Heavitree hear you talking like that if you’ve got any sense, and don’t call her Lumpy Lil or she’ll have your guts for garters.’
‘Where did you hear that vulgar expression, Angel?’ Cordelia’s shocked tones made Angel spin round to see her aunt standing at the foot of the stairs.
‘I’m sorry, Aunt Cordelia. I didn’t know you were there.’
‘We mustn’t allow our standards to drop simply because we’re in a difficult situation,’ Cordelia said primly. ‘I want you to come upstairs, Angel. Mr Galloway is here and he has something to tell you.’
‘What is it?’ Angel asked anxiously.
‘I’ll allow him to tell you, darling. Come along, don’t keep him waiting.’
Dragging her feet, Angel followed her aunt up the steep staircase. Geoffrey Galloway was waiting for them in the study, which, denuded of its books and furniture, seemed like a different place. The only item left by the bailiff’s men was a chair with a threadbare seat and a castor missing off one leg. Cordelia perched on it, balancing with difficulty. ‘I haven’t told Angel anything, Geoffrey. I think it would be best coming from you.’
He stood with his back to the fireplace, feet wide apart, hands clasped. ‘You must be aware of the seriousness of the situation in which your aunt finds herself, Angel.’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘I’ve been thinking it over very carefully, you understand, and your aunt agrees with what I am about to say.’
Angel knew instantly that his solution was not going to benefit her. She shot a wary glance in her aunt’s direction, but Cordelia was studying the bare floorboards as if they were something new and interesting.
‘My sister, Mrs Adams, is also recently widowed,’ Galloway announced in a sonorous tone. ‘Rebecca owns a small house in Maddox Street and she is in need of a genteel lady to be her companion. I think it would suit your aunt admirably.’
Angel turned to her aunt. ‘Is this what you want, Aunt Cordelia?’
‘My darling, what choice do I have?’ Cordelia met Angel’s gaze with a tremulous smile. ‘It’s very kind of Mr Galloway to go to so much trouble on our account, and I have met Mrs Adams on a couple of occasions. She seems a very agreeable lady.’
‘Am I to go with you, Aunt?’
‘No, Angel,’ Galloway said firmly. ‘My sister is childless and she loves to travel. It would not be appropriate for you to live with your aunt, but of course you may visit her sometimes.’
‘What is to become of me, Mr Galloway?’ Angel met his stern gaze squarely, without flinching.
‘You are fortunate to have been brought up like a young lady. Mrs Wilding has been more than generous in making sure you have had a good education, and you know how to behave in polite society.’
‘What Mr Galloway is trying to tell you, my love, is that he’s found a suitable place for you with a good family, where I hope you will be as happy as you have been here, with me.’ Cordelia held out her hand. ‘I hate the thought of being parted from you, Angel, but I hope and pray that this is just a temporary arrangement.’
Angel refused to be placated. ‘Am I to be a servant like Lil?’
‘No, definitely not.’ Cordelia’s lips trembled. ‘I wouldn’t allow such a thing.’ She cast a beseeching look at Galloway. ‘Tell her, please. You know more about the Grimes family than I do.’
‘Phileas Grimes is a client of mine, known to me for many years. He is a wealthy man who’s made his fortune from buying tracts of land in the East End for building. He has a daughter about your age, and he is often away from home.’
‘So we are both to live with strangers,’ Angel said slowly. ‘Aunt Cordelia is going to stay with your sister, and I am going to …’ she paused. ‘Where exactly is this house? Is it in London?’
‘Ah, there you have spotted the best part of the plan.’ Galloway beamed at her, puffing out his chest. ‘Mr Grimes owns a lovely old house in the Essex countryside. You will have plenty of freedom and you will share lessons in art and music with his daughter. It will be an idyllic existence away from the dirt and disease of the East End.’
Angel threw herself down on her knees beside her aunt, clutching both her hands in a desperate grip. ‘Don’t let him separate us, Aunt Cordelia. You are more important to me than anyone who might claim to be my real mama. Please tell him that you will not be parted from me.’
Cordelia’s eyes filled with tears and she raised Angel’s hands to her lips. ‘If only I could, darling. I would do anything to keep us together, but you must see that it’s just not possible at the moment. I’m penniless, my love. The money from my jewellery has been spent on food and necessities and now everything has gone and I can’t support myself, let alone you, but Geoffrey has promised that Lil can go with you, and Mrs Adams has a place for Gilly in her household. We will all be taken care of, but I hope in the future we will be together again. This isn’t for ever, darling girl.’
Dazed and struggling to come to terms with the sudden change in events, Angel rose slowly to her feet. ‘And if I refuse? What happens then?’
Galloway’s lips tightened to a thin line beneath his quivering moustache. ‘You will comply with your aunt’s wishes if you know what’s good for you. You’re an orphan, Angel Winter. That isn’t even your real name, so how do you propose to manage if your aunt cannot look after you, as she has done for the last eleven years? Have you any idea how fortunate you are, little girl?’
Angel shook her head. ‘You are not a nice man, Mr Galloway. I hope my aunt never marries you, because you have a cruel nature. A kind man wouldn’t separate us, and you are not a kind man, even though you pretend to be.’
‘That’s enough, Angel. You must apologise for being so rude to Mr Galloway.’ Cordelia stood up, swaying on her feet and Galloway leaped forward to support her.
‘You see the real nature of the child now, Cordelia,’ he said angrily. ‘You do not know her pedigree and I think it’s becoming obvious that she came from the gutter. You’ve harboured romantic fantasies as to her birth, but she’s a child of the slums and needs a firm hand.’
Cordelia uttered a muffled cry and fainted in his arms.
‘You hateful man,’ Angel cried passionately. ‘You planned all this.’
‘Don’t be ridiculous, child. Fetch your maid. I need her to accompany Mrs Wilding to my sister’s house. You will come with me.’
‘I won’t leave Aunt Cordelia.’
‘We’ll see about that.’ Galloway swept the unconscious Cordelia off her feet and carried her from the room. He came to a halt at the sight of Lil, who had a valise in each hand and a bundle of clothes tucked under one arm. ‘My carriage is outside. I need you to accompany your mistress to Maddox Street.’
Lil dropped the cases on the highly polished floorboards. ‘I ain’t going nowhere without Angel.’
‘It’s Miss Winter to you,’ Galloway snapped. ‘Do as you’re told. I’ll
