without teeth. How would you ever eat an apple?”
She giggled at what he said. “No, I won’t find them. A fairy took them and left me candy instead. I’m going to get new ones soon. I can already feel them… see?” She turned her head at a funny angle, half upside down, and showed him the little white edges peeking through her gums.
“Oh, I’m so glad,” he said with a broad grin as Annabelle walked into the room, and saw her daughter conversing happily with the doctor.
“Have you two met?” she asked, looking a little nervous.
“Not officially,” he confessed, and then bowed elegantly to Consuelo. “Antoine de St. Gris,” he said formally. “I am honored to meet you, particularly now that I know you’re going to get new teeth.” She giggled again. Annabelle introduced her daughter, who curtsied properly to Antoine. “Ready?” he asked Annabelle, and she nodded. She kissed Consuelo, told her to go upstairs and get ready for bed, since she had had dinner before her bath. Consuelo scampered up the stairs with a wave at their guest, as Annabelle followed him out of the house. “I’m sorry,” he said seriously, as he led her to the beautiful blue Ballot Open Tourer he had left outside. It was a very elegant car and suited him to perfection. Everything about him was stylish, smooth, and assured. “I shouldn’t be taking you out at all. I’m spoken for. I’ve just fallen madly in love with your daughter. She must be the most adorable child I’ve ever seen.” Annabelle smiled at what he’d said.
“You have a nice way with children.”
“I was one, a long time ago. My mother insists I still am and never grew up.” Annabelle could see why she would say that, but his boyishness was part of his charm. She wondered how old he was, and guessed him to be around thirty-five, which would make him four years older than she was. They were very close in age, but Annabelle had a far more serious, reserved demeanor. He was a little bit of a handsome, charming clown. She liked how lighthearted he was, and he had a nice sense of humor. The patients in her waiting room had loved it too. So did his.
They chatted easily as he drove her to Maxim’s. She had never been there, and knew that it was one of the best restaurants in Paris, and a very fashionable place. It had been there forever.
When they arrived, it was obvious that he was well known to them. The headwaiter acknowledged him, and he was well acquainted with people at several tables and introduced Annabelle to them proudly. He introduced her as Dr. Worthington, which always made her feel important. She had worked hard for her title.
He suggested what she might like to eat, and ordered dinner for them, with a bottle of champagne. She very rarely drank, but the champagne made the evening feel like a celebration. She hadn’t been out with a man for an evening like this since Josiah, ten years before. Her life had been entirely different here in France, at the front, in medical school, and now as Consuelo’s mother, and suddenly here she was at Maxim’s with Antoine. It was entirely unexpected and a treat.
“How long have you been widowed?” he asked her gently over dinner.
“Since before Consuelo was born,” she said simply.
“That’s a long time to be alone, assuming you have been,” he asked, prying a little. He was curious about her. She was an unusual woman-beautiful, distinguished, clearly well born, and a doctor. He had never met anyone quite like her, and was very attracted to her.
“I have been,” she confirmed, and in fact, she had been alone for a lot longer. Nine years, since Josiah had left her, but she couldn’t tell him that.
“You couldn’t have been married for long,” he said, looking thoughtful.
“Only a few months. He was killed at the front, right after we were married. We met where I was working at Villers-Cotterets, at the hospital Elsie Inglis set up, with female medical units.”
“Were you already a physician then?” He looked confused, as that would have made her older than she looked. She appeared very young to him.
“No.” She smiled. “Just a medic. I left medical school to work there. I worked at L’Abbaye de Royaumont before that, in Asnieres. I went back to medical school after Consuelo was born.”
“You’re a very enterprising woman, and very brave,” he said, sounding impressed, as they ate dinner, which was delicious. He had ordered lobster, and she was having a delicate veal dish. “What made you want to become a doctor?” He wanted to know everything about her.
“Same thing as you probably. I’ve loved science and medicine since I was a child. I just never thought I’d get the chance to do it. What about you?”
“My father and both my brothers are physicians. And my mother should have been. She tells us all what we do wrong. And I hate to admit it, but sometimes she’s right.” He laughed. “She’s been helping my father in his office for years. But why are you practicing here and not in the States?” He still couldn’t get over the fact that she wasn’t French, she spoke the language like a native. He would never have suspected she was American.
“I don’t know. It didn’t happen there. I came here to volunteer for the war effort. And then I just fell into a series of circumstances. One of the surgeons in Asnieres helped me get into medical school in Nice. And I could never have done it while my parents were alive. My mother was never happy about my fascination with medicine. She thought I’d wind up catching a disease. I worked with immigrants in New York.”
“Well, lucky for me that you came over here. Do you think you’ll go back to the States one day?”
She shook her head solemnly. “I have no one left there. All my family are gone.”
“That’s very sad,” he said sympathetically. “I’m very close to mine. I would be lost without them. We’re something of a tribe.” She liked that about him. It seemed warm and friendly, and if they were all as much fun as he was, they must have been a lively group. “What about your late husband’s family? Do you see them?”
“Very little. They’re in England. Although Consuelo’s grandmother came over recently. She’s a very nice woman.” But she didn’t tell him it had been the first time they’d ever met.
There was so much about her history that she couldn’t tell him. That her real husband had left her and was in love with a man. That she was divorced because of that. That she’d been raped and never married to Consuelo’s father. The truth was far more shocking than the version she told. The worst of it was that she was paying for sins she hadn’t committed, and would all her life. He was so easygoing that she could almost imagine he wouldn’t be as shocked by the truth as some might be. But she wouldn’t tell him anyway. The history she told was one of complete respectability, and he had no reason to suspect otherwise. Everything she said was eminently believable, and she looked so proper that no one would ever expect anything less of her.
He commented during dinner that he had never been married. Specializing in orthopedic surgery had kept him in medical school for a long time, which he had attended in Paris at the Faculte de Medecine. He had trained at the Pitie-Salpetriere Hospital, and the war had interrupted his studies for a while. He somehow let it slip out that he had been decorated twice during the war. Despite his joking style, he was an impressive person, and it was obvious that he thought the same of her. As she talked to him over dinner, she felt as though he had been dropped into her life like a gift from heaven. She was glad he had almost knocked her down the stairs at the hospital, otherwise she would never have met him. And he seemed equally pleased to have found her.
When he drove her home he asked when he could see her again. She had no other conflicting engagements, for the rest of her life in fact, except dinner and evenings with Consuelo, and he promised to call the next day and make a plan. And much to her amazement, he did.
She was sitting at her desk, filling out files on the patients she had seen that morning, when Helene told her he was on the line. He invited her to dinner the coming Saturday, in two days. He was suddenly an unexpected pleasure in her life. And he asked if on Sunday, she and Consuelo would like to have lunch with his two brothers and their children, at his parents’ home. It was a very appealing invitation. And she mentioned it to Consuelo that night. She was delighted. Consuelo thought he had been very funny about her teeth. She looked at her mother thoughtfully then and volunteered that he was nice. Annabelle agreed that he was.
On Saturday, he took her to La Tour d’Argent for dinner, which was even more elegant than Maxim’s. She wore a very simple well-cut black dress, and Lady Winshire’s emerald ring. Annabelle had no other jewelry in France, but she looked very stylish nonetheless. Her natural beauty was more striking than anything she wore. And they had a wonderful time again, talking until almost midnight about a great many things-the war, surgery, medicine, the reconstruction of Europe. He was a fascinating dinner partner and fun to be with.
The day they spent with him on Sunday was even better. As it turned out, his parents’ home was only a few blocks from her house. His brothers were as entertaining as he was, and their wives were very sweet. Their children were around the same age as Consuelo, and the whole family talked medicine constantly, which Annabelle loved. His mother was a benevolent tyrant who ruled them all. She scolded Antoine frequently, and rolled her eyes
