'It was always my wish,' she said. 'My family was never wealthy, though I was fortunate enough to be educated. I always wanted to teach.'
'There is a position for you if you wish for it,' Freyja said, 'at a girls' school in Bath. It is a quite respectable establishment and pays a salary that will support both you and your son in some comfort. You will be allowed to take him with you, by the way. My solicitor reported to me a week or so ago that there is need of another teacher- of geography, I believe.'
Anne Jewell stared at her.
'I have some influence at the school,' Freyja explained.
Anne Jewell licked her lips. 'I would like it of all things,' she said, her voice barely above a whisper. 'Do they know that David was born out of wedlock?'
'Yes,' Freyja said. 'It will not be held against you provided you give good service as a teacher.'
'I will.' She set one hand flat against her throat and closed her eyes tightly. 'Oh, dear God, I will. At a school! In Bath! How will I ever be able to thank you, Lady Freyja?'
'In just this way,' Freyja said firmly. 'It is the solicitor, Mr. Hatchard, who has found this position for you and checked your references. You know of no one else, only him. He is the one who answered your letter of inquiry and then wrote to offer you the position. My name is never to be mentioned to anyone, do you understand me? Especially not within the walls of Miss Martin's school. And least of all to Miss Martin herself.'
Miss Jewell was regarding her with wide eyes.
'Of course,' she said. 'Yes, of course.'
'Mr. Hatchard will write to you within the next week or two, then, with a formal offer and details and coach tickets for you and your son,' Freyja said. 'Good day to you, Miss Jewell.'
It was at that moment that the half-closed house door opened and the child stepped out-with Joshua right behind him.
'I am ready, Mama,' the child cried excitedly. 'Look! Clean hands.' He displayed them for her inspection, first the palms and then the backs.
Freyja was wishing fervently that she possessed the ability to make herself invisible. Dash it all, had Josh heard anything? But he looked at her in cheerful surprise.
'Ah, Freyja,' he said, 'are you here too? I came to fetch David. I thought to arrange an excursion for the children today.'
'I came to bid Miss Jewell farewell,' Freyja explained, 'since I will be going back to Lindsey Hall soon. To start planning the wedding.' Ignominiously she felt herself blush-and then glared at him with flared nostrils when he half depressed one eyelid.
Memories of the night before rushed upon her.
They walked back to the house together, David riding proudly and happily upon the horse as Joshua led it.
'If I had known you were going to see Anne,' Joshua said, 'I would have waited for you, Free. We could have ridden together.'
'Yes, well,' she said carelessly, 'it was just one of a dozen such errands I must run before I leave.'
'Sweetheart,' he said softly, 'you are a fraud.'
She turned her head sharply to look into his laughing eyes.
'But you need not fear,' he said. 'Your secret is safe with me.'
'Secret?' She frowned.
'What connection is Miss Martin to you?' he asked.
'Josh,' she said coldly, 'I could kill you for being at that house this morning. I suppose you had your ear pressed to the keyhole.'
'No need, sweetheart,' he said. 'You are the one who refused to step inside and forced Anne to stand out there with the door half open. If you had come inside, you would have seen me. I was making no attempt to hide.'
'She was my governess,' she said crossly. 'I mistreated her, she was dismissed for being unable to control me, and then she had the effrontery to refuse to allow Wulf to find her other employment. The silly woman opened a school in Bath and was like to starve when I heard about it. What was I to do?' She glared at him.
He grinned at her and winked. The little boy laughed as the horse snorted and tossed its head.
'I suppose,' he said, 'you have been the patron of the school ever since. The anonymous patron.'
'Miss Martin hates me,' she said. 'If she knew, she would refuse all help and starve and I would have to live with my guilt. It would be grossly unfair.'
He chuckled again, infuriating her. David was calling out to some villagers and waving importantly to them.
'And I suppose every now and then,' he continued, 'you see someone who could be helped by that school-a prospective teacher, for example, or a deserving pupil who cannot afford the school fees-and give in to a terrible urge-a shameful urge-to be kind and charitable.'
'Josh,' she said severely, 'if you do not wipe that laughter from your face before I count to three, I shall wipe it off for you. One.'
'You are nothing but a softie,' he said, grinning.
'Two.'
