for?â
âThe birthday celebrations, letâs hope. Iâm sorry, Abigail.â The genuine sympathy in his voice was for more than her temporary trouble. He saw her eyes suddenly aswim with unshed tears and hurried on, âMercyâs tired. Be an angel and take her to her room. I have no doubt the servants are all at sixes and sevens still.â
âTwelves and fourteens.â Abigail managed a watery smile. âAnd youâre off to your office, I take it?â
âJust so. I asked Saul Gordon to meet me here. Iâve aworld of business to get through with him. If all goes well, I hope this will be my last visit to Savannah before I leave for the North.â
âI wish you werenât going, Hart.â
âOh, Abigail, not you too! Ah, Gordon!â He turned with relief as the door in the comer of the room opened to reveal a black-clad, sallow, smiling man.
âMr Purchis!â He advanced, seized Hartâs hand and pumped it up and down. âThis is a sight for sad eyes. Andâcan it be?âMiss Phillips, of whose praises I have heard so much from Madam Purchis. Do, I beg of you, present me.â
âYes, of course.â Hart did not sound best pleased. âMercy, let me present my right-hand man, Mr. Gordon.â
âMiss Phillips!â His hand was damp. âMrs Purchis has led me to hope that you would do me the great kindness of calling on my dear, afflicted wife. She pines for company, my poor Rachel, she quite pines for company.â
âI shall be delighted.â Mercy was afraid she did not sound it, but she did not much like this hint of an arrangement behind her back.
âAnd Iâll come too,â said Abigail. âWhy did you not tell me Mrs Gordon was lonely, Mr Gordon?â
âAlways so kind, so condescending, Miss Purchis, but I could hardly presume ⦠a member of the family ⦠my poor Rachel would be overwhelmed.â
âBusiness first.â Hart cut him short with a firmness that surprised Mercy. âVisits later. Excuse us, ladies? Iâll be in the study, Abigail, if my mother should want me.â
âHis study?â asked Mercy, as Gordon bowed low to them both and followed Hart through the little door.
âHe uses the old house next door. He had the doorway cut through. Aunt Martha doesnât much like it, but it suits Hart very well. And nobody seems to mind the mixing of work and ordinary living here in Savannah.â
âWhy should they?â Mercy lapsed into cockney. âWorkâs âow they live, ainât it?â
âHeavens!â Abigail glanced quickly out to the porch, where the two sisters were deep in agitated talk. âDonât let my aunts hear you speak like that or they will think you as bad as the revolutionaries.â
Mercy laughed. âMy accent, love, or what I say?â And then, modulating from cockney to the pure English she normally spoke, âForgive me! Iâm afraid all this luxurybrings out the worst in me. I canât seem to get over how different things are here from the other side of town where Father and I lived. And the shameful thing is, I still canât help enjoying the comfort.â
âWhy shouldnât you?â Abigail led her upstairs to the bedroom floor, where the rooms also looked out onto the screened porch, and left her to rest.
Francis did not appear until late in the evening, when his mother was just crossly preparing to go to bed. âA million apologies, Mamma.â His face was becomingly flushed as he bent to kiss her hand. âI meant to be here to greet you, but have had business I didnât much like to detain me.â
âBusiness?â asked Hart.
âYes.â Francis turned to him with an odd, sideways smile. âEven I am capable of some kinds of business, little cousin. I have been doing my utmost to persuade the hotheads at Tondeeâs Tavern that the Kingâs