Part 2 (1/2)

”Jane!” Isobel exclaimed, sitting straighter on her chaise, ”you have managed marvellously! I might almost think you wrote this letter yourself.”

”Indeed, I did not. But I may venture to guess who did.”

”By all means, share your apprehension.” My friend's voice trembled with eagerness.

”Your maid Marguerite,” I said soberly. ”Have you seen her since this letter arrived?”

The Countess's face was suffused with scarlet, then overlaid with a deathly pallor. ”I have not,” she answered unsteadily. ”Marguerite attended me this morning and has been absent ever since. I a.s.sumed she felt all the burden of this unhappy house's misery, and would leave me to endure it in solitude.”

”I fear she had worse in train.” I glanced at the travelling clock on Isobel's mantel; it was close to the dinner hour of five in the afternoon, and the December dark had already fallen. ”We shall not find her in the neighbourhood by this time.”

”But, Jane, what can have caused Marguerite to charge me with such cruel deceit?” Isobel's warm brown eyes filled with tears. ”I, the murderess of my husband! It is impossible!”

”She does not lay the blame upon you alone, my dear,” I said slowly. ”There is another to whom she refers.”

”The tall lord,” Isobel said, faltering. ”It must be Trowbridge she speaks of.”

”To what purpose?”

”To what purpose is any of it?”

”She cannot have been thrown very much in his way,” I said reasonably.

”Indeed, she has not.”

”Then, my dear, we must consider her as indicating another.” My tone was brisk, but I awaited the effect of my impertinence with some trepidation.

There was an instant's silence as Isobel sought my meaning. Then she raised her eyes to mine with perfect composure. ”Fitzroy Payne?” she said.

”I think it very likely. He is more of the household, and thus more likely to have encountered the maid.”

”You may have the right of it.” The Countess's fingers worked at the fine lace of her dressing gown, as though by sorting its threads she might untangle this puzzle. ”It is like Marguerite to add the small aside of Fitzroy having 'looked through her.' I more than once observed her make the gesture against the evil eye when his gaze chanced to fall upon her; she mistrusted grey hair in one as yet young, and avowed that it was the Devil's mark.”

”Was the maid so susceptible to fancy then, Isobel?”

”Marguerite was ever a superst.i.tious, foolish child, the result of her island upbringing.” My friend's eyes met mine, and her gaze was troubled. ”I suppose the violence of my husband's last illness has given her some misapprehension, which, with time, has become a terrible conviction of evil.”

”Undoubtedly the case,” I said gently, ”but the result may be no less injurious to your reputation and well-being, Isobel. The maid threatens to inform one Sir William. And who is he, pray?”

”Sir William Reynolds,” Isobel said. ”The magistrate.”6 ”Not Sir William Reynolds, formerly of the King's Bench?”

Isobel shrugged and looked bewildered. ”I cannot undertake to say, Jane. The man is a stranger to me. Have you known such a gentleman?”

”Indeed, and all my life,” I declared with eagerness. ”The barrister I would mention is a dear friend of my father's-the acquaintance having been formed while both were yet unmarried, and but novices in their respective professions. Though the name is so very common, my my Sir William and Sir William and yours yours may be strangers to one another. Has he been resident very long in the neighbourhood?” may be strangers to one another. Has he been resident very long in the neighbourhood?”

Isobel frowned in thought. ”I do not believe that he has. His current office, indeed, is of only recent conference. Frederick-my late husband-was Lord Lieutenant of the County,7 and appointed Sir William to the post a twelve-month ago. But, Jane, if the justice is so very well known to you, is it possible that he might be moved to consideration on my behalf?” and appointed Sir William to the post a twelve-month ago. But, Jane, if the justice is so very well known to you, is it possible that he might be moved to consideration on my behalf?”

”Were I an utter unknown to Sir William, I should still look to him for consolation in time of trouble,” I replied without hesitation, ”for any who seek justice may be sure to find it at his hands.”

”What would you have me do, Jane?” the Countess asked simply.

”We cannot stop the maid from sending a note as poisonous as this to the magistrate, and so I would advise that we antic.i.p.ate her actions, and call Sir William to us without delay. It is within his province to halt such evil rumour before it may do further harm-or to investigate the case for just cause, if any there might be.”

”Jane! Can you think it?”

”Of you, my dear, never.” I folded the maid's note and offered it to her. ”But of others? Anything may be possible in this world, where the fortunes of men are at stake; and the Earl's fortune, you will own, was considerable.”

”But only Fitzroy Payne may benefit by it,” she argued, crumpling the betraying letter in her hand; ”and for Fitzroy to act with violence is unthinkable.”

”Isobel,” I said gently, ”I fear you have not told me all all where that gentleman is concerned.” where that gentleman is concerned.”

Silence and an averted look were my reward, but a flush had begun to overtake the paleness of my friend's complexion.

”If you fall in with my plan of apprising Sir William of the nature of this letter, he will undoubtedly enquire as to the maid's meaning,” I observed.

Isobel reached for my hand, her face stricken. ”Jane, Jane-you must protect me! It is too much. The pain of Frederick's death-this horrible letter-and now, to expose Fitzroy so dreadfully-I cannot bear it!”

”If I am to help you, my dear,” I said, kneeling at her feet, ”I must know where I am. You must tell me what you can, Isobel, for everything may be of the greatest importance.”

”You fear for me, Jane?”

”I fear for us all.”

1. For twentieth-century readers, some explanation may prove useful. Apoplexy was the common nineteenth-century term for stroke, while dyspepsia signified indigestion.-Editor's note.2. At the death of Frederick, Earl of Scargrave, Fitzroy Payne became the eighth Earl in his stead. As such, Austen now addresses him as Lord Scargrave, rather than Lord Payne, as he was when merely a viscount.-Editor's note.3. It was customary for ladies to adopt dark mourning clothes for varying periods of time at the death of family members-at least a year upon the death of a husband or child, and as little as six weeks for more distant relations.-Editor's note.4. Le Beau Monde Le Beau Monde was simply one of the fas.h.i.+onable journals avidly read by members of select Georgian society; its fas.h.i.+on plates presented the latest in ladies' and gentlemen's clothing.- was simply one of the fas.h.i.+onable journals avidly read by members of select Georgian society; its fas.h.i.+on plates presented the latest in ladies' and gentlemen's clothing.-Editor's note.5. Mantua-maker is a Georgian term for dressmaker, after the mantua, a type of gown worn in the eighteenth century. It gradually fell out of use, to be replaced by the French modiste modiste, and eventually by dressmaker.-Editor's note.6. The Countess's use of the term magistrate magistrate may confuse some readers, who are aware that magistrates were generally salaried individuals appointed to keep order in large cities. The correct term for Sir William Reynolds's office is may confuse some readers, who are aware that magistrates were generally salaried individuals appointed to keep order in large cities. The correct term for Sir William Reynolds's office is justice of the peace justice of the peace-an unsalaried position usually accorded a member of the country gentry. In rural areas, however, the two t.i.tles were often used interchangeably, since the unpaid justice of the peace performed the essential duties of a magistrate. -Editor's note.7. The Lord Lieutenant of the County was an office usually accorded a high-ranking peer; his chief duties were to commission the various local justices of the peace, or magistrates, and to call out the militia in time of invasion.-Editor's note.

Chapter 4 - The Widow's Lament.

14 December 1802, cont.

”YOU WILL HAVE OBSERVED HIS REGARD FOR ME.”

Isobel had abandoned her chaise and was standing before the grate, her hand on the mantel and her lovely eyes fixed upon my face. In the fine dressing gown of Valenciennes lace, her dark red hair burnished by the light of the fire, she was magnificent. How could Fitzroy Payne help but adore her?

”There is a measure of warmth in Fitzroy Payne's manner beyond what a man might accord his aunt by marriage,” I replied carefully.

”Even an aunt four years his junior?” Her laugh was bitter. ”Can ever a family have been so discordantly arranged!”

”You understood the Earl's age when you married him, Isobel. A man twenty-six years your senior must be allowed to have acquired a nephew or two along the way.”

”But such a nephew as Fitzroy? The paragon of men?” She began to turn back and forth before the fire, her arms wrapped protectively across her breast, her aspect tortured. ”The man I might have encountered sooner, Jane-and having met, married as I should have married, for love and not simply the security of means?”

”I had not known you accepted the Earl from mercenary motives, Isobel.” I confess I was shocked; but our conversation regarding the married state, in the little alcove the night of the ball, returned forcibly to my mind.

”But then you cannot have understood the state of my father's affairs at his death,” the Countess said, wheeling to face me. ”You will recall that he pa.s.sed from this life but a year before my arrival in England. In truth, his fortunes were sadly reduced. The plantations at Cross-winds-my childhood home-have suffered numerous reverses, due in part to the poor price of coffee, in part to disease among the bushes, and not least owing to unrest among the slaves who work the estate. Lord Harold Trowbridge's shadow has been thrust upon this house because our holdings are at their final extremity.”

”You have recent intelligence of the plantation's affairs?”