Friday, June 24, 2011 -- Bi-Weekly Blog -- The Governess

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 10:

It was morning.  The birds were loudly chirping outside Carly’s windows. 

But she hardly noticed. 

Carly gave particular attention to her hair and gown as she prepared to meet with Lord Huntington and, hopefully, his children.  Apparently he had allowed her to stay all the night.  How generous of him!  Unfortunately the circles under her eyes were beyond repair from her disturbed sleep.  Now, all she could do was pray. 

So, she had.  All morning. 

Reassurance came as she remembered previous entreaties on bended knee, helping her to understand that all was going as designed by a loving Father and His guiding hand.  Believing further that the children’s faith-filled prayers were uniquely powerful, the calmness she felt grew in abundance and swelled deeply in her heart.  Completely contrary to her feelings of last night, Carly was glad for the change. 

Earlier, Millesant had brought breakfast up to her to hurry her along.  So helpful and kind, Millesant was becoming a fast friend.  Knocking sounded upon the door again, and quietly opening it, Millesant came in smiling sweetly, ready to help further. 

“Good morning, milady!  Oh, you look a lovely sight!” 

“Thank you, Millesant, and you do not have to pretend.  I know how I look,” the governess said a little wearily.  Her mind slipped back to the horrible noises from last night which had further caused her sleeplessness.  As if she wasn’t having trouble already! 

“But, no worries milady.  Everything will be made right,” she tried convincing herself.  “You shall see!  Now, get that frown from your pretty face.  I shall wish you luck all the same, especially after last night.” 

Carly shuddered at her memories, jumping from one bad episode to the next.  Absently, she asked, “Why would someone purposely try and frighten me?  Am I that undesirable to have around as a governess?” 

Millesant looked completely baffled.  “I do not believe that the master was trying to frighten you on purpose, milady.  Of course, he can be terrifying, but never intentionally.”  Conviction was written upon the maid’s countenance. 

A look of confusion covered Carly’s face.  “Yes, of course.  I did not mean Lord Huntington, though he did frighten me as well.” 

“Yes, I am quite sure of it.  But then, what are you speaking of, milady, if not the master?” 

“Oh.”  What could Carly say?  She was puzzled herself.  “Well…besides my encounter with the master, I…”  Had she imagined the noises?  No, she was sure she had not.  So then, what was her conclusion?  “Someone was trying to frighten me last night by scratching at my door.” 

Now that it was out, it sounded absolutely ridiculous! 

            “For heaven’s sake, milady!  Are you alright?”  Millesant came closer observing the dark circles under Carly’s eyes with additional insight. 

            “I am not that easily manipulated, Millesant, but I was frightened, nonetheless.”  Carly was touched to see that Millesant was genuinely concerned about her well being.  “I just don’t understand why, that is all.” 

With furrowed brow, Millesant exclaimed, “You can bet I’ll talk this over straight away with Mrs. Thompson, to be sure!” 

“Thank you…but, I may not,” hesitatingly, she continued, “I may not be here for long this morning.”  Staring blankly, in agony over the memory of her battle with Lord Huntington, Carly dismally turned away from Millesant. 

“Milady, I do know about your skirmish with Lord Huntington last night.  I am very sorry.  He can be a bit bullheaded, as you well know.”  She tugged gently at Carly’s shoulder and looked at the troubled governess thinking that she, of all people, would forgive her discourteous words used against her master. 

Meekly, Carly quietly asked, “You say you do know about last night then?” 

“I am sorry, milady.  I did not mean any disrespect by saying that, but it was awfully hard not to hear all the commotion.  It is only…well, the staff and I are all cheering for you, milady.” 

Astonished by this information, Carly asked, “So, you all heard?” 

“Only those of us that were in the nearby kitchens, milady.”  Shrugging her shoulders, she added, “Which was most of us.  Sorry!”  Sheepishly she continued, “But like I said, we are all rooting for you…at least most of us,” she said in afterthought.  Smiling brightly at Carly, she said, “You are so well-liked already, milady.” 

Hesitating for only a moment, Carly gave Millesant a big hug, and exclaimed, “Thank you so much, for all you have done.  Encouragement is priceless and I thank you for yours, Millesant.”  Brushing the dear girls’ cheek, she then said, “Well, moving on!  Do I look the part of governess this morning, Millesant, or shall I pack my bags now?” 

“You look lovely as always, milady, although, I would like to play with your hair a bit here,” she pointed at the severe chignon at the nape of Carly’s neck.  “Now sit down and let me primp a little.”  Millesant worked her magic yet again on her hair, making Carly feel more like a lady than a governess. 

“There.  A few more curls like that will do the trick.  No need to look like you are an old maid just yet.”  They each smiled at each other’s reflection in the mirror while Millesant’s excellent hands did their job. 

“Thank you, again, Millesant.  I so appreciate your kindness to me.” 

Millesant smiled back at Carly, always enthusiastic of her kind approval.  “I am pleased as punch to help you, milady.  I hope you always know that.”  After they were finished, they stood looking at each other for a breathless moment. 

“Well, I shall be off then.” 

“And good luck to you, milady.” 

Will Carly get thrown out?  Join me on Monday to find out!
Thanks,
Ellise :)

Monday, June 20, 2011 - BiWeekly Blog - Chapter 9 finished--

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 9 finished:

Carly was startled awake by a frightening noise.  Staring into the darkness, her awakened limbs froze.  Scratching sounds were heard outside her door.  Was there a cat in this household?  Perhaps a dog?  She had not remembered seeing pets. 

There it is again!  It was a horrible scraping, as if someone deliberately dragged something sharp steadily against her door! 

Thump! 

Carly’s nerves jolted!  What was it?  Or more disturbingly, who? 

Carly called out, “Who is there?!” 

The sounds stopped.  Was she in any danger?  Carly controlled the urge to confront her ghost.  She hated giving her peace of mind over to any imagined danger. 

All at once, she ripped her covers off, running to the door.  Flinging it open, she hoped to catch a glimpse at something…or someone. 

She had no such luck. 

Breathing a deep breath, she decided she must still be getting used to this place.  Either that, or…

Carly hated to think that maybe her ghost was just being careful. 

And more.  Had anyone else heard it? 

Shuddering at the thought of having a secret enemy, she closed her door, locked it and made her way back to bed. 

Pulling her covers up to her nose, sleep came gradually… 

This snippet is short, obviously.  I'm trying to find the perfect balance between long and short excerpts.  Quite difficult to do some days.  Do you have a preference?  Anyone?

Join me on Friday for the beginning of Chapter 10.  Does Carly stay or go?

Thanks!
Ellise ;)

Friday, June 17th Blog -- The Governess -- Chapter 9:

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 9 continued:

            As Carly lay in the darkness after putting away all her clothing, she pondered upon the children in the next room, as well as their father.  Thinking of the horrible rumors she had heard, along with the events of the night, she trembled.  Never had she been handled so by any man.  Her fear of him had grown exponentially.  Remembering his anger, his strength, his holding her arms behind her back like he had, she snuggled deeper into her warm, comforting covers.  As she closed her eyes under her blankets against her fright, she contemplated their quick tempered altercation.  As she did so, she felt a most disturbing effect grow and restrict against her breast. 

What was it? 

She could not figure it out.  Carly worked through her memory the best she could as she contemplated each moment of their argument. 

There it was again!  When he pressed me to him... 

Oh, heavens!  The feelings she was sensing were completely new to her!  Not being able to identify the unfamiliar emotion, she struggled in describing the riot of unease to herself, knowing, nevertheless, that it was not quite fear.  Thinking on these feelings made her shiver, goose bumps erupting upon her arms.  How disturbing!  Immediately, she snuggled a pillow across her face and groaned aloud. 

What a man he was!  So tall, so handsome, and so very, very strong.  His dark hair and sideburns were attractive beyond all means!  Even now, she could remember his scent, warm and inviting, the heat of his warm breath upon her face.  She shivered once more. 

But his eyes! 

His eyes had communicated so much more.  They not only spoke of anger, but there was…what?  A deep…raw…pain.  Her fingers yearned to caress his face when she thought of his sadness. 

Humph!  Why should I think of that?!  She threw the pillow away from her face and pounded upon it. His fierce temper was frightening and unkind.  For heaven’s sake, he was a grown man and a father!  He should know better than to treat any lady such as he had! 

Tantrum finished, she sighed deeply again.  If only she had met her master under different circumstances, perhaps then they might have been friends.  Might have had interesting conversations about who knows what?  She might even have imagined how handsome he was and what it would be like to be held in his strong, secure arms, dancing while he smiled down upon her, or strolled in some beautiful moonlit garden. 

Did this do any good for her to dwell upon? Carly renewed her interest in pounding her pillow.  So much for departed dreams.  Never would she be held like that by such a man now that she was a plain governess with a life as part of an extensive staff on an immense estate.  Especially his estate. 

Sighing a deep, heavy sigh, giving her pillow one last punch, Carly delicately fluffed her pillow and repositioned it behind her head.  She thought of Elspeth, a dear little girl with an interesting name.  If little Elspeth had not come into her room and bound the wounds growing in her heart with a simple hug and sweet words of encouragement, she was sure she would have left, if not tonight, certainly at first light.  Still, she was not sure that Lord Huntington would not call her to his study by daybreak, and instead of introductions to the children, dismiss her without further ado.  Nothing could be done about it right now.  Except cry more. 

“And I shall not become all puffy and red as little Elspeth explained.”  Smiling at the memory, she thought she might as well get the best rest she could and look crisp and sharp for the morning.  In that, at least, there could be triumph!  Whether she would be dismissed or not, at least she would present herself as exceedingly well composed. 

‘Pretend the confidence and look your best,’ her parents had always said, ‘and then you’ll find you can handle just about any circumstance with courage and pride.’  Oh how she missed her family!  Wishing to have her life back the way it was before her father died and mother got sick, she thought, Oh, to be a child again! 

Of course, this encouraged her to think of the life that Elspeth and Jonathon were living.  She felt she must do all she could, if she were allowed, to bring to these children a fulfilling and happy childhood.  If she were given the chance to enjoy them, and even love them, she would treat them as if they were her own, wanting the very best for them, for this might be the closest experience to parenting she would ever have in her now-changed life.  These two little ones deserved nothing less. 

Remembering Elspeth’s prayer tonight in their room, Carly put her hand to her heart as it ached at the dear child’s trusting faith and genuine concern for her.  They were good children, despite their afflictions. 

I hope you are falling in love with these sweet children, Carly and even the arrogant and stuffy Creighton with his wounded heart.  Will his heart surrender to kindness and possibly love?  Read with me on Monday.

Thanks for reading,
Ellise :)

Monday, June 13, 2011 - BiWeekly Blog - Chapter 9 continued --

Excerpt from The Governess, Chapter 9 cont'd.:

As soon as she got to the privacy of her room, Carly threw herself on her bed, sobbing until she had no emotions left to spill. 

Since the closely-timed deaths of her parents, and now the separation from her dearest sister, Susannah, Carly found that she had been on the extreme side of all emotions.  Never in her life had she been so prone to tears!  But it seemed she could easily cry at the drop of a hat nowadays!  This eruption from Lord Huntington took away all her reserves of strength.  Trying to calm herself, she lay numb for awhile as doubts began assailing her ability—or desire—to help this family. 

Were these outbursts a regular habit of Lord Huntington’s?  If so, she was sure she could not endure.  But what of the children?  After getting to know them well, it would certainly become harder for her to leave them.  In this instance, her deep feelings of loyalty would be a detriment to her. 

Desperately thinking of what she should do, she contemplated leaving now before attachments had grown.  Immediately, she went into the dressing room and flung the doors wide open on the wardrobe.  Gathering her clothing and flinging all onto the bed, she went to see if at least one of the trunks was still in her room.  Walking hurriedly about the room, she was unexpectedly halted…

“Are…are you leaving?”  A tiny voice squeaked, stopping her dead in her tracks.  Looking over towards the nursery door, Carly spotted Elspeth in a pretty pink nightgown and nightcap, peeking through from her room. 

Again, Elspeth asked, “Are you leaving us?” 

            Carly stood quietly for a moment, awkwardly looking at the little girl, not knowing what to say.  Wishing Elspeth had not heard her preparations to depart, she thought to herself, who will be here to set things right for this little one?  Sitting down with a plop onto the bed, suddenly depressed and fatigued, she wiped at her dry, tear-stained face. 

Patting the bed beside herself, she kindly insisted, “Come here, darling.” 

            The little girl ran to her and climbed right into her lap.  Carly was stunned at Elspeth’s reaction.  As the darling girl looked up into Carly’s eyes, she timidly begged, “Please do not leave us.  I already like you.  You are not like the others.  Jonathon says to not get my hopes up, but I keep telling him I cannot help it.  You are different, I just know you are!”  Throwing her arms around Carly’s neck, she gave her the biggest hug. 

Carly began crying all over again, touched by the little girl’s honest, heartrending words spoken with the sweetest little voice. 

            “There, there.  You must not cry.  Nanny says that it makes one all red and puffy.  You are much too lovely to be red and puffy, I think.”  Elspeth smiled up at her shyly, tenderly wiping a tear from Carly’s cheek. 

“Oh, I cannot help crying because you are such a little dear, are you not?”  Trying a smile upon her face, she calmly said, “Come then.  Help me splash some cold water on my face so I do not get red and puffy, shall we?” 

They went over to the wash basin, and little Elspeth gently tried to splash cold water on Carly’s face.  They laughed a little, and then Elspeth quickly grabbed the linen so she could dry Carly’s face all by herself.  Little droplets of water splashed onto the turquoise fabric of her gown, and Elspeth gently pressed the towel to dry them as well. 

Squatting down eye level to this little angel, Carly gently said, “Thank you, Elspeth.  You have made all the difference showing me you care.  What a kind little girl you are.”  Holding out her arms to the little girl, she was nearly knocked backward when she jumped into her outstretched arms.  “We should get you back to bed.” 

Both stood and tip-toed over to the door.  Jonathon was in his bed pretending to sleep.  Aware of his disapproval of her, she did her best to ignore it knowing that he was curious as well. 

Carly pointed to the empty bed, and the little girl quickly obeyed climbing up into it.  Pulling the crisp, clean covers up snuggly tight, she tucked Elspeth into her bed.  A knot formed in her throat as she breathed in the mild fragrance that accompanies freshly-washed children.  Gently kissing the little girl’s head, she inhaled her clean, golden tresses, stealing the scent away into a secret pocket of her heart that would have been saved for her own child. 

Elspeth interrupted her thoughts by whispering, “My mother never tucked me in at night.” 

Carly stared at her, openly gaping, astonished that a mother could not tuck in her own sweet child.  She stood frozen with the shocked look on her face not knowing what to say.  “Father always did though, that is…until he became unhappy.”  So matter-of-factly spoken, Carly trembled with emotion at what she knew so far of this child’s life story.  “You will not leave, will you?” 

So, it was back to this unpleasant topic? 

            Carly shook herself out of her dazed stupor and put on a smile for this little girl who had already woven a spell around her heart.  Quietly, she said, “Not unless your father wishes me to, Elspeth.  Then, I could not do anything about it, I’m afraid.  Now, do not you worry your pretty little head about things we cannot control.  It makes terrible wrinkles between our brows.  And we must not have that!” 

A quick thought occurred to Carly, and she voiced it without thoroughly thinking it through, “However, you could say a prayer for me, if you wish to.  I would very much like to stay, especially after all you have done for me tonight.”  Softly touching the little girl’s cheek, the cutest dimple appeared as she smiled.  Not having noticed her dimple before, her heart skipped a beat at the beauty of her smile.  Strangely, it seemed almost familiar. 

            “Was my father angry with you tonight?” 

Color immediately crept up Carly’s face.  Sighing a little embarrassedly, she said, “Yes, he was.  Very!” 

“And you were going to leave because…because he frightened you?” 

Amazed at this young child’s wisdom, she responded, a bit shocked, “Yes, Elspeth, I was.” 

“All the other governesses left too, but you are the first to make him angry so quickly.” 

There was a slight giggle from the next bed. 

For the first time, Jonathon joined the conversation, forgetting that he was pretending to sleep.  To Elspeth, he said, “That was not kind, Elspeth.  You must apologize.”  As much as he tried to show his censure, he couldn’t help a small grin.  But it seemed he had good manners and wished his sister to as well. 

Worry etched Elspeth’s pretty little face.  “I am terribly sorry for saying something wrong.” 

Carly wished to alleviate her fears.  “Thank you, Jonathon.  I appreciate your thoughtfulness, but it was innocently spoken.  I am not quite as sensitive as that.”  She nodded at his sensibility, showing her approval.  “Now where were we?  Would you like to offer a prayer, Elspeth?” 

“Yes ma’am, I would be glad to…only…would you help me?  Nanny mostly forgets to say prayers with us because we make her so tired that she is just ready for bed when she finally can be rid of us,” and in a funny, made-up voice, she acted out Nanny’s words, “You children are going to be the death o’ me yet!”  Wagging her finger all the while she performed, Elspeth made Carly giggle at her funny presentation. 

            “You are a little tease, are you not?” 

            “Yes, ma’am,” smiling sweetly in response, she showed off her darling dimple again. 

            Helping Elspeth out of her bed to kneel beside it, Carly hesitated for a moment, turning around to see Jonathon’s curious eyes watching them.  Smiling at his innocent gaze, she asked him, “Would you like to join us, Jonathon?  We certainly could benefit from your faith as well.”  After a few seconds of careful deliberation, he nodded his head and scrambled out of bed on his own.  Kneeling beside Elspeth, he folded his hands together ready in prayer. 

Elspeth whispered, “Miss Blakemore, you promised me you would help.  How shall I start?  I very much want this to be a good sort of prayer.” 

            “Well, I do believe our Heavenly Father is already aware of our conversation, for we are His children, and He listens to us.  He truly is a special father who loves each of us individually.  I talk to Him just as I am talking with you, as if I were kneeling at His feet, conversing with Him about whatever I wish to talk about.  Do you think you can do that?” 

            “I am not sure.  What words would I use?” 

            “Imagine that He is sitting here on the bed next to us, and you wish to talk with Him.  What would you wish to say, Elspeth?” 

            “Well…I do love Him…,” Carly smiled at Elspeth’s effortless faith, “…and I do wish you to stay.” 

            “That is very kind, Elspeth.  Why not express yourself as simply as you have to me.” 

            “Yes, ma’am, I will try.”  Closing her eyes and bowing her head, she began, “Dear Father in Heaven, I want you to know that I love you…and miss you.  Thank you for listening to me.  I hope you remember who I am.  I wish to tell you something, please.  I do not want Miss Blakemore to leave us.  I wish her to stay.  Can…can you help my father not to be so angry, please?  I love him so very much.  Help him to be happy.  Thank you, and Amen.”  Both Carly and Jonathon said ‘Amen,’ simultaneously.  Looking shyly up, Elspeth waited for Carly to say something. 

            Smiling tenderly at Elspeth and Jonathon, Carly said, “That was a beautiful prayer, Elspeth.  And I am quite sure that our Heavenly Father heard your plea.  We should always be grateful for the opportunity to pray anytime, anywhere, for whatever reason.  He is always there, listening for us to reach out to Him.  Well done, darling.” 

Quietly, Elspeth smiled her pleased little smile, glad of the approval.  Jonathon, however, looked nervous and stood quickly.  Carly could only think maybe he would not like to pray, and, therefore, did not extend the invitation. 

Carly tucked both children in cozily.  Another thought occurred to her, and she spoke her conviction immediately.  “Children, I wish for you to understand that you may pray, day or night, with help or by yourself, whenever you wish it.  It is a wonderful gift given to us to use regularly.  So do so.”              Together, they whispered, “Yes ma’am.” 

            “If I return to my room now, will you both sleep well?” 

            “Yes ma’am.  Goodnight, Miss Blakemore.”

            “Goodnight, Elspeth.” 

            Almost inaudibly, Jonathon added, “Yes ma’am.  Goodnight…Miss Blakemore.” 

            “Goodnight, Jonathon.  Sleep well, both of you.” 

            “You have a very pretty name.”  Elspeth did not want Carly to leave, so she kept talking. 

            “Thank you, so do you.  Very unique, I think.” 

            “I was named after two of my grandmothers, did you know?” 

            “No, I did not.” 

            “My father’s mother’s name is Elisabeth, and his great-something grandmother’s was named Elspeth—which is Elisabeth in Scottish.  Did you know that?  She was from Scotland!” 

            Laughing softly, Carly said, “No, my dear, I did not know Elspeth was Elisabeth in Scottish or that you had an ancestor from Scotland.  That is very interesting.”  Smiling tenderly at the little girl, she touched her pretty, blonde ringlets.  Noticing the dimple on the right side of her cheek again, she wondered if the dimple came from her mother or from her father.  What a little beauty she was. 

“Goodnight, Elspeth darling.” 

Quietly, Carly reached over and swept Jonathon’s dark hair aside from his forehead, caressing softly.  Noticing again that his hair resembled his father’s thick, dark, slightly curly hair, she smiled and said, “Goodnight, Jonathon.  Sleep well, dear.”  And she quietly turned and exited the room. 

Sweet little children make all the difference in our lives!  Hope you like Elspeth and Jonathon!  Thanks for reading with me today!
Ellise

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Friday, June 10th Blog -- The Governess -- Chapter 9:

Excerpt from The Governess:

            The kitchen was abuzz with talk after the scene the servants had secretly witnessed between Lord Huntington and Lady Blakemore.  How could anyone not hear it?  The staff had grown familiar with their master’s anger in these past years of hurt and loneliness, but they had not forgotten the high spirits he had possessed before his ill-fated marriage to Lady Janese Beaumont. 

Selfish and coldhearted, his bride had doomed him to unhappiness almost from the start.  Lady Janese’s wicked, unkind ways had been a surprise to all the household, for she had been quite the cunning debutante to have captured the heart of their cherished master. 

Years of tolerance for her harmful, self-seeking behavior had fostered in her a more determined eagerness to transgress openly, finally giving way to outright mockery of the sacred vows of marriage.  Once Lord Huntington knew of her flagrant infidelity, his heart crushed, he doubted his paternity to his adored children and had almost wholly quit being present in their lives. 

His greatest sin was his absence from their lives. 

Yet the staff at Huntington Manor believed in him.  Their conversation revealed. 

Millesant said, “We know of his good heart.  Never have I doubted that, for he always protects the children and provides for them with unsurpassed care, quite spoiling them at times.”  Many nods around the table agreed with the maid. The staff held out hope that one day their master would find lasting love. 

            “It is not fair that he has had such burdens to carry without the support of a loving wife.  He deserved so much better than Lady Janese.”  Mrs. Thompson had always cared for the Huntington’s in this way. 

            “Of course, of course,” May agreed.  “He should have love to soften his hardened poor heart.  Poor soul.” 

            “Every man needs a good woman at his side,” Mr. Thompson winked at his wife.  She smiled but blushed and turned away in front of the staff. 

            “And what do you think of her great courage?”  Penny, the awestruck scullery maid, expressed her avid admiration for the new governess liberally. 

            “Oh, yes, it cannot be denied!  She is courageous!” exclaimed May.  “I do not think I should be so brave in such a battle.  You would only succeed in bringing me to tears!” 

            Ethel grunted her agreement.  “I would not have allowed any man to handle me so!”  Doris followed in opinion as always.  

            “I only hope she will not leave.  I think she should do us all good if she were only to stay.  Especially the dear children,” Millesant thought aloud.  Agreement was heard around the table, except from the two chamber maids. 

            “I do not think I have seen Lord Huntington quite this angry since arguing with his wife, God rest her soul,” May dabbed at her eyes. 

            “Well, one thing is certain.  Lady Blakemore has impacted our master’s emotions on some level.  To what degree, we shall have to wait till morning to find out.”  Mrs. Thompson quietly thought of the past two years while each servant was silent with their own thoughts.  After the death of the household’s mistress, the remaining staff had done all they could to dispel the rumors that inevitably followed Lady Janese’s untimely demise after a particularly heated argument—something about the artist of her newest portrait now hanging in the old Stone Gallery. 

But, the rumors persisted, most likely due to the servants that had fearfully left the manor house, regardless of the good man that Lord Huntington was and the reputation of fairness he and his father’s before him had built losing ground.  Even the disappearances of young women in the area were hinted that he might have something to do with them. 

One former laundrymaid from the manor had even gone so far as to say that Lord Huntington had seduced her and then vowed to murder her if she said anything.  Her so-called proof was an illegitimate, dark-haired son.  Of course, most did not believe the sullied buxom redhead, but, nevertheless, rumor lived on and, in fact, spread.  Mrs. Thompson shook her head as she thought of the loneliness that had become a living, daily nightmare for the master, due mostly to his own distrust of others.  His wife still tormented him, even now from her grave.  

Things worsened as the last governess left only after three months, simply because of the gossiped rumors and her fear of the master.  This battle had waged on for the last two years, since the death of their mistress.  And now, hoping to find someone who would stay and help the master’s darling children, Lord Huntington’s temper had beaten him, yet again. 

“I think it a shame we might lose this one,” May somberly stated wiping at her eyes with her apron for the thousandth time. 

George, one of the footmen that always seemed to be vying for Lady Blakemore’s attention said, “She certainly has been easier to look upon than all the others.” 

Ethel, sitting next to him, slapped him fiercely on the arm.  “And what am I, to ye?  Personally, I ‘ope she leaves.  We’re better off, I say.” 

Mrs. Thompson said, “Jealousy will get you nowhere, Ethel.  Of that I can assure you.” 

Ethel turned red, but only jutted out her chin defiantly, ignoring the reprimand.  She always seemed to be arguing with someone on the staff which made Mrs. Thompson wonder how long she would tolerate this new servant’s presence.  Ethel’s jealousy over her love interest’s infatuation with the new governess had grown by leaps and bounds over the last two days.  And now, she was influencing Doris into the same hostile attitude. 

Since Lady Blakemore had come, these two had continually complained about their love life being interrupted.  They were unable to concentrate on their work, instead, contriving opportunities to gossip about Lady Blakemore.  Both footmen unconvincingly denied their interest in the governess. 

Mrs. Thompson continued, “You will all mind your tongue and attitude around Lady Blakemore, is that clear?”  Begrudgingly nodding their heads, Ethel and Doris furtively glanced at each other as if to say they would not. 

Penny said, “I agree with you, Mrs. Thompson.  I think Lady Blakemore will be very good for the children and for Huntington Manor.  She is so friendly, and…” 

“‘Oo asked you anyway,” Ethel fumed loudly. 

Mr. Thompson would hear no more.  He uncommonly commanded, “I believe we have all heard enough from you for one night, Ethel.  You may be excused.” 

As Ethel realized her mistake in her emotional outbreak, she quietly, obediently retired from the kitchens.  Doris’s eyes were wide as she contemplated her own precarious position, and tried her best to act friendly.  The positions here at Huntington Manor, were, after all, sought after by many, not only because of the pay, but because of the harmony that generally existed, regardless of the rumors. 

Joe quietly said, “The little governess will stay, mind ye.  Masta’ will see to it, ‘ee will.”  Everyone listened to Joe’s quiet words of wisdom.  Somehow, old Joe always seemed to know things, but this situation tonight seemed hopeless. 

After sipping their tea in silence, slowly, one by one, the servants left the kitchens and retired for the night. 

Hope you enjoyed my gossiping servants.  Of course, we have to have kind ones and naughty ones...Thanks for reading with me today!
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  :)

Friday, June 3rd Blog -- The Governess -- Chapter 8 continued:

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 8 continued:

As she gingerly entered the dining room, Lord Huntington stood and watched as she gracefully came to her seat.  Once more, he noticed how regally she carried herself, her gentle curves and beautiful hair, the striking contrast this shade of turquoise was against her delicate skin.  And eyes...  He nodded his head in acknowledgment of her.  Her gentle fragrance drifted in his direction.  She was extraordinarily fragile and feminine.  Yet he knew her to be a determined soul!  Why should this agitate him?  But it did.  He pulled her chair out and seated her carefully. 

Sitting down with the scowl back on his face, he barked, “Let the meal begin!” 

Carly’s serenity was gone as soon as he spoke.  Would she ever get used to his abrupt gruffness?  Did she somehow make him angry?  And what of his angering her?  She was determined not to let him intimidate her.  Wondering these things to herself, she almost did not realize the servants were placing the meal in front of her or realize that he was asking her a question. 

Quickly, she composed herself.  “My lord?” 

“I asked if you had familiarized yourself with the house today.”  He made an impatient noise clearing his throat. 

            Extremely nervous at being with him after their soiree in the library the night before, she determined, again, to be in control of herself.  “Uh…Yes.  Thank you.  That is, I have enjoyed my day very much.”  Pay attention, Carly! 

Seemingly distracted and irritated, he surprised her when, waiting for the servants to depart, followed up by saying, “I suppose you would like to say a blessing upon our meal again?”  With his dark penetrating eyes upon her, he waited impatiently for her answer. 

At least it was obvious how he felt tonight. 

            Blinking quickly, she stuttered, “Why, yes…I…I would.  Thank you for… remembering, my lord.”  Must she stutter so badly?! 

Softly, her voice quivered as she gave a brief, modest prayer in gratitude for the meal, including her praise for May’s culinary talents and appreciation for allowing her to help by adding herbs to the lamb stew.   

            Creighton could not help smiling at this simple, unsophisticated admission during a prayer, but quickly squelched his smile when she finished.  She opened her eyes, looking at him, apparently self-conscious at praying in front of him.  He nodded his approval and began his meal. 

Eating in silence for a while, he surprised her again by asking, “Do you approve of my home then?”  He sliced a chunk from the cornbread before him, slathering it with freshly churned butter, waiting for her reply. 

            Frozen momentarily by his offered conversation, she breathed deeply, trying to gain her poise in front of this intimidating man.  “I…I do, my lord, in every way.”  So quickly, she almost did not believe that it happened, he flashed her a compelling grin, minus the cornbread.  This encouraged her just a little, and she smiled back at him. 

            “Obviously, you made it to the kitchens.”  Grinning at her briefly for a second time, she was amazed at the transformation that occurred to his features when he showed any sign of gladness.  Holding his spoon up to point at her, he added, “Well done.  The lamb stew is delicious.” 

Was he teasing her?  Not sure, she tasted the stew again herself, and added, “May has a wonderful recipe for Lamb Stew it seems.” 

He knew she was being somewhat reserved so he encouraged more discussion.  “Tell me what you like of Huntington Manor, Lady Blakemore.” 

His invitation was welcoming.  Thinking further of her discoveries, she gained confidence, and continued excitedly, “I discovered your beautiful music room and the arboretum, which I am so excited about.  Never having been in one before, I was shocked to see such a place inside your very home.  I am simply overjoyed at its beauty.” 

Not expecting such exuberance on this subject, he looked at her with satisfaction as he listened.  Seeing his home afresh with new eyes was appealing to him as she spoke of the simple pleasures of her day.  “Please continue,” he commanded, as he sliced more cornbread, refocusing his gaze upon her.   

This deep scrutiny from him always unnerved her.  She fidgeted momentarily with her food, then continued simply because she had to speak to someone—anyone—about her day.  Oh, how she longed for friendly conversation!  

“I saw that there were great bench tables available to work on floral arrangements and such.  You see, music and floral arranging are two of my passions.”  She decided not to admit that reading was one of her passions as well, for it reminded her of the library with him last night, and was afraid it would remind him also. 

Gently clearing her throat, she began again, “I would like to ask your permission to enjoy your beautiful arboretum and grounds and the available flora to make floral arrangements for your lovely home?” 

Staring in wonder at her, he finally nodded briefly in agreement. 

“I was also hoping that your children and I would be allowed to use the music room for music lessons?”

            Putting his spoon down and wiping his mouth with his napkin, he looked at her curiously.  “You were planning on teaching my children music lessons?” 

            “But, of course.  I would hardly be a proper governess without the instruction of music, now would I?”  Smiling a timid smile, she thought she sounded very much like her mother just now.  “Children have a natural inclination and appreciation for music, and they are such a joy to hear—well, at least, when they have practiced.”  Daintily putting her delicate hand to her nose and mouth, she endeavored to stop laughing at the picture that was forming in her mind of children singing loudly off key.  With laughter still in her voice, she said, “You must accompany us some time for these lessons and see for yourself how much they enjoy music.” 

            She was delightful! 

He could only sit staring at her. 

Inside, he groaned to himself, then mumbled something under his breath that sounded like, ‘Heaven help me!’ and began his meal again. 

I hope you are enjoying this story as it unfolds.  The master and his governess...what could possibly happen between them?  I hope you are curious!  Thanks for reading!

Ellise :)