the persons to one’s right and left.
Further, no one here dressed for dinner. Although the brothers washed hands and faces after their chores, they’d come to the table in their work clothes, dusty trousers and all. Nor did footmen serve the meal. Instead, the cook and the young ladies carried steaming bowls and platters to the table. Everyone passed the food around and served themselves. At least Garrick’s and Percy’s valets possessed the good sense to decline Mrs. Northam’s invitation to eat with the family, insisting upon eating in the kitchen with the cook. Perhaps Rita, the senior servant despite being quite young, could explain to Roberts and Richards how she ran the household so they wouldn’t get underfoot while tending to their own duties.
To Garrick’s relief, after supper the two older sons and their families departed for their nearby homes, leaving behind a measure of peace, as well as a minor concern. Guests in an English house were expected to participate in the evening’s entertainment: reporting the latest news, joining a game of whist, offering to read a favorite passage from a book. What did one do to amuse Americans in the evening? Travel weary though he was, he must somehow participate in whatever activities they offered or risk offending his host.
Colonel Northam soon put that concern to rest while igniting another. Like the military officer he’d been, he ordered Tolley to entertain Percy and sent Garrick and Rosamond to his office. Considering the young lady’s obvious dislike, Garrick steeled himself for an uncomfortable interview.
“Have a seat.” The Colonel waved them to leather chairs in front of his desk. Mrs. Northam sat beside her husband. “I know you’re both tired, so I won’t keep you long. Just want to give you some marching orders so you can get started on Monday. That’s the day I’m leaving on business, so it’s on your shoulders now.”
“Father, this hotel business is a complete surprise to me.” Rosamond fidgeted. “You said in your letters I could build my high school this summer.”
A high school? Garrick sat up straighter and eyed the pretty lady beside him. Obviously, she had a concern for the education and welfare of the lower classes, just as her namesake in Jane Eyre did. His esteem for her rose.
“No reason you can’t do both.” The Colonel’s affection for his daughter resonated in his paternal tone and warm gaze. “Plenty of workers around now that this leg of the railroad’s finished.”
“Yes, but—” Her voice was tight, and her smile a grimace. “Surely Mr. Wakefield has made his plans. Why would he need my help?”
The Colonel chuckled indulgently. “The hotel needs a woman’s touch, and your mother has enough to do. That leaves you. Why did I send you to boarding school if you aren’t going to use what you learned? Not only that—” he held up a letter, and Garrick could see the elegant W of Uncle’s seal on the stationery “—Lord Westbourne likes the idea just fine. He has complete trust in you and Garrick to create a fine establishment for European and American tourists alike.”
“Well, then.” Miss Northam clearly didn’t care for the project any more than Garrick, but she at least had her school. Garrick’s future, and Helena’s, depended entirely upon this man’s good opinion and cooperation. “With your approval, sir, we can begin tomorrow.” Against his usual reserved behavior toward young ladies, he offered what he hoped was a charming smile to Rosamond. “Shall we?”
She returned one of her prim looks. “I believe Father said Monday. Tomorrow I’ll help my brothers with cattle branding. Then I’ll take Percy to meet Beryl. And of course the day after, we’ll go to church. Do you attend church, Mr. Wake—Garrick?”
“Rosamond!” Mrs. Northam’s soft voice resounded with shock. “Of course he goes to church.”
Colonel Northam laughed out loud. “At least he will while he’s in this house, won’t you, my boy?”
Heat rushed up Garrick’s neck. Did they mean to insult him, or was this just banter, like the dinner table conversation? He’d choose to believe the latter. “I try never to miss church, sir. Nothing sets the tone of a man’s week like an hour of worship and a stirring sermon.”
“Well spoken. You’ll be glad to know our Reverend Thomas always delivers a thought-provoking message.” The Colonel stood and reached over the desk. Garrick rose and shook his hand. “Now you get a good night of sleep. If you’re interested in watching the cattle branding tomorrow, you’re welcome to come on out. If not, please feel free to use my library.” He indicated the shelves Garrick had perused earlier. “Good night.”
With this clear dismissal, Garrick took his leave of these people who held his future. As he trudged up the elegant front staircase and down the long hallway, he could hear laughter coming from Percy’s room. Through the partially open door, he saw Tolley was paying Percy a visit, as ordered by his father. Apparently the two got along well. Garrick was happy for his cousin. As long as he enjoyed himself, he’d stay in Colorado, where Garrick would need him now more than ever, should things become impossible for him to bear.
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“Now, Rosamond.” Father gave her a rare stern look. “I understand your concerns, but working on both projects will prepare you for your many and varied headmistress duties.”
“Yes, Father.” How could she argue against his faith in her? Didn’t she believe just as strongly in her own ability to manage the school and at the same time teach both boys and girls just a few years younger than herself?
“You can always ask me for ideas.” Mother came around the desk to sit in the chair Garrick had vacated. She grasped Rosamond’s hand. “As a girl, I spent many happy days visiting my grandfather’s hotel in Philadelphia. And, of course, the hotels in Italy cannot be surpassed. I can describe them to you in detail, and I’ll help in any other way you ask.”
“Now, Charlotte, I won’t have you overdoing. You manage the house. That’s enough.” Father’s eyes filled with concern. “In fact, you need more help, and I don’t mean Rosamond. She’ll be busy. I’m going to hire more help for the gardening and other such things.”
“Oh, Frank, don’t coddle me.” Mother gave him an intimate smile, one that made Rosamond ache for the kind of love her parents shared. “I’m fine. Now, enough about me. Let’s hear about Rosamond’s trip home.”
Taking the hint, Rosamond launched into a description of her last days at the academy, the graduation ceremony during which both she and Beryl had received academic awards and their lengthy train travels. They’d already heard about the attempted robbery from Sheriff Lawson, so she brushed past the event. When she almost fell asleep in the middle of her own narrative, her parents ushered her upstairs to the comforting warmth of her bedroom.
Despite her exhaustion, she knelt beside her window as she had as a child to view the sparkling diamonds sprinkled across the velvet black sky. In Boston, with its many streetlamps and lighted buildings, she’d missed the stark beauty of Colorado’s nighttime skies. She’d also missed this window spot, where she’d learned to pray and to leave every concern in the Lord’s hands. Tonight she prayed for Beryl, anticipating their reunion tomorrow. She prayed for her school and her future students and, finally, for willingness to obey Father in helping the Englishman build the hotel.
When she awoke the next day, the sun already shone on the alfalfa field outside her window. In the bright midmorning light, everything seemed possible, even working alongside Garrick. A joyful, giddy feeling swept through her as she dug around in her wardrobe for her split skirt, plaid shirtwaist and riding boots. After donning her comfortable cowgirl garb,
