Friday, October 14, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 18:

After his busy journey to the city, Creighton always enjoyed a break.  But tea with this most beautiful of companions was proving to be uncomfortable.  Why, he asked himself.  She was stunning, clever, and a darling companion.  And her escort was entertaining enough.  However… 

Creighton pushed his unpleasant thoughts aside, intent upon the day ahead.  He had business to attend to—the reason for being in London—and he and the Marquis of Southwickshire must be off.  Very soon. 

And very soon again, he would see her in Dunfordshire.  Of course, he would make time for her, he said.  She was, after all, one of his closest neighbors.  They had been friends for over a decade, in fact. 

How very demanding society can be, Creighton thought.  Still, he must be attentive.  His mother would expect it.  He would not disappoint such a devoted parent. 

As this lady daintily sipped her tea, her thoughts, however, were much more eagerly engaged. 

All her carefully laid plans must come to fruition. 

This time…

*******

After all her plans!  He was gone!  To London of all places! 

Fraught with frustration and gloom, she was inconsolable.  Even her companion could not soothe her. 

When would he return?  When would they be invited over?  She must call again immediately upon his return. 

Why was he always so elusive? 

Short and simple today -- but with two characters that will have great impact upon The Governess and it's sequel.  Find out more about these characters.  And join me on Monday for a treasure hunt!

Ellise

Monday, October 10, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 17 concluded:

Often, evening meals together could prove quite troublesome.  Tonight was no exception.  And what was this letter that was so ‘all important’ that he read it at the dining room table? 

After a heated discussion about George and Ethel, Lord Huntington and Lady Blakemore could not help but continue their quarrel. 

            “I cannot believe that you would miss this special day for Jonathon.  After all our planning and organizing!” 

            “Your planning.  Your organizing,” Creighton simply said. 

“How insensitive you can be.” Carly fumed.  She could sense that she was pushing him more than she ought, but she could not help herself.  “They need your involvement in their lives, especially Jonathon.  Don’t you realize?  Why else would I go to such great lengths to include you in this process?  Do you not see what I am trying to accomplish by this?  He needs your attention, my lord.” 

Darkness covered his face, inch by inch.  “I will not be told by my governess how I shall conduct myself with my children.” 

“Well, someone has to tell you.  All your servants are too afraid of you to tell you the truth as it needs to be said.”  Carly heard a distinct sniff come from the corner where a footman stood. 

However, Creighton’s face grew darker by the second.  “You are treading on thin ice again, my dear girl.  I have important business in London which cannot wait for a child’s treasure hunt.” 

“You are insufferable!”  Carly stabbed a piece of meat, inserting it impatiently into her mouth, and chewed upon it vigorously. 

“And will be more so if you continue this mantra.”  They ate in silence for several minutes.  Creighton wished Carly would choke on her meat, and just as suddenly cursed himself. 

Carly had similar thoughts and prayed to calm her emotions.  She must be positive, must praise him for what had been accomplished to the benefit of the children.  Some good had taken place, and she must remember that.  She sighed deeply. 

Repentantly, she said as she placed her fork down, “My lord, I must thank you, at least, for all that you have allowed.”  Her expression was humble.  “The results have exceeded my expectations of what I thought you would agree to.  May I please take this time to thank you, at least for that?” 

Surprised at her cooling temper, at kind words, he said, “You are most welcome.”  She nodded her head, picking up her fork again.  But as she continued to eat in apparent frustration, he watched her.  He was confused.  He still found it surprising that she would have such strong feelings for his children after such short a duration. 

But not when he would think of her character. 

She was the most unselfish, giving, wholesome person he had ever known in his entire life.  These actions towards his children would only be natural to her, he thought to himself.  Their best interest was her all-consuming desire, he could see, and yet she disciplined them, expected much from them.  He was continually shocked at this young lady’s accomplishments. 

Annoyed with the intensity of his growing attraction for her, he changed the subject rather abruptly.  “Have you had any further troubling incidents, my lady, of which you have not informed me of?”  Her expression changed to one of surprised urgency and worry, her fork frozen in mid air.  Regret for bringing up this deplorable subject consumed him.  Her fear, her worry ate at his numbness, melting his heart but a little.  Yet, it must be asked.  Creighton was most determined to keep this young girl safe, especially while in his home. 

“I…I have not, my lord.”  Carly could eat no more. 

“Good.  You will keep me up-to-date if you have any problems again, will you not?” 

Dispassionately nodding her head, she answered, “Yes, my lord.  Of course.”  Staring off into space, she suddenly shivered. 

Creighton could only grow angrier at watching her worry.  Someone did her ill.  Why?  Her discomfort was distressing to him.  Oh how he wished he could alleviate all her fears.  He must speak with his head staff.  They had better watch over her while he was gone.  Yet, had he done any good while present?  His irritation grew.  As he crankily stood, he said rather gruffly, “Very well, if you will please, excuse me.  I have much to do to prepare for my journey tomorrow.  Goodnight, Lady Blakemore, and…good luck tomorrow as well.”  With a brief nod, he left the dining room. 

After Lord Huntington and the footmen left Carly, she sat broodingly.  Why is he always angry at me, she wondered.  I could swear he was concerned about me for a moment, yet he is so moody.  Scooting herself away from the table, she noticed the master’s letter had been unconsciously left upon the table.  Temptation rarely caught Carly’s attention, yet her fingers itched to pick up the note.  She could not help but be curious about it.  Invariably, she tried to ignore it.  But what was so imperative that he should go to London now? 

She must know. 

Carly stood.  Against her better judgment, she snatched up the letter quickly reading a woman’s delicate hand, expressing her joy at seeing Lord Huntington soon. 

Was that it?  A woman? 

Embarrassed at her own curiosity and angry at her master’s priorities, Carly threw it back upon the table fuming and stalked furiously from the dining room. 

Stubborn people.  Watch with me as more become involved in this story on Friday.  Thanks!
Ellise

Monday, October 3, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 17 continued:

Instantly feeling defensive, Carly questioned, “Off limits?  But why?” 

“Must you always ask questions?” he fumed. 

As he looked intently at her, she became anxious in his presence.  Those stupid rumors!  Surely he could not be a dangerous person?  A man of low morals? 

“I am glad, at least, that you did bring Henry.”                   

It could not be him, the person responsible for bad things happening, for he always seemed concerned for their welfare.  “And George, sir.  Did you not see George, the footman, as well?  Both he and Henry have been diligently keeping watch over us today as we walked the grounds.” 

“Diligently?”  He spoke quick, hot words.  “I have not seen George in all the time I have been searching for you.  But I assure you, I will speak with him about such diligence!” 

Instantly feeling as if she had been disloyal to George, she said, “Surely, he must be about?” 

“He is not!”  Abruptly ending this topic, he cleared his throat, and went over to look out the window. 

Not feeling as if she could leave his presence, she continued her train of thought, “I do not understand how a cottage that is not falling apart or dangerous in any way could be off limits, my lord.” 

Hearing pain and anger in his voice, she was surprised as he coolly said, “This is a place of lies and treachery.  I do not owe you any explanation.” 

“I apologize.  I did not mean to pry into your private affairs, my lord.  I only…” 

Whipping around, he faced her, yelling, “My private affairs?  You mean my wife’s private affairs!  This is where she would come and…and have her private affairs!  Right under my very nose!”  He loomed over her, pointing in her face, “There!  Now you know my anguish, my suffering…my shame!”  Having said this, he exploded out of the cottage and left them all. 

Carly was dumbfounded! 

Never in her life would she have guessed the nature of his marriage or that his wife had been unfaithful to him! 

How could anyone be untrue to such a man? 

Now she began to understand more fully why this man had such anger in his heart; his pain, his doubts, and his unwillingness to give his heart completely. 

She remembered the sad poetry.  It fit his wife’s infidelity, and the subsequent torture he must have experienced.  And these poor children were suffering because of their father’s pain.  They each were living with this horrible wound each and every day. 

Sitting down, she was numb with disbelief of what he had just revealed to her.  She had not meant to intrude.  Did everyone know of this?  Was she the only one in the dark?  So many secrets. 

It was all making sense now.  There did seem to be animosity among some of the servants concerning the mistress, and Lord Huntington never talked about her.  Even the servants, who normally thrived upon gossip, seemed intent upon protecting this master of theirs from this pain-filled topic. 

Elspeth came running in, “Miss Blakemore, I am hungry.  Can I please have something good to eat?” 

“It is about time for tea, is it not?” Carly said absently. 

Having no idea, Elspeth simply answered, “Yes.” 

“Well, let’s be on our way back to the house then, shall we?” 

And with that, all three walked silently, glumly back to the house. 

An affair?  Surely the wounds have been cut deep. 
Read more about this on Friday.
Ellise

Friday, September 30, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 17 continued:

Henry nervously shrugged his shoulders saying, “He disappeared a while ago when he saw…” Suddenly hesitating, Henry’s neck turned mottled, splotchy-red colors. 

            “When he saw what?”  Creighton was concerned at the young groomsman’s tentativeness. 

            “He saw one of the chambermaids beating rugs, my lord,” was all he could offer. 

            Understanding dawned upon Creighton.  He was aware that Henry watched his color rise in anger.  Nodding in appreciation of his obedience, Creighton said, “You are wise to be truthful with me always, Henry.  Thank you.” 

            “My lord,” nodding his head, Henry took a deep breath.  He began chewing a piece of grass again, probably too vigorously. 

            Turning to the cottage once more, Creighton was suddenly assaulted by old memories.  This place had a history that…well…he was getting furious just thinking about it. 

            He physically calmed himself before stepping forward, knocking upon the door.  Instantly, it got quiet inside before Lady Blakemore softly answered, “Come in.” 

            Lord Huntington stepped inside the cottage, and all three sets of eyes went wide, ready for the reprimand.  But all he could do was chuckle when he saw the sight before him.  Both Jonathon and Elspeth had a feather tucked into their hair holding an especially beautiful prisoner hostage.  Lady Blakemore sat tied to her chair.  Laughing quietly, he said, “Please, do not let me stop you.  Continue, by all means.” 

            Sitting down in a chair opposite of where they were playing in front of the fireplace, his stature filling the space, they only stared at him.  They could not seem to play anymore. 

He insisted, “Well—I interrupted you.  How is this going to end?  I wish to see.”  Jonathon and Elspeth looked at each other as if they did not know this man who was asking them to perform for him, but timidly they turned around to Miss Blakemore for guidance. 

Embarrassed herself, she was determined to conquer these feelings and make this an opportunity for father and children to spend time together.  Forcing her own nervousness back, she smiled encouragingly at both of them, and began wailing, “Please…no!  What will my poor children do if you take me prisoner?  Oh, help me, someone!  Please help me!” 

            Quickly catching up in the excitement, Elspeth exclaimed, “You must come quietly or we bonk your head with hatchet…” she looked over at her father with a coy smile.  Smiling back, he nodded his approval. 

            Carly said, “Yes, yes.  I will be silent.” 

            Carly and Elspeth looked expectantly at Jonathon as if it was his turn.  But Jonathon said quietly, “I…I do not wish to play anymore.”  Turning around, he went outside, shoulders sagging.  Elspeth followed him outdoors and sat down next to him on a fallen trunk, rubbing his back, taking the quills from both their hair. 

Lady Blakemore looked dreadfully apologetic towards Lord Huntington, “I am sorry my lord.  I think he was only being shy.” 

Nodding his head, he asked, “Would you like some help?  You look a little tied up at the moment.” 

Smiling in trepidation at his joke, she nodded in agreement.  “Thank you.” 

As he untied her, she said, “I hope you do not mind us coming here.  We were merely outdoors having our botany lessons when we came upon this darling cottage.  The children wanted to play house, and we lost track of time, we were having so much fun.” 

The anger that stirred quickly in his gut at this sensitive topic was too quick for him to smother, knowing even as he spoke that he did not mean to be so harsh, for how could she possibly know his reasons for feeling this way.  “I do mind, Lady Blakemore, very much!”  Now standing directly in front of her, he continued, “This cottage is off limits!” 

Off-limit cottages, rug-beating chambermaids...what does this have to do with making Lord Huntington angry?

Read with me on Monday!
Ellise

Monday, September 26, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 17:

“Where did they go, Joe, did you see?  This woman does not understand taking precautions!”  Creighton was beside himself with worry.  “Does she not heed fear?”  He did not realize that she truly did not understand the depths of the community’s worry over the kidnappings. 

On a daily basis, Creighton made available to himself the locations of the outings that Lady Blakemore took the children on, but this one had evaded him.  “Where are they?  Were they walking about the grounds?” 

            “Yes, milord.  I saw ‘em not an ‘our ago walkin’ in the direction o’ the cottage, sire.  I ‘ave tried to be watchful with all the trouble ‘bout, sire.  In fact, ‘Enry an’ George are following them as instructed.” 

            A look of great relief showed upon Lord Huntington’s face with this news.  “Good, good.” 

            “But ‘ee know little ones, milord; they love to explore places.  Do not be too ‘ard on them now, sire; they are, after all, only children.”  No one would ever convince old Joe that Lord Huntington had anything to do with the awful rumors going about, for he was a good, honorable man with worry written clearly on every feature of his face. 

            “Thank you, Joe.”  Striding off in the direction of the cottage with anger diffusing, if only a little, he thought of another week gone by since the incident at the lake.  But here and now, he had worried that she had gone and done it again; taken the children off without anyone to help her if trouble were to arise.  It angered him that she would even need to take such precautions.  He sighed heavily, slightly relieving his stress. 

And then, even more discouraging to him, to have their outing occur at a place that he loathed so completely.  It made his stomach churn.  His stress was instantly re-fed. 

“Why have I not torn it down?” he asked himself in self recrimination.  

He was getting tired of following her around telling her what not to do.  Knowing he was being overprotective, that he frightened her, just like all the other governesses, he could not seem to restrain himself. 

            As he walked into the clearing and approached the door, he could hear the children talking excitedly and Lady Blakemore answering in her soft, sweet voice.  Stopping to listen for a moment to what they were saying, he was surprised at what he heard. 

            “Chief Jumping Horse says you must trade flour and sugar supplies or he will not let you free.” 

            “Oh!  Please do not harm us!  What will my poor family eat?” 

            “You can get your white man food easier than any of us Indians can,” Creighton heard Elspeth giggle as she playacted. 

            Creighton smiled as he realized that they were playing house—or more accurately, Indians—and Jonathon was actually joining in on the fun.  What a breakthrough!  Listening again, he heard Lady Blakemore pretend to struggle, hearing her make grunting noises.  Then he heard Jonathon say, “Me capture you, make you squaw.”  Chuckling to himself, he thought, how can I interrupt this fun playtime?  I was going to come bursting in here a minute ago.  Elspeth probably would have started crying again.  What are they harming? 

But he knew.  Worrying about their safety first, he looked around to see Henry sitting under a nearby tree watching him.  Just then, Henry must have decided that it was best to address his master on his feet as he scrambled to do so.  Nodding, Creighton stepped closer, and quietly asked, “Where is George?” 

Children playing Indians.  Governesses tied up.  Hmmm... Where is George, and why should it matter?  Stay tuned for more of this scene on Friday.

Ellise

Friday, August 5, 2011 -- Twice Weekly Blog -- The Governess

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 11 finished:

As his own breathing calmed, his chest heaved a heavy, relieved sigh with knowing that his children were safe.  Dabbing at her eyes with his handkerchief, Lord Huntington said gruffly, “I have handled my fears poorly, Lady Blakemore.  I have quite upset you.  Again, I am in need of apologizing to you.”

Shaking her head, she exclaimed, “But no!  It is I who have upset you and am in need of apologizing!  I had no idea of the circumstances of your wife’s…death…”  Shuddering against him, she cried, “I am so, so sorry!” 

He wiped guiltily at her tears again. 

“I truly was watching the children.  I only lay down for a moment, listening to them laugh.  They were enjoying themselves so much.  I was just thinking about bringing a jar for the minnows next time…” 

He smoothed the tears off her cheeks as she struggled for control over her shuddering breaths.  He was aware that his feelings had changed abruptly.  What I would not do to comfort her!  To think that he was the cause of her distress was deeply disappointing.  He reluctantly stepped away from her, dangerously aware of how it felt to hold her in his arms.  

“Please.  I ask this of you.  Ease my troubled heart, and do not bring the children here again.” 

Blinking through her remaining tears, she stepped away, turning her back to him to gather her senses, hair and skirts twirling.  Watching as she momentarily composed herself, he heard her say, “As much as I respect you, my lord…” 

Interrupting, he carefully warned, “Lady Blakemore, please…” 

“…and…and as best as I can understand the circumstances and your fears, still, it is such a beautiful place, a place to be enjoyed, not to be avoided, and,” she became quiet, and whispered, “not to remember only death.”  Swiftly turning to him, she exclaimed, “I am sorry…but it is the truth!”  Wiping at her cheeks fiercely, embarrassed at her persistent emotion, she continued, “Wasn’t this tragedy two years ago?” 

His hands impatiently rested upon his hips, his anger boiling to the surface instantly. 

“They should be allowed to grieve and heal by replacing these sad memories with newer, happier memories of this place.  And you should too.”  Lord Huntington stepped away, turning his back to her.  “My lord, today you have given them another awful memory of this place.  They may not wish to come back.  Ever.” 

Spinning around, he shouted, “You make me crazy, woman!  Can I not give you an order and have it obeyed the first time?”  Grabbing her again, her hair wildly bouncing around her shoulders, he commanded, “You will obey me!” 

            Choking back her tears, refusing to allow them their freedom this time, she fiercely stated, “I must be allowed to tell you what I think is best for the children.”  She yanked her arms free of his hands, but continued.  He steeled himself for more of her explanations.  “If we both look to their best interests, I am sure we can agree on their happiest future by what we decide today.” 

            Groaning from exasperation at this tiny woman before him with her determination and strength of a fortress, he began again, raking his hands through his hair, as he answered, “If you insist upon bringing them to the lake,” he said through clenched teeth, “I wish for there to be…someone else present to help you watch them, at the very least.  You should be taking precautions, simply because…it is wise.  You never know what children might suddenly do.  Or worse, who is wandering about.” 

            Embarrassed that she had forgotten this, she said, “I am sorry that I forgot, my lord.”  Then impatiently, she questioned, “Why could that someone else not be you?”

            With frustration apparent, he sighed heavily, “You never give up do you?” 

            “Not when I think it worth the effort.  I see now what I failed to see before.” 

            “And what is that?” 

            “You truly do care about your children.  You do…love them.” 

            “Of course I do!  You have doubted that?” he growled, questioning her.   

            “I have,” she spoke softly, embarrassed. 

            “I see.”  Eyes narrowed at her blatant honesty. 

            Almost begging him, she asked, “Please, will you not join us on a picnic next week, say, Tuesday?  They both enjoy the outdoors so very much.” 

            “I have business that day with the Marquis of Southwickshire and a Mr. Stone.”

            “Perhaps another day then…” 

            Resolved to make her understand his arrangement, he said, “Lady Blakemore, I will leave the position of governess to you.  I will see you at our evening meal.”  Bowing, he turned, mounted his horse and was gone. 

*******

So, the little governess was getting herself into trouble.  Good!  Her worries as yet were unfounded.  That was all that mattered.  For Creighton was hers and no one else’s!  She would make sure of that. 

            Progress upon her new wardrobe was nearing completion, the London shops busy with her demands, but she would leave now nonetheless.  Something inside told her she must be on her way. 

            Thinking of her most intimate confidant, she decided to involve them in her little plot.  Yes!  They would be splendid!  They were, after all, just alike.  Always scheming to get their way… The perfect partner in helping her claim her deserved husband. 

            She laughed to herself, pleased with her plans.  She would be home soon…

Why won't Lord Huntington be more involved with his children?  And who is this secret woman plotting to have him?  And what can Carly do about either situation?

Thanks for reading with me today.  Join me on Monday for more.

Ellise ;)

Monday, August 1, 2011 -- Twice Weekly Blog -- The Governess

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 11 cont'd:

Quickly, they ran back to the picnic blanket, frightened looks upon their young faces.  Carly sat up in time to see him jumping off his horse, quickly running toward them.  Seeing that he was furious, she had difficulty standing hastily in her gown, but soon stood before him. 

Grabbing her by the arms, he yelled, “Do you not know the dangers of children around water?”  Madly gripping her, he again yelled, “I thought I had left my children in safe hands, and now I am disappointed to find that I have not!”  After bellowing at her, leaving her confusion growing by leaps and bounds, he let go of her abruptly and bent down on his knees as he hugged both children to him at once.  They hugged him back, but Elspeth was now in tears.  Carly looked at the shallow waters at the shoreline perplexed by the perceived danger. 

“Jonathon, Elspeth, please…please walk back to the house at once.  I know it is a long walk, but I shall join you shortly.”  Watching them as they started quickly back to the house, they both saw Jonathon take Elspeth’s little hand to bring her comfort.  Lord Huntington stood, waiting until they were out of hearing range. 

He turned on her, fury boiling over. 

Carly’s hand was already at her throat. 

Standing inches from her, he spoke in a harsh voice, saying, “I have trusted the safety of my children to you, Miss Blakemore!”  The fear in his eyes made her step backwards, but he moved forward, capturing her arms not intending for her to escape his wrath.  “How could you be so careless?  I thought you were more vigilant than this,” he said more to himself than to her.  Dropping her arms, his hands raked through his dark hair back and forth with worry written over his face. 

Distraught over his behavior, she tried to be sensitive to his chaotic emotions, but could only reply, “Your children were safe, Lord Huntington.  I…I would never do anything to harm them.”  

“The lake,” he shouted, pointing at the water.  “You brought them to the lake!  You were not watching them just now, for I was watching you.”  Pacing back and forth, he asked with disbelief evident in his voice, “Did you not know that this is where their mother died?  Here, in these very waters?”  Grasping her arms again, he continued frantically, “They could have drowned, and you were not even watching.” 

With great shock, Carly trembled at this new information. 

Looking down upon her, truly seeing the woman standing here for the first time since coming upon their picnic, Lord Huntington saw her emotion growing, saw that she was violently trembling. 

Then, she burst into tears.   

Growling at himself remorsefully, he began to say to her, “For heaven’s sake…” 

Pulling her into his arms, he held her, resting his chin upon her head.  Noticing her hair was loose and hanging around her shoulders, his hands could not resist touching the sunlit tresses, trying to bring comfort to her.  “I have made you cry.” 

Instead of receiving comfort, the obviousness of his comment made her cry even harder. 

Stroking her long, beautiful hair, he felt repentant as she sobbed against his chest, her hands covering her face as if in shame.  He tried to give her his handkerchief, but she was too busy sobbing.  He wasn’t sure what to do with himself now. 

His outburst, his disclosure had upset her terribly, not having known previously how his wife had died.  How could I have been so careless, she thought?  Why has anyone not told me?  Will no one tell me the secrets of this house? 

How will this end?  Why such anger from Lord Huntington?  And how is it possible for Carly to stand up to him as she does?

Thanks for reading with me today!  Join me on Friday for more...

Ellise ;)

Friday, July 29, 2011 -- Twice Weekly Blog -- The Governess

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 11 continued:

Carly was busy spreading the old patchwork quilt for the fifth time in one week, while Jonathon helped Elspeth carry the picnic basket over to her.  She had been excited to find out that Jonathon loved the outdoors, so made their picnics work to her advantage. 

“Shall we put this here, Miss Blakemore?”  These were the first voluntary words that Jonathon had spoken to her since the day of their introduction.  Smiling an encouraging smile at him, she said, “That would be fine, dear.”     

            Taking in a deep breath of fresh country air, she exclaimed, “What fresh air!  Mmmm!  I think the lake was a fine choice for our picnic today, do you not think so children?”  Only Elspeth agreed. 

            Jonathon hesitantly volunteered, “It has been a long time since we have come here.” 

            “Well, I think it is absolutely gorgeous!  We shall come here often, I think,” Carly exclaimed, laughing as she spoke.  As they sat down upon the quilt and started to unpack the delicious-looking food, Carly said, “Mrs. Cooper has spoiled us again today!  Look at all this food!  We could feed an army!”  Apparently Elspeth thought this was funny, that they could feed a whole army, and she giggled about it while they passed out freshly-made sandwiches.  “Look here, she has packed some early berries, lemonade, and even chocolate cake!”  The children gasped excitedly, and they looked at each other in surprise. 

            “Chocolate cake,” Elspeth sighed. 

            “That is the second time in one week,” Jonathon said.  Carly was glad to see that he was excited too. 

            “Yes!”  Elspeth agreed in amazement. 

            Jonathon was showing remarkable improvement today by contributing so much to their conversation.  “I believe we have had more desserts than normal since you have arrived, Miss Blakemore.”  Jonathon looked at Miss Blakemore as if she were some magical genie with powers to snap her fingers together and produce sumptuous chocolate cake! 

Smiling at his excitement, she laughed as she said, “Well, let us hope we do not get fat!”  As Carly and Elspeth laughed, Jonathon smiled. 

Having been here for nearly two weeks, Carly was hopeful that things were beginning to improve as she watched both children enjoy their lovely outing.  She had not had any more trouble from their father, and Jonathon had been fresh out of tricks for three days.  Both children were exuberant, but Carly’s youthful energy and excitement could match their own.  Jonathon had been a difficult child, but she would catch him smiling and laughing from time to time; and now, during their picnic today, seemed to have made a decision that it was not so unpleasant for him to talk.  Carly would find him watching her frequently, as if he was trying to figure out her secrets. 

Elspeth, on the other hand, had completely accepted Carly.  Finding that she loved sitting in the governess’s lap, hugging and spreading sweet kisses on her cheeks, Elspeth reminded Carly again of what this dear child’s father had told her of their mother’s unkind ways.  Elspeth was very affectionate and ate up any loving tenderness that was shown her.  She loved Carly’s hair and would, most often as not, undo the pins and run her fingers through it like a comb.  By the end of their picnics her hair would be cascading down her shoulders and back.  Elspeth loved this and would then insist upon Carly doing the same to her hair so they would be twins. 

“I will grow my hair to be as long as yours!” Elspeth told Carly.  “In fact, I am determined to grow it to be even longer!”

“Well, then.  Let us see how far you shall have to grow it!”  Carly placed her finger between Elspeth’s shoulder blades showing the little girl how long her hair was and how far she had yet to go. 

Carly had tried each day to make sure there were plenty of hugs to go around for both children, drawing understanding from the words Lord Huntington had shared with her about their mother’s cruel heart.  Jonathon never welcomed these hugs, unlike Elspeth, but Carly always pretended not to notice.  She felt that if she altered this new routine, having been established, he would feel selectively different, immediately noticing her change towards him.  This would not do.  Eventually, she was sure he would give in to this much needed affection. 

Each day, Nanny, as she became even to Carly, took charge by bathing the children, feeding them dinner, and getting them to bed after stories each night.  “You shall be the death ‘o me yet!” she always mocked. 

Following dinner with Lord Huntington, Carly would sneak into their bedroom kneeling with them for prayers.  She made sure she always snuggled and tucked them back into bed, as though they were her own precious treasures.  Once in a while, Carly would slip in a bedtime story, making up a funny one, or telling them of her youth.  The children were growing to love this special story time with her, especially the stories about her and Susannah and always begged for more.  This affection from Carly, she could already see, was working on Jonathon’s tender heart.  She only wished his father was here to shower affection upon him too. 

After they had finished their cake, Elspeth skipped over to the water and Jonathon excitedly followed.  They began throwing rocks into the lake listening to the splashes, laughing as they watched the ripples getting bigger, enjoying the tiny minnows as they darted here and there.  Looking back at her, they would laugh, even Jonathon, and she would laugh with them and wave.  As they excitedly pointed at the minnows, she thought to herself that she must remember to bring a jar next time to show the children how to catch them.  The children would enjoy that, she was sure.  It had been a favorite pastime of hers and Susannah’s.  She found herself relaxing on the blanket gazing up at the cornflower blue sky, her favorite happy color.  Hardly even a cloud on this pleasant day, they had enjoyed exceptional weather this spring, and she was determined to enjoy every minute of it, especially with the children. 

Suddenly, she heard Lord Huntington yelling at the children as he rode up on his steed.  “Jonathon!  Elspeth!  Get away from that water!” 

So what's next?  Why would Lord Huntington be upset about the children being next to the lake?

Thanks for reading today!

Ellise ;)

Friday, July 22, 2011, BiWeekly Blog -- The Governess -- Chapter 11 continued:

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 11 continued:

Fuming in her London bedchamber at the letter she had just received from a devout servant, at home in Dunfordshire, she paced. 

Hatred always came easy to her.  She felt it for most everyone. 

But especially now for the new governess at Huntington Manor! 

Did she really have anything to worry about? 

No. 

Of course not.  But she would not take a chance at losing Creighton!  No one would have him but her! 

Why had he engaged her?  And so young a person?  That was a troubling first for her dear earl. 

New gowns must be ordered today!  Preparations for home must be started.  Her return to the country would be grand indeed! 

*******

Jonathon was being obstinate again. 

He was thorough in his testing of her.  Carly was sure he was thinking that she, like all previous governess’s, would desert him.  He was trying his boundaries, keeping himself safe from caring, not lending his heart to anyone who would crush it.  Elspeth was becoming more and more impatient with her brother by the day, for she was convinced that Miss Blakemore cared for them both.  Jonathon’s antics were her frustration, as well as Miss Blakemore’s.  Carly was sure he was venturing to see if she would tattle on him and, therefore, receive his father’s attention, even if it was in reproof. 

One night, Jonathon had put powder all over Carly’s sheets.  The next day, he locked her out of the nursery.  Other times, he ignored her when she would speak to him during their studies.  He had put dirt upon her schoolroom chair, and so forth. 

He was miserable, she could tell. 

But he was only contributing to those feelings.  She must catch him off his guard and make him smile or laugh, anything to show him that he could be happy again. 

Carly would write to her sister for suggestions.  Susannah had always been creative.  Maybe there was something they could arrange together to bring Jonathon a long-lasting kind of happiness.    

She would write. 

She would pray. 

Thank you for reading with me today!  :)  Join me on Monday for more. 

Ellise ;)

Monday, June 6, 2011 - BiWeekly Blog - Chapter 8 finished --

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 8 continued and completed:        

    “That reminds me,” she began once more, not deterred but, in fact, encouraged at his attentive listening.  “I would like to know how often you plan to be a part of the children’s day so I can schedule accordingly.” 

            Immediately, that ever-present black cloud darkened his face.  Carly worried at what she had said to distress him so quickly.  Was it, indeed, this subject of the children that she had determined earlier to speak with him about? 

Obviously impatient, he snapped, “When I wish to see the children, I see them.” 

            Tingling sensations warned up and down her spine that she was treading dangerous ground.  Not heeding the premonition, unbidden words came from her heart, hurting for these children she had barely met.  “Do you not see your children every day then?”  Was it not her business to ask such pointed questions? 

            In a quiet, suppressed voice, he asked, “Is there a point to your probing?”  Darkness not only covered his face, but his voice as well. 

            Carly knew she needed to be careful, but could not help herself in making her position clear.  “The feelings I gathered today were that the children believe you do not want to be with them.  I cannot think of anything more painful to a child…”

            He came out of his chair so fast that it flew behind him and fell to the floor.  Squealing, Carly clutched the table in fear of him. 

“You have met my children!” he growled. 

She could see that it took great control for him not to yell at her.  “Y…yes…” she whispered cautiously. 

            Emphasizing his words carefully, he asked, “Were you not instructed to meet with them tomorrow day?”  His voice was getting louder. 

            “Yes…but…” 

            Hitting the table with his fist, he made Carly squelch the scream that was determined to surface.  Crystal goblets tumbled, spilling their contents upon the tablecloth, the red liquid spreading across the surface. 

            “You deliberately went against my wishes!”  He was glowering down at her, accusations apparent in his eyes. 

            “I…I heard laughter coming…coming from their room and only wished to peek on them when…when they discovered me.  I…I meant no disrespect to you, my lord, but only wished to quench my own curiosity.”  Fear struggled to conquer her own anger that was building because of the ridiculousness of this confusing conversation.  How dare he be so frightening! 

Lord Huntington continued to stand, his anger apparent, chest heaving, staring down upon her.  Nervously, but angrily, she stood and faced him, the undercurrent of emotions not yet spent swarming around them. 

Quickly, before courage failed her, Carly irritably stated, “Sir, you may enjoy intimidating your servants in this household, but you will not conduct yourself as such with me.  What harm…,” she started as his fist came down again hard on the table in front of her rattling the chinaware.  This time a small yelp was audibly squelched.  “Plea…please, my lord.  You are…frightening me…” 

            Creighton swiftly moved around the edge of the table and grabbed her forearm and pulled her forward.  “So, I frighten you, do I?”  He managed a cold, humorless laugh, his eyes bitter. 

            Her breathing was coming incredibly fast now as she whispered, “Y…yes.  P…please let go of me.” 

Standing, glaring down at her, he watched her eyes as they grew more terrified.   Her emotion pulled at his conscience which only managed to stoke his anger more.  Why did she cause these feelings of guilt in him?  This is her fault! he grasped at the thought in his mind, trying to justify his anger.  It had been his experience that ladies always played innocent, all the time knowing their deceit.  Yet somehow she was different.  There was no pretense about her.  As he quickly mulled this discovery over in his head, he knew that he had known this right from the beginning.    

With her free hand, she tried to release herself by prying at his strong fingers wrapped around her arm. 

His anger grew. 

Immediately seizing her other arm and drawing her to him hard, he heatedly whispered, “Do you think that because you are a beautiful woman, you will have your way in my household?”  Inches from her face, he angrily commanded, “You will obey me!”  Releasing her suddenly, he pushed as she fell backward against the table.  Both were breathing hard from the intensity of the passion associated with their cause. 

Stepping forward, Carly slapped him soundly across the face, the sound echoing throughout the great room.  As soon as she had done it, she regretted it, for the tempest that crossed his countenance was fierce, indeed.  As the red handprint swelled upon his left cheek, she faltered, saying, “You…have no right…” 

Grabbing both arms, binding them behind her and holding her to his chest, Creighton growled to her face, “You are playing a dangerous game, miss!  You are on the edge!” 

            An image of his dead wife briefly went through Carly’s mind’s eye.  Immediately thrusting it aside, she heatedly challenged, “So this is all a game to you, is it?  ‘Let us see if the new governess will last the week?’” 

            Shaking her with exasperation, then pulling her securely to him again, thrilling angrily at her nearness, he roared, “Do you wish to lose before you have even begun?  I should send you from my house tonight!” 

            Interrupting vehemently, she quickly cried out, “Then I have no fear of asking you this!  Tell me.  As you busily control everything around you, do you consider the presence of your dear children in your grand house?  Do you reflect upon them?  Or is that too much a bother?  Do you, sir, even love your children?” 

His white teeth clenched together, seething in rage. 

“Is it so hard for you to look upon their little faces?  What is so wrong with my having met them ahead of your precious schedule?”  A tear escaped and found its way down her cheek. 

Her emotion was too much for him. 

Shoving her from him, he caused her to catch herself against the table as he shouted, “You know nothing of my situation!  Leave me now!”  Turning his back on her, he howled furiously as he hastily stalked over to the huge, vertical dark window, throwing his arms against the wooden panels.  

A reflection of anguish could clearly be seen upon his face.

Trembling violently from their heated exchange, Carly wiped at the tears coursing down her face and tried gaining some restraint over frenzied emotions.  Something especially disturbing was going on in this house and at the heart of it was this man and his children. 

A strange sensation began at that moment to gather in her chest, a feeling of compassion to fix what was amiss, mend hearts that had been broken, or at the very least, desperately hurting. 

Watching Lady Blakemore’s reflection retreat in the window as she hastily exited the room, Creighton bowed his head and shook it, then growling, hit the wall with his fist.  She had enraged him, but he rebuked himself for how he had treated her. 

Hearing his continued anger as she exited, she swiftly ran towards her chambers, her skirts swirling behind her.  Shocked over what had just occurred, Carly wondered if Lord Huntington would follow her, banishing her from his home this very night. 

He was a brute to handle her in such a manner!  Never in her life had she experienced a man’s anger such as this.  It was startling! 

Carly wondered if she was equivalent to the task at hand, the fear of this great man growing more in her heart. 

Oh la la!  Something's going on here...right?!?  Hope you enjoyed today's tidbit.  Join me this Friday to see how this ends!

Have a great day!
Ellise  :)