caused by indigestion. Then I overheard the men talking in the dining-room about you going to the Promenade. I tore up the letter. I may as well tell you the truth. When you bent to kiss me, one of the steels in my corset had worked loose and jabbed into me.”
Harry’s harsh face broke into a smile. “Oh, my Rose, you are indeed an original.”
He stood up and went over to her, took her hands in his and kissed them, one after the other. Then he raised her up and folded her in his arms.
Brum’s voice came from the doorway. “My lord wishes to know if you would like some refreshment.”
Harry released Rose. “Nothing, thank you.” He whispered to Rose, “Later.” Then he took his leave.
Rose felt like singing. It was all going to be all right after all.
The Shufflebottom family was in Scarborough that summer on their annual holiday. They sat in chairs on the beach and watched the children.
“I was thinking,” said Sally, “Rose should have been around to see Frankie take his first steps.”
“They’ve gone back to their grand life and Rose has nothing to fear any more. Why should she bother with the likes of us?”
Sally looked down the beach. “That do look like Rose and Daisy walking along.”
“Can’t be!”
Sally stood up and screwed up her eyes against the sun. “It is,” she cried. “It’s them!”
Rose ran forward and hugged Sally. “I thought you’d forgotten us,” said Sally as Bert stood up and the children gathered around.”
“We couldn’t do that,” said Rose. “My parents are visiting friends in Yorkshire and they agreed to let us travel to Scarborough for the day.”
“Is the captain with you?” asked Bert.
“No, he had to go abroad on business.”
“And took Becket with him,” said Daisy.
They spent a happy afternoon with the family and then climbed back into the earl’s coach.
“I wish they would come back,” said Daisy.
Rose nodded, thinking of how much she had looked forward to seeing Harry again, only to receive a visit from Brigadier Bill Handy to inform her that Harry had been sent abroad on government business.
“I don’t think Becket and I will ever get married,” mourned Daisy.
If anything happens to Harry, thought Rose, I will definitely never marry. He makes every other man seem dull.
The carriage climbed up out of Scarborough onto the bleakness of the moors. The day grew darker.
Rose shivered. She had a superstitious feeling that there was trouble ahead.
