Wilsâs own father had died. Wilsâs father had been a great poet and a good man. My cousin felt his loss keenly.â
Helen was confused. âHow are you cousins with Mr. Brandl? I thought you were British.â
âMy mother is German. Her formidable sister is Wilsâs mother.â
âHow is Wils dealing with the news?â
âI donât know. Things have been nasty since we came back from summer holiday, but we thought it would pass. And now Iâm not certain. Iâm a bit concerned, not least because I live with Wils and a murderer is on the loose.â He set his jaw and shook his head. âDamned unpleasant business.â Riley peered into an open box on the table beside him. âWhat is this?â he asked, lifting out a volume. â Little Women . Whatâs that about?â
âA family of sisters whose father is at war.â
âDo you like it?â
âEvery woman does.â
âShould every man?â
âI donât know any man who has read it.â She laughed, watching him fidget with the book.
âPerhaps the girls find their peace,â Riley said, then shivered as if shaking off a bad thought. He put the book back and paced nervously. âWe all are called to find our own peace when war intrudes so on our lives.â He walked over to her window seat and looked out. âAn excellent window,â he said, his eyes suddenly lighting up. âYou could put a ladder up here and escape anytime you needed to.â
She felt her cheeks go pink. âThere will be no ladders of any kind put under that window.â
He gave a soft laugh and looked back. âMiss Brooks, from the looks of it Iâve arrived too late to be of use in hauling your boxes, and Iâve no interest in Miss Lowellâsââ
Before he could finish his sentence, they heard steps pounding in the hallway. Into the room burst Miss Sullivan, her large face red, her curls untamed and hostile.
âRiley Spencer!â
âMiss Sullivan.â
The womanâs small dark eyes darted around the room. âI heard you were in the building.â
âI was just leaving.â
âIâll not have you here, not even for moving day.â She gave Helen a stern look. âMiss Brooks, your grandmother and mother would probably prefer you kept your moving to your own family.â
Helenâs face went bright red. âHeâs doing me a great favor, Miss Sullivan, as my own brother seems to have left me here. Iâve a problem returning rudeness for kindness.â
âIâm sure you do, Miss Brooks,â she said, her hands on her ample hips. âBut you donât know his history. After today, no men are allowed in Longworth Hall.â She poked a meaty finger at him and glared. âEspecially not you. Do you understand me?â
âPerfectly,â said Riley. He returned her contemptuous glare. âMiss Brooks, perhaps we will continue our conversation at a different time.â
âWait, Rileyââ
âLet him go,â said Miss Sullivan, standing in front of Helen as Riley walked out the door. âYouâll not be seen with that young man as long as I have something to say about what goes on under this roof. If I see him back here, Iâll be obliged to write your father. Heâs no good for a woman like yourself.â She turned on her heel and left the room.
Helen was aghast. How rude! How could someone do such a thing in polite company? Heâd done nothing wrong, and yet heâd been treated abominably. Her frustration over everythingâher fear of class, the murder-suicide, even the dusty carpetsâerupted into defiance.
She ran to her window and saw Riley below, walking to the curb. âRiley, wait!â she called. âRiley!â
He looked up and around, then waved. âMiss Brooks? Do you need a ladder after all?â
She laughed. âWould you like to come