Chapter 1
One
Edward sat in his room at the inn in Derby, looking through the window and down onto the early morning activity in the streets below.
He had hoped to travel on today towards Manchester and thereafter to Liverpool, where a ship was expected shortly into port, but his business here had been delayed due to the ado surrounding a local festival and the corresponding nuptials of the mayor’s son to the daughter of a baronet.
The cargo on the ship he hoped to meet had been purchased in good faith and could wait for his arrival, whenever that might be.
On this festive day, the shopkeepers in Derby were more concerned with meeting the demands of their clients than of their suppliers, and Edward supposed he could not blame them.
After all, their success was directly responsible for his own.
His father had instilled this into him as a youth: take care of your customers, for they are the source of your income.
And his father had done exactly that, establishing a rich network of loyal milliners, shopkeepers, and private customers for his high quality merchandise.
Sourcing both fine local fabric and exotic goods from around the world, Edward’s esteemed sire had raised the prospects of a small import business to a highly regarded establishment that catered to those with the finest tastes and the budgets to satisfy them.
Old Mr. Gardiner had done very well for himself indeed.
He lived simply but well, and owned homes both in London near his warehouses, and in a small village in Hertfordshire, whence he hailed.
His income, not excessive but more than adequate for a comfortable life, was constantly reinvested and worked upon, and despite living in some degree of luxury, he did not allow his family to grow accustomed to a life of leisure.
The money came from hard work, and through hard work it would grow.
Mr. Gardiner’s family would know the value of their comfort from their own labours.
From his first marriage, Old James Gardiner had two daughters, both as beautiful as their late mother, and unfortunately, as vapid.
They were lovely, good-hearted, but silly girls, who grew to find more value in gossip than in fine fabric or the joy of a good business deal.
His second marriage had been to Edward’s mother, a plain but intelligent woman with a pleasing temper, a sharp wit, and the business acumen of the most experienced merchant.
She had produced only this one son, but he shared his mother’s intellect and was of the utmost pride to both his parents.
It was Edward’s own mother, Mary, who had convinced James Gardiner that young Edward needed an Education.
Not of the social class to consider Oxford or Cambridge for their son, the Gardiners embarked upon a quest, and eventually determined upon the colonies.
An old friend of James made the suggestion of King’s College in Nova Scotia, along with the offer of an apprenticeship in his export business there, which sent timber and furs across the ocean.
The double allure of a classical education and personal experience in another part of his own family’s trade was too great to refuse, and upon completing his primary education in the local parish, Edward was sent to the small town of Windsor, Nova Scotia, some fifty miles from Halifax, the capital of that colony.
His three years abroad were initially lonely ones for the shy young man, but along with an excellent education, he also acquired the social skills required of a successful businessman.
He learned to meet people and engage with them on their own terms; he learned that a pleasant smile and a friendly demeanour would better recommend him to others than mere social éclat; he learned the importance of business in keeping the blood of the Empire flowing; and most importantly, he learned that, in this less stratified world of the Atlantic colonies, tradesmen and sons of local magistrates were social equals, who could converse intelligently on matters of consequence.
Edward returned home educated and mature, with a knowledge of his place in the world, but with the skills to move beyond his circles.
He could discuss business affairs with his fellow merchants, fashion with the Ladies who sought unique decorations at his establishments, literature and sport with the gentlemen who accompanied them, and was a competent and sought-after chess partner.
In short, Edward Gardiner had every prospect of outshining his father.
And now, at five and twenty years of age, he was starting to take over his father’s place in the business.
The older man was tiring and his health was indifferent at best. He chose to spend his time in London with his wife and friends and doctors, dealing with the paper end of the business, whilst letting his energetic son assume the more taxing aspects of the affairs.
Edward’s energy and straightforward good nature, and his lack of domestic entanglements, rendered him ideal for this activity.
He had, as yet, no wife or family to keep him at home, and his friends were undemanding of his time, happy to see him when he was available for social endeavours, but understanding of his need to travel.
Which was why, on this cloudy morning, Edward was sitting in the inn in Derby, biding his time until his clients could arrange to make their appointments.
Even at this early hour he could hear the denizens of Derby begin to move into the centre of the city for the festival.
Voices of men, women, and children sounded through the glass of the window and into his room which overlooked the square on Irongate.
The cathedral bells rang clearly in the rain-damp air, with its smoky smell lingering from the heavy overnight storms. The scent of early morning fires also permeated the atmosphere, as meats were placed on spits to be cooked for the crowds which would later come to see, buy, and eat their way through the festive day.
Peering from the window of his second-story rooms, Edward watched cartloads of produce as they were moved around the muddy streets, the wagons and drays festooned with colourful cloths and ribbons as befitted the festive aura of the city.
Ah, good, he thought to himself, at least they’re buying up my pretty pieces of cloth!
He smiled despite his impatience to move on from this place.
Whilst the air that overhung the city was still heavy, the storms of the previous night had clearly passed and the clouds seemed to be dissipating.
Like his mother, Edward was inclined to good humour, and thus was not to be found fretting his enforced stay in Derby.
Rather, he reckoned that a brisk morning walk amongst the incoming traffic would do well to bolster his spirits.
Although certainly no London, after the years spent in Nova Scotia, Derby seemed a veritable metropolis to Edward and he determined to explore some more of the city before returning to the inn for breakfast, and hopefully some business.
Perhaps he might find a book to purchase, or some small gifts for his mother and sisters amongst the wares offered by the merchants setting up their stalls on the streets.
He donned his coat and hat against the weather, and paused before the mirror in his rooms to check his appearance.
His reflection announced his position in society and proclaimed him to be of the middle class, but nonetheless he cut an acceptable figure.
His height was good, though not excessive, and any lack of perfect refinement in his features was compensated for by an appealing face, the ruddiness of youth, and good health.
His hair was a middling brown, neither too light nor too dark, and his eyes likewise shone with a green-brown regard.
His ordinary but pleasant looks were complemented by a fashionable and conservative cut of clothing, although, as might be expected, the fabric was superb.
He looked exactly what he was — a prosperous young merchant with no pretensions.
He descended the staircase, bid good morning to the proprietor of the inn, and stepped onto the street.
Here, the noise of the city greeted him in full force.
Horses whinnied and neighed and dogs barked in response.
Farmers and tradesmen called out in greeting and women could be heard ordering servants and children around.
The occasional oath sounded as well, as wheeled traffic and pedestrians vied for space on the narrow lanes that led to the square by the cathedral.
The streets were wet but well paved and passable, as the incoming wagons attested, suitable for a morning stroll.
He had already wandered down past the cathedral the previous afternoon when he first arrived in town.
The church itself was lovely, guarded as it was by an ancient iron gate, and the shops and establishments in its immediate vicinity were fashionable and grand.
He paused now, debating which other direction to point his feet.
There were no docks to avoid in this mid-country town, but the river ran nearby, with its own share of barges and skiffs.
Having had enough of shipping and knowing that no work would be accomplished this day, he chose instead the other direction and set off at a brisk pace.