“Yes,” Eleanor replied. “And I would like the west guest rooms prepared.”
Mrs. Hargreaves glanced at her. “Expecting visitors?”
“I am,” Eleanor said.
By the time the clock chimed noon, Eleanor’s schedule was full. Letters dictated. Meetings arranged. The house stirred around her, responding to purpose.
It was only then, with the worst of the quiet banished, that she allowed herself one personal decision.
“Mrs. Hargreaves,” Eleanor said, rising. “Please have the carriage prepared.”
“Where to, Your Grace?”
“To fetch my sister.”
The woman smiled faintly. “Miss Barker will be pleased.”
“I hope so,” Eleanor said. “I require her company.”
She knew she could not stand to be alone. She must keep busy. She must keep company that she trusted.
Arabella arrived just after three.
She descended from the carriage with her usual careful grace, scanning the front of Blackmere Park with open curiosity.
“You sent for me?” she said as Eleanor stepped forward.
“I did,” Eleanor replied.
Arabella studied her face. “Is everything well?”
“Yes,” Eleanor said. “And no.”
Arabella exhaled. “Ah.”
They embraced briefly, then Eleanor gestured toward the house. “Come inside.”
They took tea in the same kitchen where Eleanor had stood with James the night before. Eleanor did not comment on the choice.
“You look composed,” Arabella said after a moment.
“I am trying to be,” Eleanor replied.
“And you look furious,” Arabella added.
“Well that is honest…”
Arabella smiled faintly. “Where is James?”
“Gone.”
“And you are not following him?” Arabella said.
“No.”
“Good,” Arabella replied. “I was prepared to be disappointed.”
Eleanor laughed softly despite herself. “You always are.”
