rose from her chair. ‘If you like.’
They made their way to the green drawing room where breakfast was to be served. Lord Penford sat at the table, reading a newspaper. He looked startled at their entrance and hastily stood.
‘Good morning,’ he said stiffly. ‘I did not expect you awake so early.’
‘We are anxious to return to Tinmore Hall,’ Lorene said.
‘Yes,’ Penford said. ‘I imagine you are.’
‘I am not so eager to return,’ Genna corrected. ‘I have enjoyed my visit to our old home immensely.’ She looked over the sideboard where the food was displayed. ‘Oh, look, Lorene. Cook has made porridge! It has been ages and ages since I’ve tasted Cook’s porridge!
Becker, one of the footmen, attended the sideboard. Lorene made her selections, including porridge, and was seated next to Lord Penford at the small round breakfast table.
Becker waited upon Genna next, placing a ladle of oatmeal into a bowl for her. She added some cheeses, bread and jam.
‘Thank you, Becker.’ She smiled at him as he carried her plate to the table and seated her opposite her sister.
Penford sat as well although he did not look at either of them. ‘I trust you slept well.’
Lorene hesitated for a moment before answering, ‘Very well, sir.’
‘Fabulously well!’ added Genna. ‘Like being at home.’
Lorene shot her a disapproving look, before turning to Penford. ‘It was a kindness to put us in our old rooms.’
He glanced down at his newspaper. ‘The housekeeper’s decision, I am sure.’
Goodness! Could he be more sullen? ‘I hope you did not disapprove.’
He shot her a surprised look. ‘Why would I disapprove?’
She merely answered with a smile.
Why had he invited them if he seemed to take no pleasure in the visit? Unless his main purpose was to curry favour with Tinmore. If so, Genna was glad Tinmore had not accompanied them. Well, she was glad Tinmore had not accompanied them, no matter what Penford thought. Perhaps if Penford had been a more generous man, he might have left his cousins in the house to manage it in his absence. He might have come to their rescue instead of tossing them out of the only home they’d ever known and forcing Lorene to make that horrible marriage.
Lorene broke in. ‘The porridge is lovely. Just as I remembered it.’
Penford’s voice deepened. ‘I am glad it pleases you.’ He put down his paper and darted Lorene a glance. ‘I sent a man to Tinmore Hall early this morning. The roads are passable. You may order your coach at any time.’
He was in a hurry to be rid of them, no doubt.
‘Might we have the carriage in an hour?’ Lorene asked this so tentatively one would think she was asking for the moon instead of what Penford was eager to provide.
‘Certainly.’ Penford nodded towards Becker, who bowed in reply and left the room to accomplish the task.
Genna sighed and dipped her spoon into the porridge. She’d hoped to see Lord Rossdale one more time, but likely he was still galloping over the fields.
The rest of the breakfast transpired in near silence, except for the rattle of Lord Penford’s newspaper and the bits of conversation exchanged between Genna and Lorene. Genna used the time to think about the house. Her time away had seemed to erase it as her home. Leave the place to the dour Lord Penford. Her life here was gone for ever. More of its memories had been captured in her sketchbook, but she had no confidence that it would ever return to her possession. Likely she would not even see Rossdale again.
* * *
When it came time for them to leave, the servants gathered in the hall to bid them goodbye, just as they had done when Genna and her sisters first removed to Tinmore Hall. This time the tears did not fall freely, although many bid them farewell with a damp eye. Lorene shook their hands. Genna hugged each of them. Lord Penford stood to the side and Genna wondered if he felt impatient for them to depart.
When the coach pulled up to the front, Penford walked outside with them, without greatcoat, hat, or gloves. One of the coachmen helped Genna climb into the coach.
Lord Penford took Lorene’s hand to assist her.
Lorene turned to him, but lowered her lashes. ‘Thank you, sir, for inviting us and for putting us up for the night.’ She lifted her eyes to him.
For a moment Penford seemed to hold her in place. He finally spoke. ‘My pleasure.’ He’d never seemed to experience pleasure from their visit. ‘I shall remember your music.’
Lorene pulled away and climbed into the coach.
‘Safe journey,’ Penford said through the window.
As the coachman was mounting his seat, a horse’s hooves sounded near. A beautiful silver-grey steed appeared beside the coach.
Rossdale leaned down from his saddle to look inside the coach. ‘You are leaving already!’
Genna leaned out the window. ‘We must get back.’
‘Forgive me for not being here to say a proper goodbye.’ His horse danced restlessly beside them.
Genna spoke in a false tone. ‘I do not believe I shall forgive you.’ She smiled. ‘But thank you for allowing me to give you a tour of the house. It was most kind.’
He grinned. ‘It certainly was more than I ever thought it would be.’
The coach started to move.
‘Goodbye!’ Genna sat back, but turned to look out the back window as the coach pulled away.
Rossdale dismounted from his horse and stood with Penford watching the coach leave.
They watched until the coach travelled out of their sight.
Lorene fretted on the road back to Tinmore Hall. ‘I wish we had not gone. He will have been frantic with worry when we did not return last night.’
Did she fear the effect of Tinmore’s worry on his health or that he would blame her for their absence?
‘He wanted us to go,’ Genna reminded her. ‘He ordered us to go.’
Lorene curled up in the corner of the carriage, making herself even smaller. ‘Still, we should not have gone.’
Genna tried to change the subject. ‘What did you think of our cousin, then? Lord Penford. Did you know he just inherited the title this summer?’
Lorene did not answer right away. ‘I did not know that,’ she finally said. ‘Perhaps that was why
