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Jun 22 2017

Heir of Rosings Park Chapter 11

Heir of Rosing Park iconIn which Mary has a very strong opinion.

 

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 Chapter 11

Icy, prickly cold descended in Charlotte’s little parlor. The kind of cold that frequented Longbourn when Papa had a bad day. The kind of cold that sent Lydia and Kitty running for cover and Mama making him tea with a liberal dose of brandy. The kind of cold that Lizzy had no choice but to put on a brave face for and withstand.

She could follow Lizzy’s example.

Collins stared dumbly at the doorway for a long moment. Mary clenched her fists in her lap, the feel of Charlotte’s eyes rasping her skin nearly too much to bear.

The front door squealed and thudded shut. Mary held her breath.

Collins rose slowly, without turning to face them, and stalked away, muttering about the need to write a sermon.

Mary counted silently. At thirty-five the door to Mr. Collins’ study ? closed with a measured snap. Mary closed the parlor door and pressed her back against it.

“What happened? What really happened after you ran from the house.” Charlotte probably did not intend to sound so accusing.

Mary covered her eyes with her hand. “I did not go seeking the colonel if that is what you are concerned about.”

“I hardly thought that you would.”

That was a lie.

Did Charlotte not realize how obvious a liar she was? What did Charlotte really think of her?

“I went to the spring well by the old shack. I thought no one would be there. With good reason, I might add. You know no one goes there. But for some perverse reason, the colonel appeared. He said he was on his way here to ask for help with Lady Catherine’s companion.”

“I do not know why as it is not on the way to the parsonage.” Charlotte pushed up from the couch and pressed her hands to the small of her back.

How much her belly had grown even these last few weeks. Thank heavens she had finally employed a proper midwife.

“What did you tell the colonel?” Her eyes narrowed with a distinctly uncomfortable accusation.

“Nothing, absolutely nothing. Do you really think so little of me to believe I would bother the colonel about a personal matter that is no business of his?” She turned her bruised cheek toward Charlotte. “But Charlotte, he is no fool. He could see this. He knew where this had come from without a word on my part. And yes, I begged him to leave the matter lie.”

Charlotte inched closer and inspected Mary’s face. “I know Collins has a bad temper. I suppose it is a trait with the men of your family.”

Was that inditement or commiseration?

“It is something with which I am not unfamiliar.”

“He has not been apt to behave that way with me. I do not know why—”

Truly, she had no idea that bowing to every whim and agreeing with his every declaration would render him more docile? What a coincidence that she managed to do all those things correctly then.

Mary clutched her temples with one hand. “Does it matter why he should find me so disagreeable? What is done is done.”

Charlotte harrumphed and pulled back. “I do not see why you are so disturbed. I know your father—”

“Charlotte! Are you actually defending them?”

 “I am merely being realistic.” Charlotte waddled to the window. “What else is there to be done? The law does not agree with you, and it is ours to endure and to be gentle and mild.”

Mama often espoused the same sentiments. “So I have heard, but I do not know that I believe it any more. I am not certain it has served any of us well. At the very least, it was gallant of the colonel to stand up on my behalf.”

“I would caution you, Mary. You must be careful of him.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Are you not suspicious of his expectations for your company?”

“Do not be ridiculous!”

“He is not the kind of man you are accustomed to.”

“And I am betrothed to his steward as well as sister to his cousin. Not to mention I am hardly a beauty, nor have I any fortune. There is no reason for him to pay any attention to me.” Mary wrapped her arms around her waist.

“A man does not reason beyond lust.”

“Charlotte! I cannot accept what you are suggesting.”

How annoying that the carpet should muffle her foot stomp.

“As you will.” Charlotte shrugged and tossed her head. “I am only concerned for you. You are my friend.”

Why did silence always have to be so awkward?

“Will you still be with me when the baby comes?”

“Of course I will. You need only send word, and I will be here. I have promised you that.”

“Do you want help packing your trunk?”

And be instructed on Lady Catherine’s way of folding gowns? No.

“You should rest. I think your ankles are swelling again. You need to put your feet up.” She led Charlotte back to the couch and arranged the stool for her feet.

“I will miss your company. Who will tell me to rest if you are not here?”

“I will call upon you regularly, I promise. You will hardly know I have gone. And I am sure Mr. Collins will be in a better humor without me. Here is a fresh cup of tea and a few sandwiches to keep up your strength. Close your eyes and rest for a bit after that. I shall not go without taking leave of you.”

“You are a very good friend.” Charlotte patted her hand and sipped her tea.

Mary slipped out and hurried upstairs, tiptoeing past Collins’ study as she went.

Her heart hammered in her throat. What was she to make of all this? Who did Fitzwilliam think he was, highhandedly managing her life that way? It seemed he was more like Darcy than Elizabeth knew. Perhaps that was a family trait shared among the Fitzwilliams. Lady Catherine certainly seemed to demonstrate her share of it.

She dragged her trunk to the middle of the room and flung it open.  Botheration, it still smelt musty. Would that scent never come out of it?

Getting out of Collins’ house was a blessing, full stop. The man was obsequious and shared in common all of Papa’s worst traits though filtered through his  vicar’s robes. He was only tolerable with the knowledge that she would soon be moving to her own establishment with Mr. Michaels. Maybe she should be glad to be getting away from him.

But the price was far too dear to appreciate.

Now she was stuck with Lady Catherine and the denizens of the manor. The servants would be turning to her as they had to Lizzy, the only practical head in the house. Effectively being mistress of a grand manor might be an amusing mental exercise, but it was in fact a great deal more work than she cared to take on, particularly when she could look forward to being questioned and meddled with at every turn.

And now she would be saddled with it, with no option to turn down the gracious offer.

How kind and generous of the colonel.

Why did these interfering men never bother to ask her opinion?  They simply decided for her as if she were some simpleton?

Still, she should be grateful. He had swept in, rather like a knight in armor, to protect her from a very real ogre. That was kind of him. And the way he looked at her at the well … how long had he been there, and what had he seen?

Oh! Gracious!

Her cheeks heated, and she pressed her palms to her face. Had he seen her indecorous display, water dripping down her décolletage? She winced. No doubt he had.

Could that explain the look in his eyes, the way he licked his lips as he stared at her?

Heat crept up her jaw and neck. No man had ever looked at her that way. Michaels certainly had not. Should it please her that he did not, or disappoint?

She should not like that Fitzwilliam did, but the memory of his eyes, his voice, sent a chill down her spine and a frisson to her belly. No, no, no! This was not how she should feel and not how she would feel.

She huffed out a jagged breath and then another. There, that was better. She would be in control; her sensibilities would not overwhelm her good sense.

Was it a good thing that Lydia made better sense to her now than she had ever had before? For the first time, her impulsiveness and the liberties she allowed to her person made a modicum of sense. Was that a good thing?

Great heavens—did Charlotte suspect? Was that why she had offered her warning? If she thought she saw something, did Collins suppose something as well? What about the colonel?

Oh goodness!

She sat on the edge of her bed, face in her hands, gasping for breath.

No, no. She was letting her imagination run away from her. Collins was too self-absorbed to pay attention to anything so subtle, and Charlotte? Surely it was mere coincidence. No doubt she found Mr. Collins very disagreeable and assumed all men were as he.

She shuddered. Those were thoughts she did not need in her mind.

Not at all.

Breathe, just breathe. The knots in her stomach eased.

Enough of this foolish speculation! She threw her clothes into the trunk. Lady Catherine would be appalled, but it would do to travel from the vicarage to the manor. She flung the trunk shut and donned her bonnet and spencer. After taking her leave of Charlotte, she would take the long way to the manor. The very long way.

 

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  1. Glynis

    Oh Maria. I’m totally confused now. Does Mary have feelings for the Colonel more so than Michaels? The wedding is due in a couple of weeks so things need to be decided but Michaels seems to think a lot of her, protecting and providing for her plus he seems to be necessary to save the estate. And what a ‘good friend’ Charlotte is, not!!! Totally concerned with herself. Looks like she and Collins are a good match.
    Well as you can see I don’t have a clue so will wait eagerly for the next chapter.

    1. Maria Grace

      Poor Mary is rather confused herself right now. Keep in mind that feels often played a secondary role in marriages of the era, so she has good reason to be confused.

      It is interesting seeing Charlotte’s true colors, isn’t it? Thanks Glynis!

  2. Vesper Meikle

    For me the perfect conclusion is Mary and the Colonel together

    1. Maria Grace

      Kinda figured you’d say that;)

  3. Catherine

    This one is a quandary.

    Michaels respects Mary & demands it for her from others, but can be lax showing it himself. He allows her to retreat to the background of his attention unless reminded of her. Nor does he seem to have any passion for her but rather sees her as a sensible companion and helpmeet. Sounds safe after poor Mary’s home life!

    The colonel lusts after her and his pride makes it hard for him to respect those “beneath” him. (And yes, Americans have trouble with the caste-like qualities of aristocracy, and even more trouble understanding how pervasive those STILL are in the rest of the world.)

    Charlotte and her child(ren) are in danger from Collins, now and in future.

    Lady Catherine will destroy Rosings with her tirades unless controlled. A companion-widow cannot do that.

    I do not see Mary’s removal to Rosings as a good step for anyone right now. Therefore I predict significant upheaval and many twists in the story before the final happy ending.

    1. Maria Grace

      Michaels is definitely a ‘safe’ man for her. And the colonel is not nearly so ‘safe’. What a quandary, especially with Mary on her way to Rosings. It is definitely getting complicated, isn’t it? Thanks Catherine!

  4. Carole in Canada

    Charlotte is afraid that Collins will need to take his anger out on someone and if Mary is gone…
    Yes, Charlotte saw something in the Colonel to have her warn Mary. Mary needs Mr. Michaels to ‘see’ the way the Colonel looks at her now. That will be an eye opener for him and maybe demonstrate more his love of her. I do think he is a better match for Mary at this point as I believe he respects her more as a woman/person.

    I do think Lady Catherine will somewhat settle but not necessarily change. She will be demanding and imperious as ever! Fortunately, Mr. Michaels will be working with the Colonel so he should be nearby. I just fear the Colonel, when drinking, may not be the gentleman he truly is…

    1. Maria Grace

      Charlotte may have her own agenda, but she is observant and on to the Colonel too. Things could get very interesting to come…

  5. Suzanne

    I have a feeling that Mary will allow herself to get caught in a compromising position with the Colonel. Michaels is a bit of a bore and she needs a bit of excitement in her life. Charlotte is turning into a Mr. Collins, hopefully motherhood will improve her.

    1. Maria Grace

      Hmmm, that’s an interesting idea…

  6. Katherine Schmitt

    What a mess. Up to the point of hearing Charlotte’s accusation, Mary had never thought of the Colonel being anything but chivalrous. Now she is feeling that he is attracted to her and, even worse, she isn’t too sure she minds, once she is residing in Rosings should she be grateful for Lady Catherine’s condition? If she is busy with Lady Catherine, maybe the Colonel will have little opportunity to move beyond the lustful looks he showed in the grove. Maybe Mary will try to hide the experience from Mr. Michaels, but somehow I doubt it.
    On another point, you have the word “inditement”. I believe the proper spelling is “indictment”.

    1. Maria Grace

      What a mess–good way to describe it for sure. Certainly complications Mary never foresaw…

  7. Cindy H

    I don’t think Charlotte will survive her twins. I think Mary will fall madly in love with the Colonel, and Michaels will bow out gracefully. LOL!

    1. Maria Grace

      Hmmm… some of that is right, some is not. Not telling which is which yet, though! Thanks, Cindy!

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