“I am sorry to hear it.”
“As was I.” He glanced over at the ladies and gentlemen crowding around Lewis, all eager to greet him. “Though we are alone in that sentiment.”
Margaret and Nathaniel danced together twice after that and then he led her to the punch table for a glass of ratafia.
Lewis appeared at his elbow. “Hello, Nate. Do introduce me to this lovely creature you’re monopolizing.”
Nathaniel hesitated, then turned to oblige him. “Of course. Miss Margaret Macy, my brother, Lewis Upchurch.”
“But we have met before, Mr. Upchurch,” Margaret said. “Though it was more than a year ago. I don’t expect you remember—”
“It can’t be,” Lewis protested. “I would have remembered an exquisite face like yours. Do say you’ll dance with me.”
Never had Lewis Upchurch looked at her with such admiration, such intensity in his warm brown eyes. It was as though he were seeing her for the first time. Perhaps he was. Perhaps he had never really noticed her amid all the other women forever flocking about him like chattering hens.
Unsettled and bemused by his charming flattery, she faltered, “Oh... well, of course. If you like.”
It was only a dance, she told herself. Nathaniel did not own her, nor was it even proper for the two of them to dance more than twice together in the same evening. They were not engaged.
Even so, she did not miss the wariness that flashed in Nathaniel’s eyes.
Margaret danced with Lewis twice that night, and at the next ball, and by the next week she allowed him to escort her in to supper in Nathaniel’s stead.
Lewis is better looking, a better dancer, more confident, and more exciting,she justified to herself, overwhelmed by the astounding fact that the man everyone wanted, wanted her.
———
With a sigh, Margaret rolled over in her attic bed, wondering yet again why his interest had not lasted.
In the morning, when the staff again assembled for morning prayers, Lewis Upchurch stood in the hall between his brother and sister for the first time. Lewis, Hester had told her, would be returning to London that very afternoon. He had spent only a few days at Fairbourne Hall, but did plan to return soon. This last word had made Hester’s eyes sparkle and brought dimples to her cheeks.
Nathaniel opened the book, then hesitated. He turned to his brother and offered it to him. Lewis waved the offer away, indicating Nathaniel should continue.
Nathaniel did so. He read a brief Scripture and prayed. Margaret liked that instead of reading a prayer by rote every morning, he often uttered prayers of his own invention, crafted in the moment evidently, judging by the screwing up of his face, the occasional pauses, and false starts. Mr. Arnold denounced him a poor cleric. But Nathaniel’s earnest informality in prayer, though in little else, reminded Margaret of her father, also denounced a poor cleric by many. Though not by her.
When Mr. Upchurch lifted his head to dismiss them, Lewis stepped forward before he could do so.
“Just a brief announcement...” Lewis began.
Beside her, Fiona stiffened in anticipation and Thomas quietly groaned.
“You are probably not aware, but today is Miss Upchurch’s birthday. She will ask for no gift for herself and tells me she only wishes that everyone would, in her words, ‘be happy and get along.’ ” He shot Nathaniel a telling look, then grinned at his sister. Helen met his glance with a wary one of her own, clearly unsure of his plan.
“In that spirit, and in her honor, I have asked Mr. Hudson to give all of you a half day—this very afternoon, to spend as you please.”
Gasps and exclamations of surprise and delight swept through the assembly. Nathaniel and Helen Upchurch, Margaret noticed, looked as surprised as the rest. Did Lewis not realize what he was doing? How was his sister to enjoy even a decent birthday supper if the entire staff was off duty?
But Helen beamed up at her brother. “That is an excellent notion, Lewis. I could ask for nothing better for my birthday.”
Mrs. Budgeon looked far less pleased. Concerned no doubt about what would be left undone, who would prepare dinner for the staff, not to mention the family, and a whole host of other tasks. She glanced at Mr. Hudson, perhaps seeking an empathetic grimace, but Mr. Hudson rubbed his hands together like a young boy anticipating a treat. The housekeeper rolled her eyes.
Cheerful chatter arose from the staff as they departed in twos and threes like chirpy robins in springtime, talking among themselves, laughing, joking, and hurrying to finish their remaining duties in record time. Only Hester looked deflated. Margaret glanced at Connor and was surprised to see him glaring at his master. Then she understood. For Connor would be leaving with Lewis and unable to share in the afternoon’s pleasure.
———
At one, the staff hurried to their rooms in various parts of the house or stable loft to divest themselves of the marks of their servitude—the caps, aprons, and tools of their trade. Some were going off to visit family in the nearby hamlet of Weavering Street or in Maidstone proper. Others had no family in the area but were making plans with one or two companions to go into Maidstone for an afternoon of revelry, shopping, or just enjoying the out of doors. It appeared Miss Upchurch had authorized the use of the wagon and horses to transport anybody who wanted to go into Maidstone. The groom warned that the wagon would leave The Queen’s Arms at eight sharp and any latecomers would have themselves a long walk back.
Margaret carried her housemaid’s box back to the closet, then started up to her room. She paused on the stairs to retie the laces of her half boot. From below, she heard Fiona and Betty talking as they stowed their own supplies. Apparently they, along with the two young kitchen maids—nieces of Betty’s—planned to walk together into Weavering Street to enjoy an unexpected afternoon with family.
