Chapter 35
At ten minutes to five in the morning, Virginia sensed the subtle but distinct change in Owen's energy that told her he had surfaced completely from the depths. His breathing was relaxed, and his pulse was calm and steady. He was still asleep, but now his sleep felt entirely normal.
She released his hand.
'Virginia,' he muttered. He did not open his eyes.
'I'm here,' she said gently. 'All is well. Go back to sleep.'
He stirred, turned on his side and did as she instructed.
After a while she let herself out of the room and walked down the hall. She knew that Charlotte was asleep in the bedroom at the far end. She thought she heard Mrs. Crofton in the kitchen.
When she reached the foot of the stairs Matt spoke softly out of the shadows.
'Is Uncle Owen all right, Miss Dean?'
'He's quite well but still asleep. Where are Tony and Nick?'
'Tony's watching the back of the house. Uncle Nick is asleep in the parlor. Mrs. Crofton is in the kitchen. She came down a few minutes ago. Said she wanted to get an early start on breakfast because there were so many of us to feed.'
Virginia winced. 'It is very decent of her to make breakfast for all of us before she gives notice.'
'She didn't say anything about handing in her notice. Are you still certain that Uncle Owen will awaken with all of his senses?'
'Quite certain.'
'That is very good news, indeed,' Matt said. 'We weren't looking forward to dealing with him if that turned out not to be the case.'
Matt's obvious relief made her pause. 'I understand your concern about the possible loss of his talent. It would be deeply disturbing for any strong sensitive to wake up and discover that his para-senses were blind. But what do you mean when you say that you weren't looking forward to dealing with him?'
Nick spoke from the shadowed door of the parlor. 'You've said enough, Matt.'
'Yes, sir,' Matt said quickly. 'Sorry. I keep forgetting that Miss Dean isn't family yet.'
And that was all she was going to get out of him for now, Virginia realized. She turned toward Nick. 'Good morning, sir.'
'Good morning,' Nick said. He rubbed his jaw, testing his morning beard. 'All is well upstairs, I take it?'
'Yes,' she said.
'Thank you,' Nick said. He lowered his hand and looked at her with an intent expression. 'The Sweetwaters owe you. We always pay our debts.'
'This is ridiculous,' she said, losing patience. 'No one owes me a thing. For the last time, Mr. Sweetwater would have recovered on his own.'
'Perhaps,' Nick said. 'Perhaps not.'
'I give up,' she said. 'I'll see you both at breakfast.'
'Yes, ma'am,' Matt said meekly.
'Right, then,' Nick said. 'Breakfast. Sounds like an excellent notion.'
Virginia went down the hall to the kitchen, mentally bracing herself for the next challenge of what was shaping up to be a difficult morning. The smell of hot coffee greeted her. She swept into the room, electing to go for a straightforward approach. There was no longer any point in pretending that hers would ever be a respectable household.
'Good morning, Mrs. Crofton,' she said.
'Good morning, ma'am.' Mrs. Crofton took a large frying pan down off a wall hook and set it on the stove. 'Young Matt and Tony have been awake all night and are no doubt famished. I have a hunch the rest of your guests will wake up soon. What with one thing and another, I decided it would be best to plan an early breakfast. Would you like a cup of coffee?'
'I think I've had enough for a while,' Virginia said. 'I drank so much during the night that I doubt that I will sleep for a week.'
'Some peppermint tea, then?'
'That sounds very good, thank you.'
Mrs. Crofton disappeared into the pantry. 'Mr. Sweetwater has recovered, I take it?'
'Yes, but he's still asleep. I expect he'll be down for breakfast.'
'Very good.' Mrs. Crofton reappeared with a small canister in one hand. She opened the container and ladled the herbal tea into a pot.
Virginia sat down on one of the long benches at the large wooden table. 'Mrs. Crofton, I realize that the goings-on in this household, especially of late, are not at all what you are accustomed to.'
'No, ma'am.' Mrs. Crofton picked up the steaming kettle and filled the teapot. 'This household is most unusual in a number of ways. Certainly not like any I've worked in previously.'
'I know that you have been obliged to tolerate certain activities that you find unseemly and no doubt offensive to your high standards.'
'I admit that I was somewhat unsettled by the notion of working for a psychical practitioner at first.' Mrs. Crofton set the kettle aside and carried the pot to the table. 'I was very sure that you were a fraud. But I soon changed my mind.'
'You did?'
'Yes, ma'am.' Mrs. Crofton put the teapot on the table and plucked a mug from a rack. She put the mug in front of Virginia. 'I know now that you do, indeed, have a true talent. I also know that while some might call it a gift, it is also a burden. I've seen how the bad readings affect your nerves. I know that you suffer from poor sleep and nightmares after you've read the mirrors and seen things that no decent person should see.'
'Yes, well, as I said, this is not a normal sort of household. I do understand that in the past few days it has become even more bizarre. Last night was no doubt too much for you. Under the circumstances, I cannot blame you if you wish to give notice. Never fear, I will provide you with a good character reference.'
Mrs. Crofton drew herself up proudly. 'Are you dismissing me, ma'am?'
'What? Good Lord, no. I just assumed that in view of the odd activities around here of late, you would want to seek a position in a more respectable household.'
'I went into service in a respectable household as a maid of all work at the age of twelve, Miss Dean. In that first post I was obliged to fight off the drunken attentions of the eldest son of the household. The lady of the house discovered us just as the young man was about to rape me. She blamed me and turned me off without a character.'
Virginia frowned. 'That was so unfair.'
'It happens all the time. But I was fortunate. I landed on my feet in another respectable household. The husband took no interest in me. He seduced the poor governess instead. Got her pregnant. Needless to say she was let go. We heard later that she drowned herself in the river.'
Virginia sighed. 'She was certainly not the first young woman to take that path when she found herself in desperate circumstances.'
'No, she was not. Since that post, I have worked in a number of otherrespectable households. In all but two of them, the husbands kept mistresses on the side. The sons frequented brothels and gaming halls. The women of the house were obsessed with jewelry, fine clothes, parties and their lovers.'
'I see.'
'The last post I held before I came here was with an elderly widow. I thought it was the perfect position. But toward the end she neglected to pay her staff. She was somewhat senile. Her family ignored her. I was the one who sat by her bedside when she died. She did not make provision for any of the servants in her will, and the family turned off all of us without a penny or a character. As a result, by the time I arrived on your doorstep, I was
