Chapter 19
Catie woke up too sick with nerves to eat, and didn’t go down to breakfast. She snapped at Miss Burnet to stop hovering, prowling the length of her room as soon as she was left alone.
Tonight was the night. Her nerves almost got the best of her and she leaned over the basin in her room, but she hadn’t eaten much in the past few days.
She sat down to compose her letters, then bounced back up again, remembering Miss Burnet’s strange letter.
Though she’d memorized it, it seemed like a wise idea to have it with her. As a form of proof, should she need it.
Glancing both ways down the hall, she made her way to Miss Burnet’s room. Miss Burnet had been more tolerable since she’d stopped mooning over Quinn. Catie noticed a difference on the day Edwin had asked her to elope with him.
Catie figured Quinn had seen that she knew about their scandalous dalliance, since she’d been acting as disgusted as she felt by it.
She knew how badly he wanted to be a good influence, and change his ways to be more like Lachlan, and she didn’t feel too guilty exploiting that.
After all, she knew it couldn’t be serious between the two.
Miss Burnet was another in a long line of Quinn’s conquests.
She felt a bit sorry for Miss Burnet, who’d retired early to her room each evening, and begged off excursions that involved Quinn.
When she got to the little attic room, she stopped feeling even that bit of compassion for her chaperone. It was highly probable that Miss Burnet was involved somehow with whatever happened to Lachlan. Catie needed to do this with a clear conscience and not let her focus be muddled by her heart.
Sliding halfway under the bed, she pulled out the box, carefully unwound the ribbon and dug around until she found the envelope.
It gave her the vapors to imagine that she held something that shouldn’t have even been made yet.
The greater part of her still didn’t believe, but she’d know the truth soon enough.
She returned the box and left the room, surprisingly calm.
Either she’d become used to the covert actions of the past weeks or she was frozen inside with fear for what was to come.
She still had to write her letters, dispatch them, then pack up her things to take to her new friend’s house.
Amelia was a girl who loved gossip and could not keep a secret if the world depended on it, which was exactly what Catie herself depended on.
They were both invited to the same party that evening, and would go together, her mother set to be their chaperone for the night.
After her letters were written, she thought she should spend a bit of time with Quinn, in case it was a long time before she saw him again.
He’d be so angry at her when he found out, she’d be glad to have the distance.
Quinn was out, so she sat with her aunt and asked for stories about her mother while she waited for him to return.
She’d come to love her English aunt, and learning so much about her mother gave her a sense of history she’d never felt before.
Lachlan and Quinn were her true brothers and they’d never made her feel otherwise, but having a different mother had set her apart in her own mind.
It was nice to have the missing piece. She’d miss her Aunt Amberly and prayed she’d see her again one day, hopefully soon.
The afternoon slipped away and Quinn still hadn’t come back, and then it was time to leave for Amelia’s.
She dawdled and pretended to forget something twice, but the carriage was ready for her and she ran out of reasons not to get in it.
The letter she’d put in his room would have to suffice as a goodbye.
She prayed it wasn’t forever. As angry as she was with him, she couldn’t imagine never seeing him again.
Oddly enough, Miss Burnet’s farewell was full of emotion.
She grabbed Catie up in a hug, and even had tears shining in her eyes as she made her promise to have a wonderful time.
Catie almost thought she was caught, that Miss Burnet knew something, but how could she?
And she didn’t stop her, so Catie eventually managed to get her heartbeat under control, able to act normal when she got to Amelia’s.
Amelia was a year older than Catie and determined to be married before the year was out. She had three prospects, though Catie thought only one of them was realistic. She kept trying to get Catie to talk about Oliver, as if she might have designs on him as well.
“I dinna think he’s ready to settle just yet,” she said, feeling protective of her friend and repeating what she’d been told by Miss Burnett.
Honestly, Oliver had been her first choice before Edwin showed his sudden strong interest. Amelia was a sweet girl, but Catie didn’t think she was at all right for him. Brushing off her irritation, she changed the subject.
“Can I trust ye with a secret, ?” she asked, hopping up to close her friend’s bedroom door.
Amelia’s eyes grew three times their size and she clasped her hands in front of her heart. “You know you can,” she said. “I’d die if you thought you couldn’t.”
“Good. Then I shall tell ye.” Catie waited a beat, just out of cruelty. She knew the secret wouldn’t last past the first dance that evening. Which was of course what she wanted. Before Amelia actually died from holding her breath, Catie leaned in to tell her secret in hushed tones.
“Lord Edwin Hollingsborn has asked me to marry him,” she said.
“But that’s wonderful,” Amelia exclaimed.
“Aye, that bit is wonderful,” Catie hurried on. “I love him so much. But my brother willna give his consent.”
“But whyever not? He’s to be a marquis.”
Catie refrained from rolling her eyes. “Because he’s a monster who doesna want me to be happy.” She felt this part at least was the truth, even though it had nothing to do with Edwin.
“A monster indeed!” she loyally agreed. “Oh, you poor thing. To be denied your happiness.”
Catie paused, breathing out a long sigh, and looking meaningfully at Amelia. “What’s coming up is the secret. Are ye sure ye willna tell a soul? My happiness depends on it.”
Amelia blinked so many times, Catie thought something might have gone wrong in her head. She finally agreed to never tell a soul, crossing her heart and swearing on various family members’ graves.
“We are running away tonight.” She held out her hands in case Amelia fell over, but she stayed upright.
“Eloping? But you shan’t have a wedding? You’ll ride to Scotland?” She said Scotland as if it were the most unsavory place possible, but Catie let it slide.
“Aye, tonight. It’s the only way. Perhaps after all is said and done we can have a wedding.”
The maid knocked on the door. It was time to get ready. Catie felt a real wash of nerves and grabbed Amelia’s hand.
“I promise not to tell, but are you sure, Catie? This is what you want?”
Catie wasn’t sure, not really, but she vowed to remain true to her course. Amelia took over, making sure Catie had a perfect hairstyle, and offering to let her borrow her birthday earrings, which were ruby and diamond and she swore brought good luck.
“I better not, but thank ye,” Catie said, touched by the offer. “I dinna know when I’ll see ye again.”
This made Amelia burst into tears. Whatever her faults, Amelia cared about her. She’d made real friends here, and if she waited, perhaps she’d have an offer of marriage that wasn’t based on her inheritance. Why was she doing this? She struggled to remember.
“Do you think your brother will ride after you?” Amelia asked.
Her brother. That was why she was doing this. To find out the truth about Lachlan. But Amelia didn’t even know about Lachlan, she’d meant Quinn. Catie smiled.
“Let him try,” she said.
***
Catie pounded on the back door of Belmary House, wishing she had a little timepiece like she’d seen Miss Burnet use. She should have made Quinn buy her one after one of his many slip-ups. She’d run as fast as her gown would allow, and got a bit lost, but still thought she had time.
A frazzled maid opened the door, saw she was a fine lady and dropped a curtsy. “Miss, what can I do for you? Are you lost?”
Catie cursed herself for not changing her clothes.
She must look outrageous in her extravagant gown.
With a start and more inner cursing, she realized this was what she’d be wearing to the future, if it indeed worked, and hoped Belmary House was still a fine mansion whenever she ended up.
Maybe she wouldn’t stick out too much in her rose silk and lace ball gown.
“I need to get a message to Mr. Hallifax,” Catie said, copying the authoritative manner she’d seen Miss Burnet use to good effect. “It’s about his niece.”
“What’s this about?” A young man, who Catie recognized from her first outing in London pushed his way past the maid. He bowed when he saw her. “Miss Ferguson?” he asked. “Please come in.”
“No, I canna stay. I only need to get a message to Mr. Hallifax about Miss Burnet.”
The lad stood aside and motioned her into the kitchen. “Please miss, you must come through to the front.”
Her authoritative manner a complete bust, she followed him meekly through to a small room, where he left her, hopefully to get Miss Burnet’s uncle.
She knew the owners of this house were at the very same party she’d just left, so there was no fear of the lad bringing them to her.
She hadn’t meant to come in at all, but now that she was here, she realized it was to her advantage.
Mr Hallifax appeared in the doorway, fully dressed in his butler attire, but looking as if he’d thrown it on, his jacket slightly askew. He bowed, and when she saw his stricken face, she almost faltered in her plan.
“Miss Ferguson, have you come alone? At such an hour?”
“I have a footman waiting outside,” she lied. “It’s about Miss Burnet, sir.” She couldn’t believe she was about to scare an old man, but plowed on. “She’s in a terrible way. She only wants ye, willna speak to anyone else.”
“Is she ill? Where is she?” He turned to rush away, but seemed to remember his manners and stopped, keeping his hands clasped behind him as he waited for more information.
“She’s at the Amberly’s house. Please, do go at once.”
He hesitated and she impatiently reminded him she had an escort to see her home. Glad that he didn’t ask why she brought the message and not the footman, she sat alone in the room, seeming to be forgotten by the lad who’d brought her in.
She couldn’t believe her good luck and peeked into the hall.
Empty. Being invited into the house and then left completely alone was definitely fortunate, but she didn’t know what to do now.
Sending Miss Burnet’s uncle to detain her was the final step of her plan.
She knew according to the letter the exact time to be at the house, but didn’t know what came next.
She ventured into the hall, pulling out the letter and rereading it for the hundredth time.
For the very first time she realized it said nothing about Belmary House.
She’d only assumed that since it was where Miss Burnet visited her uncle.
She stopped in front of another doorway, her stomach in knots and her head beginning to pound.
If she was in the wrong location, everything would fall apart.
She had to find a clock, or get out of there altogether.
She realized she wasn’t cut out for espionage or secrets.
She should have confronted Quinn the same day she found the letter from Lachlan, not started this nonsensical plan.
To what end? She couldn’t add up all the lies she’d told in the last weeks.
Quinn would never forgive her. The whole of society would and should shun her.
“Miss? Are you lost?”
She looked up with a gasp to hear a very faint Scottish accent.
The man was handsome in a severe sort of way, and as he took a step closer to her, she noticed his clothes were a bit different than what she was used to seeing.
He stopped in front of her and blinked down at her with serious, silver gray eyes. She had nothing else to lose.
“Lord Ashford?” she asked.
“Elizabeth Burnet?” he asked in turn, tipping his head to the side and frowning at her.
She could feel her heartbeat in her fingertips she clenched her fists so tightly. She held the letter out so he could see it and nodded.
“Come along, then. There’s no time to lose.”