Page 81 of A Whisper of Desire
His head lifted. “Angelo taught us to read and write.”
“Good of him,” she added sarcastically.
“Only because he said gentlemen preferred bed partners who could converse intelligently.”
She really shouldn’t be so pleased a man was dead, but really.
The next hour they sat and discussed her list and how they might go about inspecting the properties.
Priscilla interrupted them at lunch. “I think you should rest, Marisa. Don’t forget we are having the Libertine Scholars and wives over for dinner this evening. You don’t want to overdo things.”
Clarence rose to leave, and before Priscilla could turn away, Marisa said, “Would you mind staying? I’d like a quick word.”
Clarence left and Marisa called for a light lunch and tea. Once they were comfortable in the chairs by the newly stoked fire, teacups in hand, Marisa said, “I want to thank you for changing your plans and staying in London longer. It’s very kind of you.”
“Oh, it’s nothing. The girls are enjoying being here, and I find I miss London more than I thought.”
She studied Priscilla and noted the woman appeared more relaxed and happy than she’d been when she first arrived in London.
“How have you found being back in society?”
“Strange. I’m still the object of gossip and innuendo; but some women have been very kind and welcoming.” Her cheeks tinged pink.
“And the men?” Marisa joked.
The smile dimmed. “What does it matter? I cannot form any attachments.”
It was the first time she’d heard bitterness in Priscilla’s voice, and Marisa wished the floor would swallow her whole. “I’m so sorry. Forgive me. I spoke without thinking.”
Priscilla waved a hand. “It is of no importance. I gave up on self-pity many years ago. I have my children, and a good life. I’m content.”
“And you’re welcome here whenever you wish. This is your home too. I hope you’ll visit with us regularly.”
“Thank you. It’s nice to have a new friend.”
They sat, sipping their tea in silence. After a few minutes Marisa found her courage.
“May I ask you for your opinion, given you have had children?”
“Of course. I hope you’ll think on me as a close friend. I’ve been lonely for female companionship over the years.”
Marisa reached for her hand and squeezed it. Priscilla really was a remarkable woman, given all she’d been through. Marisa let her hand go and settled back in her chair.
“It has been over six weeks since my…” She felt her face flush. Priscilla’s face broke into a smile.
“Since you had your courses,” her new friend finished for her. “How wonderful.”
“I must be at least seven weeks pregnant, but I don’t wish to get my hopes up. I was wondering…Do you think the trauma of the accident might have caused my courses to stop temporarily?”
Priscilla seemed to think on it for a moment. “I suppose it could. There are a number of reasons for a woman’s courses to stop or delay.” She studied her for a moment. “You don’t appear to be the type of woman who would let such an incident unsettle you terribly. There is only one way to be sure.”
Marisa nodded. “I have to call for the physician.” She rose and pulled the bell. Simon arrived before she’d had a chance to retake her seat.
“Simon, would you please run to Dr. Philips and ask him to call on me?”
Simon took a hurried step forward. “Are you unwell, Your Grace?”
Bless his little worried face. She gave him a reassuring smile. “No, I’m very well, thank you, Simon. I simply need him to check my wound before I dress for our guests this evening.”
