nature of his business only too
well.
‘Thank you, sir, but, as
I’ve already told you, I am satisfied with my position here,’ she
answered serenely. Now she knew how a swan felt: all calm on the surface while it
paddled furiously under the water.
The squire’s face turned redder
still. Determined not to be browbeaten, Lily continued looking him straight in the
eye.
‘Let me remind you that your
family will be out on thestreet come the quarter-day. Do you want
to see your brother and sister in the gutters of Coombe? Surely that’s not
what your dear mother would have wanted?’
Oh, how low, she thought. ‘I
appreciate your concern, sir, but I assure you it won’t come to that. I take
my duties towards my family seriously and have already decided what we shall do. Now
if you’ll excuse me I have work to see to,’ she said, snatching up the
little brass bell from the table and ringing it vigorously. As he stared at her in
disbelief, Tilda appeared in the doorway.
‘Squire Clinsden is leaving.
Please show him out.’
‘You’ll be sorry for
this,’ he hissed before stomping from the room.
Trembling, she sank onto the chair and
covered her face with her hands. She had made a powerful enemy, she knew, but the
idea of being friendly with the squire was even more frightening.
CHAPTER 8
‘Are you all right, miss?’
Looking up, Lily saw the maid hovering in the doorway, eyeing her anxiously.
‘Yes, thank you, Tilda,’ she
said, forcing a smile. Then, taking a breath to steady herself, she hurried back to
the workroom and summoned the ladies in from the yard.
Although they came in willingly enough,
she could sense the underlying tension as they settled themselves at their
pillows.
‘Oops, I think I’ve put a
pin in the wrong place,’ Nell announced, not sounding the least bit
concerned.
Lily went over to look at her work.
‘I can’t see anything amiss,’ she said, frowning down at the
perfect sprig before her.
‘Silly me, I must have been
mistaken,’ Nell giggled, shaking her mane of copper hair.
‘Easily done,’ Lily said
lightly. ‘However, I think you should put your cap back on before Mrs Bodney
returns. She won’t be pleased if she finds red hair over your lace
work.’
Nell glowered, muttered something under
her breath and then reluctantly did as she’d been asked.
Impatient to resume her own work, Lily
hurried back to her stool but as she sat down a flash of grey caught her eye.
Bending to see what it was, her eyes widened in surprise when she saw a mouse
nibbling the straw that waspoking through a hole in her pillow. As
she watched, the creature edged closer to the pristine white of her thread. Deftly
scooping it up, she hurried to the door and let it go. She watched it scuttle to
freedom, fervently wishing she could join it.
Hearing barely suppressed giggles, she
turned to face the lace makers. It was obvious from the looks of amusement Cora and
Nell were exchanging, that this had been planned in retaliation for earlier. When
they saw Lily staring at them, they quickly looked down at their work.
Returning to her stool, Lily stared at
her damaged pillow. Pranks she could put up with, wilful damage she could not
ignore.
‘Who slit my pillow?’ she
demanded, looking around the workroom, which was now ominously silent. ‘Put
down your bobbins this minute,’ she instructed. The lace makers stared at her
in amazement but did as they’d been told. ‘I will ask you once more. Who
did this?’ she asked, pointing to the slit in her pillow and then staring at
each of them in turn. Although they fidgeted on their stools, still no one answered.
Knowing she needed to gain the upper hand or she’d never command the respect
required of an overseer, she ordered firmly, ‘No more work will be done until
the culprit owns up.’
‘But before she left, Mrs Bodney
said we had to produce