“Enough to fill a small yard. I’m not exactly sure; I’ll see that you get the dimensions.”
Fitz strolled away, smiling, his spirits much improved. He rather thought he’d found something other than jewelry to warm the lady’s heart.
Chapter 30
FITZ BUSIED HIMSELF writing two notes on his return to his apartments. The first he addressed to Sofia. He explained he needed her help, described briefly what he had in mind, and enclosed several large bills as a token of his appreciation. Next, he wrote to his architect a rather lengthier message, detailing some changes he required in the development plans for Monckton Row. He sealed both letters, set them on his desk for morning delivery, promptly went to bed, and slept like the proverbial baby.
He woke up at nine thoroughly refreshed, arranged for his messages to be delivered, quickly bathed and dressed, and arrived in the breakfast room well before his mother. In fact, he’d read most of the
Fitz looked up and smiled. “Good morning, Mother. I need some advice on roses.”
“Certainly, dear. What would you like to know?” He wasn’t drinking, he looked rested, he was dressed, and from the remains of food before him, he’d actually
“Have you ever had an epiphany? ”
“Don’t say you’ve turned religious,” his mother responded, wondering if his present repudiation of drink had to do with some strange religious experience.
“No, Mother. Nothing so radical. An idea came to me last night completely without warning. A very good idea, I believe.” He smiled. “Something for Rosalind other than jewels you’ll be happy to know.”
Julia’s smile was sunshine bright. “I am indeed, although I knew you’d think of something, darling. She’s a most delightful young woman. Unlike so many others you’ve amused yourself with,” she added, sitting down at the table and nodding to have her coffee cup filled by a servant who stood by. “Not that a young man shouldn’t take his pleasures, but I must admit, I’d hoped your heart wasn’t involved with all the frivolous ladies of your acquaintance.”
“Are you disparaging your own kind?” Fitz drolly inquired.
“I beg your pardon? I do believe I take an interest in things other than fashion and gossip. My racing stud is as good as yours, and if I didn’t help support our local politicians, you would have to pay for all those elections on your own. Not to mention, my charities are well funded and well run.”
“I was only teasing, Mother. You’re not frivolous in the least.”
“I should hope not. I forgot to mention my support of the suffrage movement. A cause by the way that Mrs. St. Vincent is actively involved in I understand.”
Fitz looked up from his kippers. “Who told you that? ”
“I forget,” Julia airily replied, dropping two sugar lumps into her cup. “Now what’s this about roses?” she queried, not wishing to continue a conversation about her monitoring Fitz’s activities.
Understanding he was more or less defenseless against his mother’s meddling, he decided he might as well put it to good use. “Recently, Rosalind saw a lovely rose garden and was lamenting about the state of her roses, which are a disaster even to my unpracticed eye. Things look rather brown and wilted-no doubt the hot weather is somewhat to blame. But, regardless,” Fitz went on, leaning back in his chair, “I thought I’d surprise her with a rose garden-something green and lush and blooming. Bring her faded garden to life as it were and in the process, hopefully put myself back into her good graces.”
“How clever you are.”
His lashes lowered faintly. “We’ll see. She may not like it.”
“Of course she will. What woman doesn’t like roses? Not one,” Julia briskly said, answering her own question. “Now is this a surprise? It must be of course.” She smiled. “Women love affectionate surprises as you no doubt know.”
“I’ve noticed,” Fitz murmured, smiling back. “I’ve already asked her friend, Miss Eastleigh, to lure her away from her apartment this evening in order to give us time to plant the garden.”
“Capital! This will be such fun, darling. I’ll ring up the gardener immediately and begin making plans.”
“Stanley is doing some research on roses as well, so stop and see him on your way out. I’ll see to the setting up of lights for the workmen. We won’t have much time. Three hours at the most.”
“Matheson will arrange for the men. And, darling, you can’t imagine how many new roses have come on the market lately. Every woman I know has added scads of roses to her garden. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but your rose garden is rather nice out back.”
“I have,” he politely lied. “Thank you, your taste is excellent.”
“A word of warning, darling; some women have what they call friendship gardens-you know, plants that are mementos of family and friends. So make sure nothing is pulled up that might have that look.”
His brow furrowed. “That look? How do you recognize it? ”
“Oh, dear, if I didn’t have a diplomatic dinner to attend with Kemal tonight, I’d come and oversee the project. Never fear,” she crisply added, “I shall warn Matheson. He’s very good, you know.” An understatement for the man who managed all the lavish gardens on Fitz’s estates. “Don’t worry about a thing, darling. You will have your garden.”
HIS MOTHER’S ASSURANCE wasn’t sufficient to persuade Fitz that his gesture would produce the requisite results. Nor could he fault Rosalind for being angry with him. He had played a rather major role in her imprisonment; that it had all been a misguided blunder did not excuse him.
He was gratified to receive a reply from Sofia shortly after noon, promising to carry out his wishes. He went out to talk to Matheson after that, only to find that the head gardener and his mother were out shopping for roses. But in answer to his questions, another of the gardeners took him around the garden and pointed out a great variety of roses in every imaginable color. And none were in the least wilted, Fitz was pleased to see. Which meant he could indeed deliver on the little patch of Paradise he’d been picturing in his mind. Not that a few little trifles of jewelry might not be advisable. An added token of his affection just in case.
Which thought brought him to a standstill on the steps of the terrace, the essential question: exactly how much affection was involved in this effort of his? That decisive calculation was not yet completely resolved in his mind. He knew he wanted Rosalind more than he’d ever wanted anything, but for how long? he asked himself, not unaware of his past record with women. He must decide before he saw her again. This time, with this woman, he daren’t make a mistake he’d live to regret.
Softly swearing, he continued his ascent and entered the house through the library. A few minutes later, he left word of his destination for his mother, and after a quick detour to Grey’s, he rode out to Mertenside for the afternoon.
He needed peace and quiet.
He needed to think.
Chapter 31
ARE YOU MAD? Why would I go to a Thompson lecture? ”
“Because Dr. Maud Warren is giving the rebuttal,” Sofia said, leaning against Rosalind’s counter and smiling at her. “Maud’s new research disputes all of old Thompson’s outdated theories about women’s inferiority. It should be exciting; the hall will be packed with women.”
“I’m not sure I need that kind of excitement; the police will be there in force.” The police presence at events such as this was meant to intimidate.
