It looks comfortable, she replied, easing away from the glass and picking up her coat from atop her luggage. Ill come to call on my first half day, and send a note on before that.
Youd better, her mother said with a watery smile. She was going to cry, Finley just knew it. A person would think Finley had been home for months instead of a couple of days.
She hugged her mother, patted her on the back when she began to sniffle. Silas came round and took up her trunk, leaving Finley with a carpetbag and valise to carry downstairs.
The driver of the carriage stood on the sidewalk. He immediately came forward to take Finleys bags and the trunk and loaded them onto the back of the vehicle. While he was doing this, Silas turned to Finley and offered her a small, paper-wrapped package.
Whats this? she asked, plucking at the string tied around the paper. Of course it was a book. Silas always gave her books on what he considered important occasions.
Just a little something, he replied with a warm smile. I know how much you like the gothic ones. I reckon youre old enough for this now.
Just a little something, he replied with a warm smile. I know how much you like the gothic ones. I reckon youre old enough for this now.
Finley arched a brow. It must be truly frightening then.
Your mother certainly thought so when she read it. I found it an interesting and provoking look at human nature.
Her lips curved. Now you make it sound utterly boring.
Laughing, he patted her shoulder. Youll like it. Of that Im certain. His smile faded, but the loving glint in his eye did not. Take care of yourself, my dear girl. If its not what you want, you can always come back here and work with me in the shop.
Finley hugged him. I will, thank you. But they both knew she wouldnt. Silas managed to make a comfortable living for himself and her mother with just the two of them working in the store. It wouldnt impinge upon them much if she did work there and lived at home, but she wanted to support herself. Silas had always been good to her, but there were situations when she was painfully aware that she wasnt really his daughterthis was one of those.
He released her and she turned toward the coachman who had put down the steps and held the carriage door open for her. He assisted her into the carriage and then closed the door.
The vehicle was as fine inside as out, lined with rich, maroon velvet. Finley ran her palms over the fabric. The seat was so soft she sank into it. Shed slept in beds that werent as comfortable.
As the carriage lurched forward, so did she, peering out the window to wave goodbyefirst to Silas, then to her mother, who was still in the upstairs window, a crushed handkerchief in her hand.
Poor Mama. Finley wiped at her own eyes, which were inexplicably starting to water, and leaned back to enjoy the drive to Mayfair.
The rhythmic noise of the engine was strangely relaxing. She leaned her head back against the cushions and closed her eyes. She must have dozed because it seemed like she had been in the carriage for only a few minutes before it came to a stop. Jerking upright, she peeked out the window and saw a grand, gray stone mansion looming in front of her.
The carriage door opened. This time there was a footman to lower the steps and assist her to the gravel drive.
Welcome to Morton Manor, miss, he greeted her cordially. Mrs. Gale will show you to the parlor where Lady Morton will receive you. Ill see to your belongings.
Mrs. Gale had to be the housekeeper. Thank you, Finley said. She turned toward the house. It was huge. Stately. Silass shop could fit dozens of times over into this grand estateone of many the family probably owned.
Even if Lady Mortons daughter turned out to be a cow, living in a house this fine was definitely a benefit.
Mayfair was like a different world from the bustling area around Silass shop. That was in Russell Square, where people lived, worked and shopped. Mayfair was where rich people idled through their days, entertained in the evening and let other people clean up after them.
Perhaps she had inherited some of her mothers prejudice, but that didnt make her opinion wrong.
Before she reached the top step leading up to the servants entrance, the door opened to reveal the kind face of a woman old enough to be Finleys grandmother. She wore a black-and-white dress and a white cap that identified her as the housekeeper.
Good morning, dear. I trust you had a comfortable journey?
Good morning, Finley replied. I did, yes. Are you Mrs. Gale?
Apple cheeks lifted in a smile. I am indeed. Come in, come in.
Finley moved past her, into the foyer. It was small, but clean and smelled of freshly baked bread.
Kitchens down below, Mrs. Gale said, nodding at a partially opened door that led down a flight of stairs. Finley could hear the clang of pots and chattering voices.
Smells wonderful, she commented.
You go down there when youre settled in and Cook will give you bread and molasses. I declare its the best thing Ive ever eaten. Now, follow me.
Finley trailed after the portly woman. Along the way they ran into various other staff, who nodded and said hello. Mrs. Gale introduced her to all of them, and Finley tried to remember all their names.
Ill show you to your room, then take you to Lady Morton, Mrs. Gale informed her, her sturdy form moving with surprising speed toward what had to be the servants staircase. It was fairly wide and well-worn, partially hidden not far from what Mrs. Gale told her was the door to the corridor that led to the laundry building.
Her ladyship requested that you be given a room on the family floor.
There was no censure in the older womans voice, but Finley was uncomfortable all the same. At her last job shed slept on the top floor, in a room she shared with three of the other maids.
Why? she asked.
Mrs. Gale lifted her shoulders in a tiny shrug and smiled. I suppose so youll be closer for Lady Phoebe. Lord and Lady Morton are good people, Miss Jayne. Ive worked for this family for almost thirty years and Ive never felt as though I had been treated ill.
Too bad her mother wasnt there to hear that, Finley mused. It might ease her misgivings. Im already a little overwhelmed by her ladyships kindness.
Rather sad, isnt it? That were surprised to be treated well.
Yes, Finley agreed. Im a little ashamed of myself for it.
The housekeeper gave her a gentle smile and a pat on the arm as if to ease her mind. A few moments later, they reached a landing on the stairs and turned left, into a long, wide corridor with cream walls, delicate plaster scrolls and rich red carpet.
Your room is here. Mrs. Gale stopped in front of the first door on the right and turned the knob.
Finley walked in first. The room was largelarger than the room she shared with three other girls at the Gattersleigh residence. Decorated in shades of sage and cream, it was bright and airy and smelled of freshly cut grass. They must have aired it earlier, while the gardeners attended to the foliage below. She had a lovely view of the grounds from her window.
She removed her hat, checked her reflection in the mirror and smoothed her hands over her hair and skirt. She should have worn a proper gown instead of her more modern kit of stockings, boots, short ruffled skirt, blouse and leather corset. But there was neither time, nor the privacy to change. Mrs. Gale bustled about showing her the armoire, dressing table and adjoining bath.
Its been outfitted in the latest innovations, the housekeeper told her. The tub even has a burner to keep the water hot.
And a fancy commode, tooone that flushed with water.
Two footmen arrived with her luggage as they exited once more.
If you wish, I can have one of the maids see to your belongings, Mrs. Gale offered.
No. Thank you. Ill see to my own unpacking. Id feel strange letting someone else do it.
For that comment she was rewarded with another smile. Back down the stairs they went, but instead of returning to the kitchen, they turned in the opposite direction.
The main part of the house was just as impressive as the outside, with cathedral ceilings, marble floors and classical statues. Finley paused for a moment to take it all in. She clenched her teeth to keep her jaw from droppingwouldnt do for her to show her awe. Standing around with ones mouth open made one look like a lowbrow commoner, which she might very well be, but was determined not to look it.
Down another corridor. Mrs. Gale stopped and knocked on a partially open door, and when she was given permission from the lady within, she opened the door the rest of the way. Miss Jayne has arrived, my lady.
Send her in.
And then Finley was on her own, wishing she had the sturdy housekeeper to cling to. She crossed the threshold into a small, pretty blue parlor and found herself being stared at by three identically green eyes, and one stormy one.
Miss Jayne, Lady Morton greeted with a smile. How lovely to see you again. Allow me to introduce my daughter, Phoebe.
Hello, Finley, the girl said. She was about the same age as Finley. At the oldest she might be seventeen. She was about the same height, with a similar build, but her hair was auburn and her skin as pale as milk, with just a hint of pink along her cheeks. How do you do?
Finley was prevented from curtsying, as she had been brought up to do, by the girl offering her hand. Was she to be treated as an equal then? She closed her fingers around Phoebes and tried not to squeeze too hard. The girls grip was firm.
Im well, thank you. Its a pleasure to meet you, Lady Phoebe.
Just Phoebe, she was told. Were to be friends after all. Please, sit. Tea?
Yes, please. Finley sat on the edge of the sofa beside Phoebe and watched as the girl fixed a cup for her. She even placed a couple of biscuits on the saucer.
Were to a party tonight, Miss Jayne, Lady Morton informed her. You will accompany us. I assume you havent an evening gown?
You assume right, my lady. Embarrassed, Finley took a sip of tea to hide her flush. Would the lady think twice now about hiring her?