Rags-to-Riches Bride. Mary Nichols

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      ‘Oh, no, my lady. Mr Harecroft senior bade me greet you and make you comfortable in the staff dining room. He will join you directly.’

      Her ladyship chuckled. ‘And I am to be prevented from wandering all over the shop, is that not so?’

      ‘My lady?’

      ‘Oh, you do not need to answer me. I know my grandson. But tell me, what do you think of this silk?’ She plucked at a length of the material to show Diana.

      ‘It is very fine.’

      ‘That may be so, but is it worth the exorbitant price I believe was paid for it?’

      Diana was in a quandary. The desire to give an honest opinion did battle with her need to be diplomatic and she strove to find an answer that would satisfy both. ‘I think it might be a little overpriced, my lady, but in today’s market, with everyone vying to be seen to advantage for the coronation, it is selling well.’

      ‘Exactly what I said,’ Stephen put in.

      The old lady smiled and pulled herself to her feet. ‘Escort me, Miss Bywater. We can have a little chat before my grandson joins us.’ She took Diana’s arm and together they made their way to a small room at the back of the ground floor that had been set aside for the staff to eat the mid-day meal they brought with them. It also had a fireplace and facilities for making tea. Once her ladyship had been seated, Diana set the kettle on the fire and stirred the embers to make it blaze.

      ‘How do you like working for Harecroft’s, Miss Bywater?’

      ‘Very much. I am grateful to you for affording me the opportunity to do something interesting.’

      ‘My grandson tells me you are quick to learn.’

      ‘I try to be.’

      ‘And Stephen sings your praises constantly.’

      ‘Does he?’ The kettle boiled and Diana used the distraction of making tea to cover her confusion. What had Stephen been saying? ‘My lady, I hope you do not think I have set out to…’ She stumbled over what she wanted to say.

      ‘No, of course not. Ah, here is John.’ She turned to her grandson. ‘John, you are paying far too much for your silk these days.’

      ‘It is the going rate, for the best quality, Grandmother. I cannot afford to drop standards. Besides, people are prepared to pay good money to appear in the latest fabrics for the festivities.’ He sat down next to her. ‘But you did not come here to talk about the price of silk, did you?’

      ‘No, I did not. I decided I had mouldered long enough in the country. I came to attend the coronation and to give you notice that I intend to have a house party.’

      ‘Oh?’ One bushy eyebrow lifted.

      ‘I am to reach the grand age of ninety next month, as you know…’

      ‘You won’t if you insist on racketing about town.’

      His grandmother ignored him and continued as if he had not spoken. ‘And I wish to mark the occasion with a party.’ She accepted a cup of tea from Diana, who also put one in front of John and turned to leave them. ‘Stay,’ the old lady commanded, waving an ebony walking stick at her. ‘Pour a cup for yourself.’

      ‘Grandmother, what are you talking about?’ John asked, answering Diana’s questioning look with a nod. ‘You cannot possibly have a party. It will be too much for you.’

      ‘I decide what is too much for me. Besides, we have a houseful of servants at Borstead Hall, idle half the time—it won’t hurt them to stir themselves. Alicia will arrange it. I want all the family to stay the weekend. Friends and acquaintances will be invited for the Saturday only.’

      ‘Why?’ he asked, mystified.

      ‘Why? How often does a woman reach the age of ninety and still be in possession of all her faculties? I fully intend to be a hundred, but just in case I do not achieve it, I will have my celebration on Saturday, July the twenty-first.’

      ‘What does my father say about this?’

      ‘Nothing.’ She smiled mischievously. ‘He knows he will lead a much more peaceful life if he humours me. And William does like a peaceful life, looking after the estate and his beloved horses.’

      ‘And Aunt Alicia?’

      ‘Alicia too. I mean to have a really big day, with my family and friends around me, plenty to eat and drink and fireworks to round it off.’

      ‘It will kill you.’

      ‘Then I will die happy.’

      Diana was beginning to feel uncomfortable; she did not want to be a witness to a family argument, and she did have work to do. She stood up to leave, just as Stephen joined them. ‘Good, there’s tea,’ he said.

      Diana fetched another cup and saucer from the cupboard and poured tea for him.

      ‘Great-Grandmama, will you ask Miss Bywater to your party?’ he asked, making Diana gasp.

      ‘Of course. The young lady will be welcome.’

      ‘You knew about it?’ his father asked him.

      ‘Great-Grandmama told me when she arrived. I am looking forward to it.’

      ‘And who is going to look after the shop if we all dash off to Borstead Hall?’ John demanded. ‘Miss Bywater has to work on Saturdays and so do you.’

      ‘On this occasion, I expect you to make an exception.’ This from Lady Harecroft.

      ‘Oh, no,’ Diana put in. ‘You must not do that. It would set a bad example.’

      ‘Do not tell me what I must not do, girl,’ her ladyship snapped.

      Diana blushed furiously. ‘I beg your pardon. I did not mean to be rude.’

      ‘Do you not care to come?’ Stephen asked, aggrieved. ‘I am sure you will enjoy it.’

      ‘I am sure I would, but I cannot leave my father while I go into the country.’

      ‘Bring him too,’ her ladyship said. ‘It is time we all met him.’

      ‘I am afraid he is not well enough, my lady.’ Diana was beginning to panic. Her father was not yet stable enough to pay calls, and a party where there was bound to be wine and punch might set him off again. Flattered as she was to be asked, and much as she would have liked a break from routine, to dress up, live in a little splendour and pretend that her life had never had that treacherous downhill slide, she could not risk it.

      ‘Miss Bywater’s father is an invalid,’ John said. ‘She explained about that when she first came to us.’

      ‘So she did. But no matter, we can arrange for him to be looked after for a day or two. Problems like that are not insurmountable.’

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