“Why would you want to dress yourself?” Deirdre asked.
“You made your own clothes?” Mina exclaimed. “Are there no dressmakers in the Colonies?”
“I’m sure there are. I just enjoy sewing. Don’t you?”
“Well, we embroider handkerchiefs and the like. And we help Aunt Patience with the mending, and she sews Teddy’s linens.”
“We make shirts and baby clothes for charity. Every gentlewoman does needlework. Idle hands and all that.” Mina tipped her head to the side. “Where do you get patterns?”
“I look in fashion magazines for ideas and then make my own.”
Mina jumped up and headed for Eleanor’s room. “I want to see the rest of your wardrobe.”
Deirdre and Eleanor followed. They spent the next hour happily trying on one another’s clothes, matching accessories, and sharing fashion tips.
“Are you wearing this to the ball? I have a lovely string of amber beads that would go perfectly with this gold-washed silk,” Mina said.
Eleanor touched her talisman. “I designed the dress specifically to wear with my favorite necklace. The trim echoes the filigree on the sides of the cross.”
The sisters admired the amber cross. “I think I’ve seen something similar,” Deirdre said, frowning. “But I can’t remember where.”
Mina looked closely at the embroidered hem. “Look at this. Have you ever seen stitches so even?” She held out the dress to show her sister.
“Ah …” Eleanor didn’t know when the first sewing machine had been invented, but she was sure the kind with cams to embroider designs was very modern. “I had help. Singer did most of the actual work.” Time to divert their attention. She grabbed the leather case that held her Regency jewelry, flipped it open, and pulled out a necklace. “These dark blue glass beads would complement the dress you’re wearing,” she said to Deirdre.
“You’re right. I hadn’t thought to wear dark blue with this pale yellow muslin. You have a good eye for color.”
Mina arched her neck to see what else was in the box. Hiding a grin, Eleanor set it out on the table and invited the girls to look at her jewelry. She admitted that most of the stones were worthless imitations.
“All our jewels are paste, too,” Mina said as she held up a peacock-shaped brooch.
“Mina!” Deirdre said in a low warning tone.
“Well, they are.”
“Teddy told us never to discuss our jewels.”
“She’s family.” Mina turned to face Eleanor. “Come. I’ll show you mine, even if Deirdre wants to be secretive with hers.” As she led the way into the other bedroom, she continued, “Teddy had replicas made of all the jewelry we inherited from mother so we wouldn’t have to worry about having it stolen. He keeps the real jewels locked up somewhere safe.”
Mina used a small key to unlock the wide top drawer of a massive dresser. Inside was an amazing collection of nearly every gem and type of jewelry imaginable, so many pieces that the velvet lining was hardly visible. “Of course, most of these we won’t wear until we go to London and are presented at court. Can you see me decked out in these to play croquet?” She held up a fabulous necklace of diamonds linked together by star sapphires. The pendent on the end was as large as a quarter. A matching bracelet, ring, and tiara completed the set.
“This parure is my favorite,” Mina said, displaying a comparable set made with large square-cut emeralds. “Family legend says Queen Elizabeth gave them to our ancestor, the first Lord Digby, for unspecified services.” Mina wiggled her eyebrows and giggled.
“I hope all this is insured,” Eleanor said.
Mina shrugged. “Teddy handles those matters.”
“You really should take an interest in your business affairs.”
“I don’t understand why. We don’t know anything about investments. Teddy does a fine job managing our funds, and when we marry our husbands will control everything.”
“You could have control of your own money built into the marriage contract. Then, if a husband turned to drink and gambling, he wouldn’t leave you destitute.”
“Oh, poor Eleanor. Is that what happened to you? Is that why you’re so poor that you have to make your own clothes?”
“Absolutely not. I … I’m not poor. I just think a woman should have control of her own destiny, that’s all.”
Mina and Deirdre looked at each other. “Bluestocking,” they said together.
“If that’s what you call an independent woman, I’ll wear the sobriquet proudly.”
“Well, don’t embroider it on your bodice,” Deirdre said. “It won’t secure you any dances at the ball.”
“We shall keep your secret,” Mina promised.
“Dancing partners are the least of my worries.” Eleanor would have to turn down any offers because she didn’t know the steps. She still had to make it to that point and keep Shermont away from the sisters.
“Well, our Teddy is sure to ask you to dance,” Deirdre said with a satisfied smile.
“He was very attentive to you while playing croquet,” Mina said.
Perhaps too attentive. “Please do nothing to promote an alliance with your brother. I don’t …” Would they even believe she didn’t find him attractive? “I’m not ready for a new relationship yet.”
“You’re out of mourning.”
“It’s not as simple as that. Please understand, and bear with me.”
“Perhaps we should give you a few weeks to adjust to being here,” Mina suggested.
“I think that might be sufficient,” Eleanor said with a sigh of relief. Now if she could only convince Teddy of the same. That burden added to her task of watching the sisters, as well as dealing with her unexpected attraction to Shermont, made the coming evening loom ahead like a dentist appointment for a root canal.
A knock sounded on the outer door. “Girls?” Aunt Patience trilled from the sitting room. “Where are you?”
Mina grabbed the tiara from her head, swept all the jewelry into the top drawer, then closed and locked it before Patience entered, making Eleanor wonder about the relationship between the girl and her aunt.
“There you are, my dears.” The older woman plopped into the chair by the window and fanned herself. “I know you are the official hostess this evening, Deirdre, but I truly had to act quickly when I heard the terrible news.”
“What’s wrong?” Deirdre asked.
“What isn’t? First, Mrs. Matthews arrives a day earlier than expected with both daughters instead of just the eldest. That makes nine females for dinner. Now, one of Teddy’s military friends can’t come until tomorrow—some silly excuse about being on duty. I mean, what could he possibly be guarding against in the middle of the English countryside? Marauding cows? Pillaging pigs? Thank goodness Miss Austen sent word she and Miss Jane are not coming today.”
“I did not get that note,” Deirdre said through tight lips.
“You were not here yesterday,” Patience explained. “As acting hostess I felt it necessary to open the note to be informed. For Lord Digby’s sake.”
“But they are coming?” Eleanor could not help asking.
“Yes, yes,” Aunt Patience said. “They will arrive late tomorrow afternoon with their brother, Mr. Edward Knight. And I’ve already sent a note to the vicar saying we need him and the rector to fill out the table tonight.”
Deirdre stiffened. “You seem to have coped with everything … in my absence. Need I remind you I am now here?”
“Then you can handle the latest problem. Lord Shermont has asked for a tray in his room.”
“I hope he’s not ill,” Deirdre said.
“We should offer to nurse him,” Mina suggested hopefully.
Aunt Patience shot her a quelling look. “Not necessary. His valet mentioned a headache as the reason. Rude man. He has absolutely no consideration for the inconvenience he’s causing me … I mean you, Deirdre.”
“I’m sure the valet did not mean to be inconsiderate.”
“Not him. Shermont.”
