Free Persuasion by Brenda Joyce

“Come, sit down and tell me what is wrong,” she said soothingly.
    “The baby cries day in and day out. She is hardly nursing now! The boys have decided to do as they please—they are running wild! They will not attend the classroom, they defy Signor Barelli, they are running about the grounds, as ill-mannered as street urchins. Yesterday Lord William took a hack out—by himself—and he was gone for hours and hours! And we could not find John—as it turned out, he had gone into the attics and hid!” She started to cry. “If they did not need me so, I would leave such a horrid place.”
    She hadn’t said a word about Grenville. “The boys are surely grieving. They are good boys, I saw that, they will soon stop misbehaving.” Amelia meant her every word.
    “They miss their mother, we all do!” She choked on a sob.
    Amelia clasped her shoulder. “And his lordship?”
    Mrs. Murdock stopped crying. A moment passed before she said, “The earl has locked himself in his rooms.”
    Amelia tensed. “What do you mean?”
    “He has not come out of his apartments since the funeral, Miss Greystone.”
    * * *
    A N HOUR LATER , A MELIA FOLLOWED Mrs. Murdock into St. Just Hall, shaking the rain from her coat. It was so silent inside the marble-floored foyer that she could have heard a pin drop. Outside, the rain beat down on the windows and the roof. For that, she was somewhat thankful, as it drowned out the sound of her thundering heart.
    Keeping her voice low, she said, “Where are the children?”
    “When I left, they had both gone outdoors. Of course, it is raining now.”
    If the boys were still outside, they would become terribly ill. A liveried manservant appeared and Amelia handed him her soaking wet coat. “What is your name, sir?” she asked firmly.
    “Lloyd,” he said, bowing.
    “Are the boys within?”
    “Yes, madam, they came in an hour ago, when it began to rain.”
    “Where were they?”
    “I suspect they were in the stables—they were covered with hay, and they both had an odor.”
    At least they were safely within. She glanced at Mrs. Murdock, who was apparently awaiting her lead. Amelia cleared her throat. Her heart raced even more swiftly. “And his lordship?”
    A look of dismay flitted across the servant’s face. “He remains inside his rooms, madam.”
    She inhaled nervously and said, “Tell him Miss Greystone has called.”
    Lloyd hesitated, as if considering an objection. Amelia nodded with encouragement and he left. Suddenly Mrs. Murdock said, “I will send for tea.” She fled.
    Amelia realized that they were all fearful of Grenville. Mrs. Murdock had not exaggerated, then. She began to pace. How could he lock himself in his rooms? On the drive over, Mrs. Murdock had revealed an astonishing and disturbing fact: he had not seen his children since the funeral, either.
    That was so very wrong. It was selfish!
    The servant appeared several moments later. He flushed and said, “I do not believe his lordship is receiving, Miss Greystone.”
    “What did he say?”
    “He did not answer the door.”
    Amelia hesitated. If he would not come downstairs to speak with her, she would have to go upstairs to speak to him. Filled with trepidation, she fought for courage and looked at Lloyd. “Take me to his rooms.”
    Blanching, the servant nodded and led her into the corridor and up the stairs.
    They paused before a heavy teakwood door. Lloyd was even paler now, and Amelia hoped Grenville wouldn’t dismiss him for his audacity in bringing her to his rooms. She whispered, “Perhaps you should go.”
    He fled.
    Her heart slammed. But there was no choice, so she lifted her hand and knocked sharply on his door.
    There was no response. She rapped on the door again.
    When only silence greeted her efforts, she took a fist and pounded on the door. “Grenville! Open up!”
    There was still no response, although she thought she heard a footstep. “Grenville!” She pounded on the door several times.