Chapter 2:
His Grace, Duke
of In-Between
The library of
No. 65 Belgrave Square glimmered with the same opulence that Miss Ellen Barrett
had admired in the grand front hallway.
The two side walls of the room were inset with tall bookcases of
partially gilt mahogany, surmounted by grand pediments. The farthest wall, of cerulean, white and
gilt plaster, was anchored by two long windows—draped in frothy sheer fabric
beneath a medium blue silk damask.
Between the two windows a pier mirror of gold in the Chinoiserie style
reflected the huge, glittering rock crystal chandelier which hung in the middle
of the room.
Appointed with
masculine furnishings upholstered in boldly-striped silk of coral, cream and
turquoise, the room was as warm and inviting as it was grand. As formal as the library was, it had, also, a
casual air about it. Heavily framed
landscape paintings had been suspended from the bookshelves and large portraits
leaned at the rear of important-looking tables which were artfully cluttered
with crystal paperweights, small bronzes and porcelain figurines. A multi-paneled screen of mother-of-pearl
inlaid papier mache stood at the corner of the room, partly covering a bank of
shelves and blocking what appeared to be a door to another chamber.
At first, as Dr.
Robert Halifax ushered her into the room, Ellen was so overcome with admiration
for the handsome decorations of the library, she didn’t notice that the room
seemed to be empty. Only after a few
seconds did she realize that the Duke was not evident. She took a deep breath and looked politely at
Robert, not meeting his eyes.
Robert
chuckled. “Your Grace, a Miss Ellen
Barrett has come for an interview.”
“Oh!” A voice responded from a far corner of the
room.
Ellen raised her
eyebrows as a well-dressed man appeared from behind the papier mache
screen. If the doctor could have been
described as tremendously handsome, then, certainly, the Duke could have been
so described as well. Yet, he was
attractive in a different sort of way.
While the doctor was graceful and polished, classically beautiful with
his sky-blue eyes and dark hair, the Duke carried a more earthy, slightly
rumpled, beauty.
His Grace
grinned sheepishly at Ellen, still staying close to the screen from which he
had emerged. Ellen studied him. His hair was a wavy mane of dark auburn which
fell over his forehead. He had made an
effort to tuck the fringe behind his ears, but his chestnut locks still
remained charmingly unruly. The Duke’s
clothes were as fine as the doctor’s, if not finer. He wore a dark rust-colored suit of velvet
which matched his hair, a deep green waistcoat and a cravat of cream silk,
anchored by a gold pin set with a ruddy stone which, queerly enough, shone with
the same hue as his eyes which—like his tresses—weren’t entirely brown nor
entirely red. They were wide eyes—almost
too wide as if he were caught between a moment of surprise and a moment of
joy. His eyebrows, too, were slightly
raised as if in mid-thought.
In fact, Ellen
thought in that awkward moment of silence, the gorgeous Duke seemed entirely
like a man caught in the middle—forever in between two thoughts, two emotions,
two reactions, two worlds. Even his
smile—friendly, yet cautious--seemed to be frozen in the middle of two ideas.
“Hullo,” The Duke said quickly. He pressed his hands together before fiddling
with a glittering diamond ring which he wore on his left index finger.
Ellen smiled at
this simple greeting—not the typical salutation of an aristocrat of a rank as
high as the Duke of Fallbridge.
“Your Grace,”
Robert grinned at the Duke. “This is
Ellen Barrett. Miss Barrett, this is His
Grace, Julian, the Duke of Fallbridge.”
Ellen bowed her
head, but did so in a way that enabled her to continue to watch the two
men. Even at a distance, their affection
for one another was palpable. Ellen
could feel a sense of protection radiating from the doctor. She always had a way of knowing how other
people felt. Her mother had the same
instincts. Ellen exhaled, feeling
comforted by the shared respect and love the two men seemed to feel for one
another.
“Welcome, Miss
Barrett.” The Duke continued. “Do please sit.” He gestured awkwardly toward an elegant
armchair of carved walnut and that crisp, striped silk which she had admired
upon entering the room.
“Such a lovely
home, Your Grace.” Ellen began.
“Thank you.” The Duke replied simply.
His manner of
speaking was not, at first, strange. He
spoke with the same formal cadence peculiar to the nobility. Yet, Ellen noticed, it seemed forced as if
the Duke was struggling to pronounce each word correctly. He appeared to be speaking with a voice that
was not comfortable, not his own.
Beneath each word, there was another word which wanted to come out—like a
lid forced over a pot of boiling water.
Yes, she thought to herself, he’s a man caught between two worlds.
“I have, Your
Grace, Miss Barrett’s references.” The doctor
said, walking to the Duke and guiding him toward a settee across from
Ellen. The two men sat together, facing
her.
“Have you read
them, then?” The Duke asked his
companion.
“I’ve glanced at
them.” Robert smiled. “Perhaps Miss Barrett can tell us a bit about
herself.”
“Certainly.” Ellen nodded.
“I’ve spent the last ten years in the employ of the Baron of Lensdown.”
“And, why did
you leave?” the doctor asked.
“The last of the
children was married and I was no longer needed. That’s the tragedy of being a governess. After awhile, you become useless. However, I do so love children, and I’m still
quite young. I would like to be able to
be of some service to another child.”
“We got a
boy. His name is Colin,” The Duke blurted out excitedly. “He’s a good boy, he is.” He paused, seeming to have caught himself
saying something he hadn’t intended. He
fixed his face in a serious expression.
Lowering his eyebrows, and eyelids to conceal the jubilant expression
which had overtaken his face, he added. “A
fine boy. I adopted him whist we were
abroad. I think you’ll find him most
charming and obedient.”
Ellen smiled,
charmed by this man—this powerful man, caught in a perennial state of
confusion. “How old is Colin.”
“Here,” The Duke
murmured, looking at his companion.
Again, he caught himself. “How
old is he, Dr. Halifax? Exactly?”
“He’ll be one
year old in three weeks.” Robert responded.
“I see,” Ellen smiled.
“What a lovely age.”
“Indeed,” the Duke nodded politely. Despite his restrained response, his eyes were
wild with joy and excitement—as if he would much prefer to romp about the room
over sitting there and talking with her.
“What sort of accommodations
have you for the nursery?” Ellen asked.
“We have both
day and night nurseries as well as a school room. However, we won’t be needing that for awhile,
will we?” the doctor answered. “These are located on the third floor. There is an en suite room for the governess.”
“Perfect.” Ellen nodded.
“Do you like
dogs?” The Duke interrupted.
“Sir?”
“Dogs—do you
like them?”
“I do.” Ellen chuckled despite herself. “Very much.”
“I’m glad to
know it.” The Duke grinned widely. “We have a dog. He’s called Toby. He’s what’s called a terrier. He’s ever-so intelligent.”
Ellen tilted her
head to one side, giggling slightly. “As
a girl, I had several dogs. All
terriers.”
“I like this
one, chum,” The Duke tapped his
companion’s shoulder.
“As do I, Your
Grace.” Dr. Halifax nodded.
Being referred
to as “Your Grace,” seemed to act as a reminder to the Duke who once again
affected a manner more befitting an aristocrat.
He added, “Many
of the governesses whom we have interviewed have appeared, to me, to be…” He
sighed and looked to the doctor.
“I think His
Grace is stating that we have been unimpressed with the over-serious, even
military, nature of some of the others with whom we’ve spoken.”
“Yes,” The Duke
nodded eagerly. “We are a…different sort
of household.”
“I can see that,
and, if you’ll pardon my frankness, Sir, I appreciate it. A child should be raised in a joyful home.”
“We are very
joyful,” The doctor chuckled.
“I’m glad.”
“Miss Barrett, I
think we’ve seen all we need to. If you’d
like to meet Colin, we’ll ring for Gamilla, our parlor maid. She’s been looking after Colin and would be
pleased to introduce you to him and show you the quarters upstairs.”
“I’d like that.” Ellen responded.
“So, you want to
work here?” The Duke asked, clapping his
hands.
“If you’ll have
me.”
The duke looked
at his companion who nodded in agreement.
“Yes,” The Duke
of Fallbridge said gaily.
“Well, then,
yes, Your Grace, I would be honored.”
“Good!” The Duke grinned, leaping from the settee and
hurrying over to the bell-pull.
Within
seconds, it seemed, an African woman appeared from behind the screen from which
the Duke had emerged. Ellen gathered
that the hidden door led to a servants’ entrance.
Ellen had never
seen an African before. She found the
young woman to be quite pretty and knew immediately that they’d get on well.
“Miss Barrett,
this is Gamilla, our parlor maid.
Gamilla, Miss Barrett has agreed to begin as Colin’s governess.”
Gamilla nodded,
smiling.
“Will you take
her to Colin and, then, show her around the house a bit?”
“Yes, Sir.” Gamilla answered.
“When you’ve
finished, bring her back here, please, and we’ll work out the particulars of
the arrangement.”
Gamilla
nodded. “Come with me, Miss, please.”
Ellen followed
Gamilla who led her toward the main exit.
As they walked out into the passage, Ellen could hear the Duke and the
doctor talking.
“How’d I do,
chum?” The Duke asked. “I know I slipped a bit, I did, but I think I
got it right.”
“You did
brilliantly, dear Punch.” the doctor
responded.
“Coo!” The Duke whooped as the door closed behind
Ellen and Gamilla. “I think she’ll be
awful nice here.”
Once outside the
library, Ellen and Gamilla exchanged glances.
“I reckon you
got some questions,” Gamilla winked.
“Quite a few,” Ellen chuckled.
“They’re fine
gents.” Gamilla said sincerely. “You’ll like it here.”
“I have a
feeling that I will.” Ellen
responded. “I suspect I’ll be here for a
very long time.”
Did you miss
Chapter 1 of Mr. Punch of Belgrave Square?
If so, you can read it here. Come
back tomorrow for Chapter 3.
2 comments:
Such a beautiful chapter with great descriptions. Mr. Punch is back and so sweet!
I agree! Great chapter!
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