Page 2 of Miss Debenham's Secret
Clarissa hesitated again but the thought of never seeing him again overcome her doubts.What was it about this man that made her want to throw caution to the winds?Putting aside her doubts she smiled.
“Miss Debenham.Clarissa Debenham.”
He bowed.“Lieutenant Alistair McKay, at your service,” and he held out his arm a second time; this time Clarissa took it.
Chapter two
CHAPTERTWO
Alistair McKay was lonely.It was the truth.The cottage his midshipman friend had taken the lease on was comfortable and Lyme Regis was attractive, but after a few walks about the place and a stroll on the Cobb, he felt as if he’d seen all there was to see.He was champing at the bit for action, and everyone knew it was only a matter of time before Napoleon was up to his tricks again, but until the Amazonian was repaired her crew were all landlubbers.
Clarissa Debenham was not the sort of girl he usually noticed.Petite and not exactly a beauty, her fair hair and blue eyes were striking, and when she smiled, well he noticed her then.She had a rather shy, tentative sort of smile, as if she wasn’t really used to smiling.Aye, she was a serious sort of girl, or perhaps it was just that she hadn’t had much to smile about in her life.
Alistair was one of the jollier characters aboard his ship.Liked by everyone, he was always making jokes and cheering the others up, and subsequently everyone liked him.Or at least they liked the version of him they knew—Alistair had his secrets too.But he was not one to share them or mull over the past; he’d always found it more productive to keep his eyes firmly fixed on the future.
Now, walking with Clarissa Debenham, he noticed she had a little frown between her fair eyebrows, and wondered what it was that weighed so heavily on the shoulders of one so young.
“It must be wonderful to visit foreign places,” she said, and he knew then that she was thinking how insular was her own life here in Lyme.
“Eating weevilly biscuits and drinking rancid water?”he teased.“Being given orders by a captain in a temper, and then having to convey them to your men in a way that doesn’t make them want to mutiny?Foreign travel on a navy ship isn’t quite as wonderful as you might think, Miss Debenham.I’d much rather be here in Lyme teaching pupils their alphabet.”
“I think you’re trying to make me feel better, Lieutenant McKay,” she said, but her smile peeped up at him.“You don’t have to.My life may be very quiet but I enjoy what I do and I think I do it well.”No apologies in her blue eyes.She was confident when it came to her teaching even if not when it came to herself.
“Have you lived in Lyme all your life?”he asked after a moment.
“I have.”
She could have stopped there; she should have stopped there, but for some reason his interested expression encouraged her to say more and she found herself telling him, a stranger, the story of her life.
“My mother died when I was born.She was a beautiful woman, and loved by all, so her death was a terrible tragedy.Now there is just my father and I.He was the headmaster at the school, before he retired, and now Mr.Marly has taken his place.”She blushed, and he wondered why.“I am his assistant at the moment but I hope to rise further in time.If I had been a boy my father would have sent me to the grammar school but for a girl he did not think it worth his while.Instead he taught me at home and he was very thorough.So in spite of not going to grammar school I can’t claim any lack in my education.”
Personally, Alistair thought the father sounded like an old horror.True, he had lost his wife, but did he have to tell his daughter how marvellous she had been?To make her feel as if she had deprived the world of this paragon and she was unworthy to have taken her place?And then, because she was a female, having to be educated at home, and no doubt with the constant reminder of what her birth had taken from her father?He could imagine it and Alistair had a very good imagination when it came to cruelty.The little slights, the silences, the sense that if she had been a boy then perhaps, just perhaps, her mother’s death might have been forgiven.
Alistair decided he would make it his mission while he was in Lyme to make Clarissa smile as often as possible.
Starting now.
“I think you have made a mistake, Miss Debenham.”
She looked startled, those blue eyes so big and wide he felt as if he could happily sink into them.“A mistake?”she repeated anxiously.“What do you mean, Lieutenant McKay?”
“I mean, Miss Debenham, that you should have purchased that bonnet.What if there is an occasion that calls for it?”
The anxiety left her eyes and she smiled.“What possible occasion could that be?”
“Hmm.One that requires a bonnet with a bunch of red cherries on it.”
Now she laughed, but it had a rusty sound.“Perhaps you should buy it yourself for your ...wife?”
He met her curious gaze and she blushed as if she had said something wrong.
“I have no wife,” he said quickly, before she could back away from the subject.“Nor do I have a fiancé or a girl I am courting.I am all alone, Miss Debenham, just like you.”
She hesitated.
“Go on, ask me,” he told her, “I won’t bite, I promise.”
“Well, I was going to ask whether you are all alone because you prefer it, or whether it is because of lack of opportunity?”
