Born to Scandal

‘This is an adventure,’ she said out loud. ‘An adventure.’

Such an adventure would test her mettle, certainly. She’d often acted braver than she felt, because that was what was expected of her as Charlotte’s companion. She must do so again here. At Charlotte’s side she’d tackled each new lesson, mastered each new skill. This should be no different. Except this time she had no instructor guiding her, no friend looking up to her. This time she was alone.

The sun dipped low in the sky when the carriage approached an arched gate of red brick. Atop the gate was a huge clock upon which were written the words Audaces Fortuna Juvat.

‘Fortune favours the bold,’ she murmured.

She laughed. Fortune certainly put her in a position to be bold.

She girded herself as the carriage passed through the gate and a huge Tudor manor house came into view. Also made of red brick, it rose three storeys and had a multitude of chimneys and windows reflecting the setting sun. Two large wings flanked a centre court with a circular drive that led to a huge wooden door where the carriage stopped.

The coachman opened the window beneath his seat. ‘Brentmore Hall, miss.’

Her nerves fluttered anew. ‘Thank you, sir.’

She gathered up her reticule and the basket she’d carried with her. A footman appeared at the carriage door to help her out. As she stepped on to the gravel, the huge wooden door opened and a man and woman emerged.

The man, dressed as a gentleman and of about forty years of age, strode towards her. ‘Miss Hill?’ He extended his hand. ‘Welcome to Brentmore Hall. I am Mr Parker, Lord Brentmore’s man of business.’

She shook his hand and summoned the training in comportment she’d received at Charlotte’s side. ‘A pleasure to meet you, sir.’

A gust of wind blew her skirts. She held her hat on her head.

Mr Parker turned to the woman, who was more simply dressed. ‘Allow me to present Mrs Tippen, the housekeeper here.’

The woman perfectly looked the part of housekeeper with grey hair peeking out from a pristinely white cap and quick assessing eyes.

Anna extended her hand. ‘A pleasure, Mrs Tippen. How kind of you to greet me.’

The woman’s face was devoid of expression. She hesitated before shaking Anna’s hand. ‘You are young.’

She stiffened at the housekeeper’s clear disapproval, but summoned a smile. ‘I assure you, Mrs Tippen. I am old enough.’

The housekeeper frowned.

Mr Parker stepped forwards. ‘The previous governess was of a more advanced age.’ He gestured towards the door. ‘Shall we go inside? The footmen will see to your trunk and boxes.’

The trunk and boxes contained all her worldly belongings, sent from Lawton to London so that she could carry them with her.

Anna entered a large hall with grey marble floors and wainscoted walls. A line of flags hung high above her head. A larger-than-life portrait of a man with long, curly, blond locks, dressed in gold brocade, filled one wall and one of a woman in a voluminous silk dress faced it on the other wall. The hall smelled of beeswax from the burning branches of candles and the polish of the wood.

Intended to be majestic, Anna supposed, the hall seemed oppressive. Too dark. Too ancient.

So unlike Lawton House, full of light and colour.

Another man crossed the floor and Mr Parker spoke. ‘Ah, here is Mr Tippen, Lord Brentmore’s butler.’

This butler was as stern-faced as the housekeeper. His wife?

‘Mr Tippen,’ Mr Parker went on, ‘this is Miss Hill, the new governess.’

The butler nodded. ‘We have been expecting you.’

Mrs Tippen spoke, her face still devoid of expression. ‘You’ll be weary. Come with me to your room and then dinner.’

‘What about meeting the children?’ Her whole reason to be here.

‘Asleep. Or nearly so,’ Mrs Tippen said.

‘Did they not expect to see me?’ She would hate to fail them on her first day.

‘We did not tell them,’ Mr Parker said.

‘You did not tell them I was coming today?’ Should the children not have a warning that their new governess was arriving?

‘We thought it best not to tell them anything at all.’ Mr Parker inclined his head in an ingratiating manner. ‘Go ahead and refresh yourself. I will see you for dinner.’

Anna had no choice but to follow Mrs Tippen up the winding mahogany staircase.

Was she to be another surprise to the children, then? Had they not received too many surprises already, with the death of their mother a year ago and now the death of their governess?

She followed the housekeeper up two flights of stairs. ‘Your room is this way.’ She turned down one of the wings, stopping at a door and stepping aside for Anna to enter.

The room was panelled in the same dark wood as the entrance hall and stairway. It was furnished with a four-poster bed, a chest of drawers, chairs and a small table by the window, and a dressing table. Compared to Charlotte’s bedchamber, it was modest, but would be comfortable if it were not so dark. Even the fire in the fireplace and an oil lamp burning did not banish an aura of gloom.

Had this been the previous governess’s room? Anna wondered. Had the woman died here?

She decided she’d rather not know. ‘This is a nice room.’

Mrs Tippen seemed unmoved by her compliment. ‘There is fresh water in the pitcher and towels for you. Your trunk will be brought up forthwith.’

‘Where are the children’s rooms?’ Anna asked.

‘Down the hallway,’ a young woman answered as she entered the room. ‘This whole wing is the children’s wing.’

The housekeeper walked out without bothering to introduce Anna to this new person. The newcomer was a servant, obviously, from the white apron she wore and the cap covering her red hair. She appeared to be only a few years older than Anna and had the sturdy good looks of so many of the country women of Lawton.

Anna felt a wave of homesickness.

The servant strode towards her with a smile on her face. ‘I’m Eppy, the children’s nurse. Well, I’m really a maid, but since I take care of the children, I call myself a nurse.’

‘I am pleased to meet you.’ Anna extended her hand. ‘I am Anna Hill.’

‘I’m sure I’m more pleased than you are.’ The nurse laughed. ‘I am also to act as your maid, so what can I do to assist you?’ She turned towards a sound in the hallway. ‘Oh, that will be your trunk now. You must be eager to change out of your travel clothes.’

Two footmen carried in her belongings, nodded to her and left.

Anna removed the key of her trunk from her reticule. ‘I must change. I am expected for dinner.’