is a light breeze blowing, nothing more serious. I spoke to my captain earlier and he is confident we will make a speedy crossing.’ He held up one of the dishes. ‘Come, try the chicken, it is excellent. And you will feel much better for a good meal, I promise you.’
Mary was not sure she believed him, but she took some chicken and added a little rice and vegetables from the selection before her.
The meal proceeded comfortably enough; they kept the conversation to unexceptional topics and Mary’s anxiety eased. She was able to enjoy her meal and the wine that accompanied it, so that by the time the covers were removed and a small dish of sweetmeats placed upon the table she felt quite comfortable in the earl’s company.
‘You said experiences, Miss Endacott. Have you made many crossings?’ he asked, pushing the little dish towards her.
‘No, this will be my third.’
‘And how long have you lived abroad?’
‘About seven years. I joined my parents in Brussels when I left Miss Burchell’s school.’
‘But your family was originally from England?’
‘Yes. Papa went abroad in the short-lived peace of Amiens. He had friends in Brussels, so he decided to settle there rather than in France.’
‘Ah. His radical ideas drew unwelcome attention in this country, I suppose.’
Lord Randall’s tone held no hint of condemnation and she answered with more frankness than she was wont to show to any but close friends.
‘Yes. His support for the revolutionary government in France brought him a notoriety he did not deserve. He was outspoken, yes, he supported the new government and the redistribution of wealth, but when he realised that democracy, true democracy, was being crushed in a reign of terror he spoke out against it, just as vehemently. Alas, it was too late, his name was too closely associated with the revolution. It was very hard on Mama, especially after...’
‘After what, Miss Endacott?’
She hesitated and forced herself to speak.
‘My sister died that same year.’
‘That must have been very hard for you.’
‘It was.’ She touched her napkin to her lips, avoiding his eyes. That subject was too painful to dwell upon, even after all these years. ‘My father had run up considerable debts, too, and the only way to avoid debtors’ prison was to flee the country. He and Mama set up a girls’ academy in Brussels, based upon the precepts of Mary Wollstonecraft, but it was not a success.’ Talking of the school was safer ground. She even managed a wry smile. ‘The Bruxelloise were no more progressive in their thinking than the English. Very few wanted to give their daughters an education that would rival or even surpass that of their sons, so Papa was obliged to abandon his high ideals and include more dancing and pianoforte lessons, at the expense of Latin and Greek. When I joined them I became a teacher at the school.’
‘Really? But you could not have been more than a child yourself.’
‘I was seventeen. Very well qualified to teach the younger ones, I assure you. Your sister was at the same school, my lord, you must be aware that Miss Burchell’s establishment gave us an excellent education.’
‘It gave Harriett a lot of dangerously progressive ideas,’ he retorted.
Mary laughed. ‘Teaching women to think for themselves is not dangerously progressive, Lord Randall.’
The look he gave her indicated that he disagreed.
‘And you took over the school when your father died?’
‘Yes. He had insisted I continue my studies when I joined him, so I was able to teach the older girls, too, by then.’
‘When did he die?’
‘Four years ago. My mother had passed on twelve months earlier, so I was alone. I took control—there was nothing else to be done. If I had sold the school there would not have been enough funds to support me for very long.’
‘Could you not have considered marriage?’
Her brows went up. She was comfortable enough now in his presence to challenge him.
‘You would advocate wedlock, when you will not contemplate it for yourself? That is rather hypocritical, my lord.’
‘Not at all. I freely admit that marriages can be successful, if one is fortunate. Hattie and her husband, for example, are very happy together.’
‘I am sure that is not merely a matter of chance, my lord. As with anything that is worth having, a happy marriage has to be worked at, by both parties.’
‘I am sure you are right,’ he conceded. He rested his elbows on the table and leaned forward. ‘But if not wedlock, was there no man amongst your radical acquaintances who would support you?’
She shook her head.
‘There has never been anyone for whom I have felt strongly enough to give up my independence.’
‘No one? Not even for a, er, temporary liaison?’
‘Do you mean have I had a lover?’ She met his eye without flinching. ‘Not one, Lord Randall.’
If she had expected to embarrass him into an apology, she did not succeed. He merely held her gaze.
‘No. He would have to be a very special man to win you, Mary Endacott.’
The compliment was unexpected and her cheeks flamed. Quickly she looked away, concentrating on choosing another little treat from the dish of sweetmeats while he continued as if he had said nothing amiss.
‘So you became a schoolmistress. It could not have been easy for a young lady on her own.’
‘It was challenging, certainly, but I had been involved in running the school since I arrived in Brussels, so I knew what was required. I abandoned the last vestiges of the radical education Papa had envisaged for his pupils and concentrated upon providing an excellent education for young ladies of refinement. Besides English, of course, and arithmetic, we teach geography, natural history, French and Italian, dancing classes, singing, harp and pianoforte. I was obliged to include some religious instruction, although it went sadly against the grain, but I salve my conscience by also teaching Latin and Greek, natural philosophy and Classics to the older children.
‘Word spread and the school began to grow, slowly. The Endacott Academy for Young Ladies is now one of the foremost establishments in Brussels, and not only for the Bruxelloise. I have a large number of English pupils, too.’ She smiled. ‘My father was not the only one whose financial situation made it expedient to leave England. However, I insist that fees are paid in advance.’
‘I admire your spirit. It takes courage and determination to make a success of such a venture.’
‘It was certainly hard work, but it is easier now. I have good staff working for me.’ She smiled. ‘What have I said? Why do you look at me in that way?’
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