This room was at the front of the house and had full benefit of the morning sun. The table was set for one. A slight? On a side wall was a large rosewood china cabinet filled with fine gold-rimmed china with a floral design of pink and white. Between the windows on the back wall was a lovely carved oak and ebony buffet.
Hallie came in, smiling brightly, carrying a large covered platter which she set on the buffet.
“Mornin’, mum. Hope you had a pleasant night.”
“Indeed I did. Has the Countess come down yet?” Reggie indicated the single setting.
“She’s off on her mornin’ ride. She never eats this early, mum.”
“Neither do I, really. Why don’t you show me the rest of the house now instead?”
“But there’s all this food,” Hallie said in surprise, removing the lid on the platter to reveal eggs, sausage, kippers, ham, jellies, toast and rolls, even two delicious-looking tarts.
“Heavens!” Reggie gasped. “I wasn’t supposed to eat all of that, was I?”
Hallie giggled. “Cook was out to make a better impression, seein’ as how she only sent up cold dishes for you last night.”
“Well, then I’ll just take this with me, and one of these,” Reggie said, wrapping a fat sausage in a roll and taking one of the tarts. “And now we can have that tour.”
“But shouldn’t Mrs. Oates—?”
“Yes,” Reggie interrupted conspiratorially, “I suppose she should. But I can let her show me around again later. Right now I would like to see just how big Silverley is, and I would like pleasant company along.”
Hallie giggled again. “There’s none of us likes Mrs. Oates too well, but she does run a tight ship, as she’s so fond of sayin’. Come along then, your ladyship. But if Mrs. Oates should come upon us—”
“Not to worry,” Reggie assured her. “I’ll think of something to explain why you’re with me. You won’t be blamed.”
The house was indeed big. Near the entryway they passed a billiard room with not one but three tables in it. There were more rooms than Reggie could remember, each filled with lovely Chippendale furnishings and Queen Anne pieces. Many of the high ceilings were arched and decorated with lovely gilded plasterwork. Some had large, gorgeously crafted chandeliers.
There was a music room decorated in green and white and, to the right of the drawing room, an antechamber with floor-to-ceiling stained-glass windows bathing the room in colors which were sharply set off against the white marble floor. Plush red benches hugged the walls. Reggie was astonished by the beauty of the place.
At the back of the house, off the large, formal dining room, was the conservatory. Along a walkway that circled the room were chairs and sofas and statues on pedestals. There were potted plants at the sides of wide stone steps leading down to a fountain in the center of the room. Everywhere were trees and autumn flowers. Reggie was sorry she had missed seeing the room in summer when the indoor garden would have been in full bloom.
Upstairs, the whole length of the back of the house was taken up by the master suites. From right to left were the lord’s chamber, the sitting room, the lady’s chamber, and then a nursery. There were rooms for a nurse and lady’s maid.
The tour took just under an hour, and Hallie was able to escape back to the servants’ domain in the center of the house right of the main hall before anyone discovered what they had been doing. Reggie settled in the library then to await Lady Miriam.
Her wait was short. The Countess came in straight from her riding excursion, dressed in a deep violet habit and still carrying a riding quirt. She showed only a moment’s surprise at finding the room occupied. She then proceeded to ignore Reggie while she removed her hat and gloves.
So that was the way it was to be? Well, it helped explain Nicholas’ propensity to rudeness.
Reggie was able to study Miriam Eden while she was being ignored. For a woman likely nearing fifty, she was holding up remarkably well. She was trim and youthful, her posture stiffly erect. Her tightly wound blond hair was fading, but there was no gray in it. Her eyes were a wintry gray. Hard, cold eyes, but perhaps they smiled sometimes? Reggie thought not.
There was a slight physical resemblance to Miriam’s sister Eleanor, but the physical similarity was where it began and ended. The younger sister exuded warmth and gentleness, and there was none in the Countess. How could she possibly live with this woman?
“Should I call you Mother?” she asked suddenly, and there was a perceptible start from the Countess. She turned and looked at Reggie squarely. The gray eyes were frigid, the lips pursed. She most likely wasn’t used to being addressed before she condescended to speak, Reggie reflected.
In a brittle voice Miriam replied, “Don’t. I’m not your mother any more than I’m—”
“Oh, dear,” Reggie interrupted, “I gathered there was an estrangement between you and Nicholas when you didn’t come to our wedding, but I—”
“I was needed here,” Miriam said stiffly.
“—didn’t realize you had disowned your son,” Reggie finished.
“What are you doing here, and without Nicholas?” Miriam asked.
“Nicholas and I simply don’t suit, you see, and so we couldn’t possibly live together,” Reggie replied.
