Chapter Forty - Elliot - A Race for Redemption

As usual, my feelings were see-sawing. Only a moment ago I had felt no greater than a discarded melon rine and now I was striding along like an aristocrat inspecting his gardens. And all because of Nora. It was always because of Nora. All it took was a smile, a grip of my arm, a dance, or a squeeze of my hand and I was a completely new man.

I laughed at myself. At my raw luck. To think she'd actually come to me this time, after everything. And it was only to comfort, not to knock me in the head with her suitcase as she ought.

"Well," I pulled my cap out of my pocket and onto my head with a grin, "I must've done something right."

Moving on along the dirt path that led from the hill, I turned my thoughts back to my seedling of a plan. The gears in my mind were turning madly, now that they had the proper fuel to get them working. Now that someone sincerely believed in me and refused to watch me give up. Now that I had something to fight for.

 The plan thus far actually came from a short conversation I'd had clear back at our engagement ball. Nathaniel had asked what I would do once my cover was blown and I'd basically told him I'd yank his cover off in my fall. Empty threats at the time, but now that such was really the case and now that he was trying to push himself onto someone like Nora I decided it was the only way to stop him.

And his intentions to rob Mr. Harrington remained as deep as ever. Though I knew mine had as well only a week ago, I wanted to do all that I could to change that. I didn't want the estate, I simply wanted to finally prove myself. The original goal of this whole charade, deep down. And if I could keep the slippery Mr. Scott from tearing apart any more families in the process, then great.

But...how? The now-pointless auction was this morning. I mean I could obviously charge into the square and jab and accusing finger at him, shouting crimes all the way, but they wouldn't believe me. Not a word that came out of my mouth. I needed some sort of ground or proof. Nathaniel had left none and my reputation had left even less. If I could only get someone who'd stand with me on it, like a witness. I wasn't about to ask Nora. She'd done more than enough as it was and I was still trying to protect her reputation.

Blowing out my breath, I looked up to see how far from town I was. Before me was the home I had come to learn belonged to the Hodges family. From there, town was a short walk away.

I didn't want to go back quite yet and would rather avoid... My eyes focused back on the house. A slow smile grew on my face as it dawned on me. If I wasn't going to get the assistance from the person who's help I least deserved, why not try for the person who's help I second-to-least deserved?

***

 

"Hodges!" I banged on the door, "Hodges! Hodges I--"

 

It swung open and I had to stop my urgent knocking before I hit the parisher in the nose.

"Oh," I grinned, "You're here!"

 

"Yes," he said slowly, his deep eyes full of suspicion and confusion, "I'm...normally here. To help my mother."

 

"Well I just didn't know if you'd be at the..." I realized I was already losing his interest and cleared my throat instead, leaning up against the doorframe, "Listen. I need your help with something."

 

Slam! Right on my fingertips.

 

"Ow!" I yelped, yanking them free. I laughed and knocked again with the other hand, "Wait! Bertram!"

No response. I composed myself and tried a different tactic by clearing my throat and taking on a more serious tone, "Mr. Clergyman, sir?"

Silence.

"...Lord of the Harvest?"

 

It opened a few exasperated inches, "What do you want, Elliot?"

 

I gave a self-concious chuckle, uneasy at his tone, "First off, I suppose I should apologize."

 

His frown told me that was obvious.

 

"I...well I didn't mean to hurt you or Nora. I was foolish and acted rashly. I had no idea of the concequences it would bring. Well, I suppose I had some idea, but nothing like this.  I will admit, no matter what image I put up, you hit the nail on the head with your sermon and I've been tripping over myself ever since."

 

I intended to end it there but a flood of emotion suddenly filled me, which was completely unplanned for and totally inconvenient. It was one thing to pour out my heart to Nora, the woman who possessed it. But to Hodges? Such wasn't the normal conversation topic between two men. Especially two men on the unspoken terms as we were.

 

Still, I suppose, dignity wise, I really had nothing else to lose.

 

"Heavens, you're a clergyman, Hodges," I muttered, "I...I need to set things right. My only problem is..." I sighed and shrugged my shoulders, "Everytime I try, I only make it worse. You were right; I've completely lost myself in this mess. I know you have every right to turn me down but..."

 

He sighed and stepped out, shutting the door behind him, "What do you need, Elliot?"

 

I gave a sad smile, "Now that I think about it, you won't be so willing once you hear."

"Well you got me outside."

 

True. It was indeed a milestone. I took a breath and began my whole backstory. My foolishness, Nathaniel's deceptions, the present state of my family. If I thought I was opening up before, now was even worse. By the end of it, I was completely vulnerable to this man I'd first taken to be less imposing. He knew my history, my doubts, my enemies. And he had every reason for revenge against me. I had torn him from his closest friend only to hurt her when she was no longer in his protection.

 

And his first response: "Nathaniel needs to be stopped."

 

I was tempted to clean out my ears; Bertram Hodges was agreeing with me? I thought I'd have to put the same amount into convincing him of my plan as I had in convincing him of me.

 

"When's the auction?" I asked.

"In a quater of an hour I think."
I frowned and reached for the pocket watch that was no longer there, "Well that doesn't give us much time at all. Do you have a stagecoach?"
"No," he shook his head, "We sold ours awhile back. We should be able to make it on foot though. What's your big plan?"
"I'm going to reveal Mr. Scott for who he really is," I began, "And then, with no competition in the way, hopefully earn myself a part of the fortune. That's my only chance at it."
He sneered, "You sound real repentent."
I realized my mistake and shook my head, "It's not for me."

"Oh," he sounded a little surprised. He studied me over for a moment and the slightest hint of a smile appeared on his lips. Without another word, he opened the door again, said something to his mother, and grabbed his hat before stepping back out.

I smiled with relief and we hurried down the walkway to the corner of his street.
"You know they're not going to believe you," he pointed out as we waited for a chance to cross.
That long-lost smirk somehow found its way back to my face, "That's where you come in."

He shook his head and we both crossed the busy street onto the next walkway. From there we kept up a rather quick pace as we zigzagged through the crowds. That alone drew attention, to say nothing of the fact that the town's newest parisher was walking shoulder to shoulder with the town's newest criminal. This was why I'd been hoping for a stagecoach.

"So," I took my eyes off a gawking group of gossiping women and looked back down at this stalwart man, "You know why I'm doing this. I'd like to know why you are."
"Believe me," he smirked, "If I didn't despise you a pinch less than Nathaniel Scott, I wouldn't be."

I laughed and continued to follow him. He took out his pocket watch--an older type with the face slightly cracked--and frowned. Turning to me, he cocked an eyebrow.

"How experienced of a runner are you, Mr. Snyder?"

 

Chapter Thirty-Nine - Nora - A sprout of Hope

The carriage came to a complete stop, and I stuck my head out the window. Same old town, same old landscape. Even though I feared the worst, it seemed nothing had changed, well visibly. That was a good sign; at least no one was running Elliot out of town-yet.

I paid the horseman and took my bags, feeling unsure what to expect, or where to go. Sure, I could go to my family, but I'd only get the lecture of how right I was to walk away from Elliot when I had the chance, and I certainly didn't want to hear that.

I knew I wanted to find Elliot, if only for an explanation, only I had no clue where he would be. I thought for a fleeting moment to go and find Charles, maybe ask him where Elliot might be, but that meant risking running into his family, which could get a little complicated.

I tried to think of friends Elliot could have gone to, but none came to mind. Frowning, I realized Elliot was about as friendless and desperate as a man got. Unfortuately, my new found sympathy for him helped me in no way in the search to find him.

Sighing, I clutched my suitcases even closer to me as I began my walk into town. No doubt today was going to be a long day.

*

"I don't know, the lazy lout. I fink I mig't of sawn 'im 'eaded that way." The gruff shop owner pointed, interestingly enough towards my house, causing me to perk my eyebrow in surprise.

"Are you sure it was him?" I asked, keeping my voice down to a conspiratoral whisper.

"Of course it was 'im! He's all this town 'as been talking about the last few days!" The man growled, getting a little defensive I questioned his testimony.

"Well thank you." I gave a small curtsey and headed the way he pointed, only hoping this lead wasn't as false as the rest.

I had no idea what to do, or why I was so intent on finding Elliot. Perhaps it was something about his letter. Certainly he hadn't seemed to earn my forgiveness yet, although being hated by everyone in town was somewhat of a start. And yet, here I was, searching half the town over in hopes of finding the man.

Just as I begun to mutter to myself how utterly hopeless all of this was, I heard a russling to my left, and I turned my head on impulse. And there he was, frozen in his seat underneath the tree Hodges' and I called our own. He looked utterly horrified, and in such a state of disarray, I was almost unsure whether to approach him as I had in mind, or keep on walking, if only for the sake of his mental health. 

It took me no more than a second to realize I had to talk to him, and so I set my suitcases down and walked over to him, my hands already on my hips, as I felt a lecture coming on.

"I'm sorry Nora. I can't tell you how sorry I am. I'm just-"

"Sorry, I know." I surpressed the lecture, knowing it would do more harm then help. Instead, I took a seat next to him, as his inqusitive face spoke volumes about his wonder and amazement. "The letter kind of took care of that."

"Oh." And for the first time in Elliot's life, he had nothing more to say. I would have laughed had the conditions been right. Unfortunately, we were both in difficult positions, and the time for joking was past.

"I came looking for you, but not to tell you off, or to tell you how angry and betrayed I feel or felt. I came to ask how you are. How you're dealing with all of this." I looked him over, realizing he wasn't doing to good without him even having to answer.

"Well on the one hand, the whole town hates my guts. And on the other, I've ruined all chances of ever cleaning my name financially. And that's not even touching on the subject of how I came close to soiling your name and reputation. Odds aren't in my favor, and the outcome isn't looking to grand from where I'm sitting." He slouched, defeated and overwhelmed.

"Elliot, you can't give up that easily." I frowned, wondering why it was that I felt the urgency to comfort him. Perhaps it was that I was his one true friend right now, and he had no one else to turn to. "The Elliot I was engaged to wasn't a quiter, and most certainly didn't hide from his problems either. He would have found another way, taken action to fix everything."

Elliot shook his head, not even daring to look in my eyes. "Don't you see Nora? That's the problem. I'm not that Elliot. That Elliot was a sham, nothing but charm and fancy clothing. It was all a lie."

I paused, thinking hard. "What if that's not true? What if that Elliot and the Elliot sitting in front of me are the same person? They both look the same, sound the same, and who's to say they don't act the same?" Without thinking, I moved my hand until it was over his, and I squeezed his hand, hoping to give him some kind of encouragement. 

I could tell the gears in his head were turning, trying to figure something out, or maybe just processing what I said. Suddenly, he lept up, and I stood up too, in alarm.

"I'm going to make everything right Nora, just you wait and see." He gave me no time to move, but leaned in and kissed me softly on my cheek, before taking off towards the parsonage "You won't be sorry you said those things. I'm going to prove you right!" He yelled, excitement laced through his words. He gave a final wave before he took off in a run, cap and all.

This time I did laugh out loud, letting a smile of amusement light my face. I knew Elliot would have something up his sleeve, and it would only be a matter of time until I found out what.

Chapter Thirty-Eight - Elliot - Taken

The suitcase hit me square in the chest, knocking me back. I grabbed it just as it fell open, littering the cobblestone with its contents.
"And stay out!" the hotel manager growled, slamming the door to finalize his point.

Several noticed the outburst but I paid them no mind, simply kneeling to gather all the clothing up.

That could've gone smoother. I should've followed my instincts and left yesterday but I'd been too busy trying to make it through all the confusion in order to mail Nora's letter; which, because of my lack of education, I'd felt totally inadequate in writing. My spelling was good, but my handwriting wasn't especially fine and I wrote how I spoke. There was nothing formal about it and it made me feel terribly self-concious, but at least, after a chaotic day, it had been sent. I had actually been glad that the rumors hadn't reached the hotel manager until this morning, allowing me a bed for one more night.

"I own the best quality hotel for miles around!" he'd hollered this morning, my things already packed and on the front desk. It bothered me that he'd gone through my belongings while I was busy, but my opinnion had no place for the moment.
"And I'll not have anyone soiling my reputation. I will not be taken advantage of!" he slowly began to back me towards the door, "So I want you to leave, Mr. Snyder, and Heaven help if I ever discover  you even within a block of my hotel!"


I shook my head with a smirk and stood up again, headed for Charles' house. On the bright side, I'd would no longer have to the pay the full amount for five months; only three.

Charles' maid let me in, which was unusual. At this point though, I simply accepted the fact that I'd been welcomed and waited for her to fetch my cousin. When he entered the parlor I noticed a tired look behind his usual smile.

"Have a seat, Elliot."

I shook my head, "I shouldn't be long. I only came to return this." I handed over the suitcase and he accepted it, trying to gauge the full meaning behind my actions.

"I put the rest of the money you lent me inside. I'm really sorry Charles. I really am. I've ruined everything."

"Not everything," he retorted.
I sneered, "You're a saintly soul, dear cousin, but please. List one thing that I haven't completely destroyed."

"Well...actually I believe I may be one of those," he muttered, "People have stopped by offering their sympathies to Mrs. Lettington and I that we were so misused by our very own blood relative. Now I know I didn't spread such news."

I shrugged, "You're a good citizen. People would generally assume you had nothing to do with such falsehoods. "

"Why did you do it?" he rode over me me, "After all, the scheme had originally been mine. It was I that convinced you to come here in the first place. You didn't need to go out of your way to protect us."

"Honestly, Charles," I sneered, "I owe you far too much not to.  And I will repay it in full as soon as I can."

He studied me for a moment and then smiled.
"You've changed Elliot. For the better. I hope you're family realizes that as well."

 Finally, he stepped towards me and offered a handshake. I took it and was surprised when he yanked me into an embrace instead, suitcase and all.

"I wish you luck upon you're return home."

That wasn't yet my decision but I only smiled and pulled away, "Thank you."

***

Everyone's eyes trailed me as walked down the familiar streets. Their smiles and greetings were gone now, replaced with glares and whispers. I simply kept my hands in my trouser pockets and moved on, offering a half-smile to the few who accidentally met my gaze although they would only turn away.

My abilities were limited as to what I could about the situation. All my costumes were with Charles now so I couldn't hide behind them. I was left with the clothes I had worn upon my arrival: a white shirt with a brown vest, trousers, a pair of scuffed boots with a hole in the heel of one and in the toe of the other, and a small cap that I kept crumpled in my hand as there was no use for it now.

"Go back to where you belong, Snyder," a passerby angrily muttered. I chose to ignore him and moved on.
"Poor Miss Ainsworth," I heard another moan, "The dear must be shamefully embarressed."
Someone next to them laughed, "And to think the Grantsville Estate could've gone to him. What a good scheme that would have been!"

I just kept walking,  no apparent destination in mind only a desire for some peace and quiet. And I eventually found it atop a hill with an invigorating view and a shady tree. A little winded from the climb and exhausted from everything else, I sunk down into the grass beneath it and rested my head back on the trunk.

 Three words. Three words had triggered this downward spiral my life had taken. The one's I'd spoken in Mr. Ainsworth's office: Yes. Of. Course. 

Absolutely Ridiculous. You'd think with all the planning and scheming and detail work that went into it, my downfall would consist of something much more intricate. Especially with how confident I had started out.

 

Either way, I needed to decide what I was going to do now. My family had, for the most part, given up on me and left. Though I wasn't officially disowned, I certainly wasn't welcomed. Not unless I had something to offer, which I didn't. Other than an extra pair of hands to pay off the debt and a pair of knees to beg upon of course, but I wanted something more before I returned. Something that could really assist them. And I refused to stay here with Charles until then; it would undo all my efforts in protecting him.

 

So what, then? Elliot Samuelson had left and robbed Elliot Snyder of any place in the world. Not with his family, not here, and certainly not with Nora Ainsworth. Nathaniel Scotts would again snatch up another victory from me with the estate. Not that I cared anymore. Of course the fortune was exactly what I was in the greatest need of at the moment, but I had no honorable reason to be taking it. I had little incentive on the matter anyways as my family wouldn't be impressed with stolen money. And even if there was a reason, I lacked the ambition. Or perhaps not the ambition, but the purpose. There was nothing about the Gransville Estate that I cared enough about to march back into town past all the naysayers.

I suddenly grew weary of the headache and leaned foward with a sigh, looking out across the sprawling town below. My eyes fell on the steeple of the church and I gave a mirthless chuckle.

 

Bertram Hodges was a regular genius. Just as he had said, this whole masquerade had caused me to lose myself. Maybe not my "soul" persay, but something close to it. My body seemed to have only one occupant now: emptiness. I was a slave to my own misdoings. And just as he'd prophesied, I had been taken in the devices I had imagined.

Chapter Thirty-Seven - Nora - Letters

"Not even a week here and you've already gotten a letter. My Nora, quite the social bug, aren't we?" My Aunt grinned and handed the letter over, not another word would be spoken on the matter. Unlike my sisters, my aunt knew not to pry, and left the letter alone.

We were breakfasting together, and I felt some sort of peace, well, temporary peace for the moment. My aunt had been wonderful, and so had London, with no heartache, no gossiping townsfolk, and most importantly, no Elliot.

But the letter brought me back to reality- my problems were still there, even if I couldn't see them. I read the sender and my heart dropped. Nathaniel Scott. Well, it could have been worse-Elliot for example, but I had been hoping for more of a break. Had it been the best scenerio, it would have been a letter from my father, or even better, Hodges, but unfortunately, it was going to be a polite acquaintance letter I would have to reply to.

Careful not to ruin the wax seal, I opened the letter, reading:

"Dear Miss Ainsworth,

Certain situations have arisen, of which I felt the need to aware you, as they do have direct affect on you.

The gentleman you have been aquainted with as a 'Mr. Samuelson', is in fact, not a gentleman at all, but a pauper, whose real name is Mr. Elliot Snyder.

However, you are not the only one who has been tricked by Mr. Snyder's scheming. All of the town was charmed and taken in by his false pretenses, and have only found out recently that he has lied to the whole of us, luckily, and in time too, before your father or the Grantsvillle Estate could fall into his undeserving hands.

Mr. Snyder's mask of deceit was only unvealed upon his family's arrival into town, as they all made known to us what this fellow was really made of.

He's a liar, a traitor, and worse of all, he has played with you and your father's feelings.

I could only hope in writing a letter of my condolence, you would be somewhat comforted, as I know this will be a hard time for you, as for all of us, who Mr. Snyder has hurt.

I hope you won't consider me too forward if I say the only pleasure I get is knowing you will be arriving home soon. I hope you realize that my arms will be free if you feel the need to look for comfort in them. I have always felt a strong inclination to you Miss Ainsworth, and feel you were the least deserving of Mr. Snyder's unworthy affections.

I will be ever looking forward to your reply.

Best Wishes,

Mr. Scotts"


I frowned, setting the letter down. Although I tried to direct them elsewhere, they fell upon Elliot, and how he must be feeling. And though I hated to admit it, my heart ached for him. He'd be alone, friendless, and no doubt, the most hated in town. Not undeserving, well, okay he didn't deserve all of it, and all because of his family. Clearly he didn't have the best relationship with them.

And Mr. Scotts... I frowned as I scanned the last paragraph again. I had no idea what he was thinking or what he expected of me, but whatever it was couldn't happen, even if my heart wasn't engaged elsewhere.

I sighed, making my aunt look up from her breakfast. She gave me a small smile. "Perhaps you would like to go for a walk in the garden this morning? Hmm?"

I grinned at her, she always knew what I needed. "Shall we?"

*

I untied my bonnet as I stepped into the drawing room. The walk had been good-amazing even, but it had to end, and that meant back to the task at hand, writing a letter back to Mr. Scotts. I didn't want to, but if it meant sooner rather than later, I'd sooner be over with it than have it looming over my head like a dark cloud.

Mustering up some kind of response, I spent no time writing out the letter, making the correct responses and adding just enough politeness without it being too formal.

When it came to responding to the dreaded last paragraph Mr. Scotts had written,-I cringed just thinking of it- I carefully debated my words, trying to figure out what I wanted to say. 

Finally, I came up with something;

"I thank you for your sympathies Mr. Scotts, and they do not go unnoticed. However, as of right now, I am not in a postion to accept any  attentions from anyone. You will have to agree with me, that because of the situation at hand, it would be suitable for both of us not to be associated in that way. Although your friendship is very valued and cherished."

Finally, what seemed like hours later, I finished, very satisfied with what I had written. Just as I addressed the envelope, sealed it, and then sent it off with one of my aunt's servants to be sent off, my aunt's doorman entered, another letter in hand.

"For you Miss." He handed it to me, as I sat, dumbfounded. Two letter's in one day? That was very unusual.

I studied the envelope. Where as Mr. Scott's letter had had golden lettering, this one had been scrawled in a hurry; the sender hadn't even taken the time to properly seal it.

Mr. Elliot Snyder the sender line read. My heartbeat quickened. I desperately felt like ripping it open, reading it as quickly as I could for any news from him, but my head got the better of me. I felt disgusted with myself. I should just throw the letter away. He didn't deserve any more of my time.

I flipped the letter over and over, debating what to do. Finally, my heart decided and I opened the letter, promising myself I would read it, but then quickly throw it away without another thought upon him.

"Dear Nora,

I know I don't deserve anything more from you. To be honest, I'll be a little surprised if you do actually read this, as I don't even deserve that from you. But you deserve something from me. Well, a lot of things from me, but an explanation would be a start.

As you probably suspected, this is not my first aquaintance with Mr. Scotts. I cannot say the time has been pleasurable, but nonetheless, you of all people deserve to know the truth.

Mr. Scott's isn't who he says he is. I know, that's quite a statement coming from the likes of me. But it's true Nora- you've got to believe me. He's a fraud, a schemer, a liar of all things.

He's the reason I haven't a penny to my name. You see, before you knew either of us, Mr. Scott and I had an understanding.

What happened is complicated, nevertheless, I'm sure if anyone would understand, it would be you.

See, my parents and I have never had a close relationship, to put it lightly. They've always seen me more of a burden than anything else and I was determined to prove them wrong the only way I knew how. That was, I was going to make enough money to establish myself in society.

I knew Nathaniel for a about a months time, as he was new in town, but he was obviously established and wanting for naught.  He had boasted of being a wealthy business man, even going out of his way to spend his money lavishly on the finer things. When he said he needed a partner in his business, well, I thought it was going to be all too easy. And it had been.

It took only a little persuasion on my part for Nathaniel to allow me into his partnership. Nathaniel showed me the figures, and it all looked right to me. I was quite antsy to get underway, and wanted to hurry it along. The only thing holding us back from making twice the amount of money we were worth, Nathaniel said, was that I had to invest half of the money for the business, and he would provide the rest.

I scavanged for money. I wanted to make it all on my own, but there was just no way. So I did the thing that was the last thing I wanted to do on earth. I asked my father for money.

They tried to warn me, all of them did, and I took no heed. It was my salvation, my proving to the world I could be something. When Nathaniel took my money and ran, nobody was surprised but myself. I was blindsided, fooled. I had taken the bait, just as Nathaniel expected I would.

My parents were furious- I had left them with nothing, lost all my father had worked for, and they wanted to disown me. I had to go, and so I turned to the only man I could-my cousin Charles.

The only good thing I learned from Nathaniel was how to bluff. So that's when Charles and I thought of this scheme. Through letters we talked it over, making it almost flawless. And just when I thought my parents were going to completely leave me to the streets, I left, without a trace, telling noone where I was going.

It was going smoothly, right up until Mr. Scotts and I met again. Neither of us had planned for that.

I only tell you this in hopes you are weary of whatever Nathaniel is planning. I can only imagine what schemes he has in mind for your family.

I am truly sorry for any pain I have caused you Nora. I could utter a thousand apologies and it still wouldn't be enough.

Sorry in all regards,

Elliot"

The letter fell from my hands as my hands flew instead to my mouth. It was all too much to process. But one thing was certain- I would have to go back. There was no running away from my problems; it was time I faced them head on.

Chapter Thirty-Six - Elliot - Ruined

“Sorry, Elliot. Nora left to visit a relative this morning.”

“Oh. Well thank you, sir. I’ll just…” I half-way tipped my hat and shifted my eyes, unable to meet his gaze, “I’ll just try later then.”

“I’m afraid that won’t be necessary, Mr. Samuelson,” he said, almost as uncomfortable as I was, “I’m not sure what you did to Nora but she seemed adamantly against this marriage. I’ve pushed her far enough, as her father, and I’ve decided my loyalties lie with her first. Thank you for your time and consideration.”

So she had broken it off afterall. An official farewell. I was no longer welcomed as a son, just formally dismissed as a businessman. And it was no more than I deserved, especially since she already seemed to have protected my real identity.

“I regret that things didn’t go the way we planned,” I said, being truthful for once, “But I respect your decision, Mr. Ainsworth. You are a very good man.”

He gave me a smile and then shut the door.



I’d have to try explaining it to her in a letter. Of course, there was the chance she’d dispose of it the moment she saw my name on the envelope but it was worth a try. Even if nothing happened between us after this, I wanted her to know the truth.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Samuelson."

I stopped and looked up at the sound of Nathaniel's voice, unable to summon my usual grin
"Good afternoon."

"Recovered from the late ball?" Charolette asked. I hadn't noticed her there until she stepped around Nathaniel, a knowing laugh in her eyes. I finally managed a tight smile and nodded.
"Yes, thank you for your concern."

We fell silent after that. I wanted to just push through the two and move on my way but, according to the crowd sprawling around us, such a motion would be considered suspicious and impolite.
"Charolette, my dear," Nathaniel finally spoke up, "You go on ahead and finish your errands. I'm afraid I'll have to catch up with you in a moment; I need to talk with Mr. Samuelson about some business matters. I shall meet you back at the square."

He lifted her hand to his lips and gracefully kissed the back of it. She smiled and, with an unusual willingness, left to do just that.

My eyes narrowed as I watched this man. What had I ever found so intriguing about him as to fall for his deceptions?

"I see that businessmen aren't the only victims to your scams."
He looked over at me, a confused smile on his face, "What can you mean, Elliot?"
"I don't know," I smirked, "Why don't you ask Minerva? Or was it Nora? Perhaps Charolette?"
A shrug, "My father always said that a man does what he can afford to, Mr. Samuelson. A lesson I'm sure you've learned by now."
"Then you are living far beneath your privliges, Mr. Scott," I thought aloud, frustration and helplessness building up inside me. Here he was, a man with real means. A man who was adored by the Ainsworths and had the general approval of Nora. He didn't annoy her or bother her or hurt her and she liked him. And yet he was wasting it all! Taking her for granted, now that she was gone, and replacing her presence with a woman who was half her intelligence. Half her goodness.
"And suddenly you're an expert?" he smirked, "Oh. And by the way, your dear cousin had some visitors arrive several minutes ago. They seemed most anxious too see you."
He motioned further down the street towards Charles house where a large stagecoach was parked. A rather familiar large stagecoach.
"No," I muttered, the color draining from my face.
He chuckled and tipped his hat, "Nice seeing you, Mr. Snyder."


I raced up to Charles’ door. It was all I could do to knock casually instead of hammering it in. There was a muffled conversation from inside and then the sound of footsteps. To my great relief, it was Charles who answered to door. To his great relief, it was me who had arrived.

“Elliot,” he muttered with a nervous smile, glancing back over his shoulder, “Just the person we’ve been wanting to see.”

“Who’s we?” I quietly demanded, afraid that I already knew.

“Your family was in town and decided to pay a visit,” he smiled tersly, “Any clues as to why?”

I groaned.
“Did you send them the letter?”

“Why would I send them a letter?” I demanded, then, realizing the full meaning of the question, my eyes widened, “What letter?”

He shrugged, “That’s how they discovered you. Someone sent them a friendly postage inviting them to my house.”

I scowled. “Nathaniel.”

If anyone here knew my family’s address, it was him. He must’ve sent it back when, with the banker on my side, it seemed I had the upper hand. It was no wonder he had known of their arrival.

“What?” he searched my face for a greater explanation.

“Charles, dear,” his wife called from inside, “Who is it?”

We were both thrown into a sudden panic.

“Forget the letter,” Charles shook his head, “We’re…we’re just going to have to play this the best we can. If you can get them in on our scheme your reputation could still be safe.”

I sighed. Suddenly I didn't want my reputation. I needed it, but I didn't want it. I was tired of Mr. Samuelson and his lies. It wasn't me. At least, the me I had discovered while I was here. Strange how acting like someone else had helped me to discover who I really was. And pulling an estate out from under a well-meaning and generous man suddenly didn't seem fit that. Or at least, I didn't want it to.

Either way, I followed Charles inside. We walked into his parlor and I was surprised to see everyone there. Not just my parents and my kid sister Margaret. But my eldest sister Agnes, her husband, and my older brother Fredrick Jr. 

Everyone bowed politely, but that didn't hide the complete and utter contempt in their eyes. Before ,I might've cowered or bristled at this, but today it only made me feel regret.  
"Very hospitable for your cousin to let you stay in his home," my mother glowered, "I dare say you wouldn't have managed yourself otherwise."
"It was," I nodded, unsure what else to say. The last time I'd been the presence of these people we'd been in a heated argument. One that ended with my brother walking out, my mother crying, and my father numbly picking up the paper. And it had been me that had caused it all, discovering that Nathaniel had run off with all the money I had invested in him. The exact concequence my family had warned me about.
"So how have you been these past months?" my father asked.
"Fine, thank you."
"What have you been doing?" Fredrick interrogated, furrowing his brows and looking down his nose at me, as he always did.
"I'm...," I sighed, realizing how unrealistic it would sound to them, "I'm about to inherit the Gransville Estate."

They looked as though I had summoned lightning from the Heavens and, for a moment, I thought I might actually have them convinced. Until Margaret spoke up.
"You?" she snorted, "I supposed that would explain the monkey suit."
As usual, she wasn't very disciplined for one of fifteen. I supposed my parents had been too busy trying to discipline me lately.  Either way, her comment seemed to give everyone else permission to doubt as well.
"Enough of this, Elliot," my mother stepped towards the door, "You're coming back home."
"Um," Charles finally spoke up, trying his best to provide me some assistance, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Snyder, but I'm afraid he can't leave."
My father looked over at him wearily, "Mr. Lettington, surely you wouldn't keep our own son from us."
"Well you see," he gulped as their glares shifted in his direction, "Elliot is...Elliot's engaged."
I shot him a look as my mother's face turned scarlet.
"Engaged?!" she stomped up to me.
"No!" I held up my gloved hands innocently, "No. I'm not engaged."
Charles looked at me questioningly and I motioned that I'd explain later.
"Well I should hope not!" she huffed.
Margaret giggled, "She'd truly have to desperate. Or daft to want you for a husband."
"Come Elliot," my father put a firm hand on my shoulder and began pushing me towards the door. I undecidedly let him, trying to sort out where I stood. Naive Agnes didn't help.

"All will be well," she smiled, hanging on the arm of my rich brother-in-law, "You can come home and help pay off the debt. Father has been working ever so hard since you left. And I doubt anyone will miss you here."

The last line was really one I didn't need to be reminded of.  It was only a matter of time before it came true so was it really worth staying? If I left now then Charles would be safe. He could easily tell everyone that I had an unexpected family emergency and had to return home, regretfully falling out of the competition for the estate. I could go back to life as it had been before.

We reached the door to the porch and Charles followed behind helplessly, waiting for me to make a move.
"Sorry our stay has been so short," my mother said,"But Fredrick here must get back to his business. Thank you for your hospitality and for helping us locate our son."

But I didn't want life like it had been before. With my wealthy siblings always flaunting themselves before me. With my parents constantly unsatisfied with my decisions. I had only tried to get rich quickly, as my sister did when she married and my brother did when he took an advanteous business opportunity. Mr. Scott's scam hadn't proved so successful.

This was my only chance at trying to prove myself. Even if I was only proving it to myself. I realized the last place I wanted to be was back at square one. And if they were leaving, then the odds would be back in my sorry favor. And besides that, I still had a letter to write.

"I'm sorry," I pulled away once we approached the stagecoach, "I can't return with you."

My mother sighed, "Elliot, you're being ridiculous."
"No, mother, you just need to give me a chance. The same way you gave Fredrick one. It's the same thing."
"No, it is not," she spoke rather forcefully, her voice only increasing in volume as she continued, "It is not the same thing, son, and you know that. His was an honest endeavor. Your's is no more noble than that of a thief's. Estates aren't handed over to us farmers! And I don't care who these people think you are, you are getting in that carriage and we are driving back home! You've dishonored the Snyder name enough as it is!"

Those bustling on the street around us slowed and stared. At first their attention was on my mother, who was speaking rather loudly for a lady. But after her speech, some stopped all together and every gossiper's gaze turned to me.

Nora - Chapter Thirty-Five - A Change of Scenes

"The engagement is off." The words tumbled out of my mouth, seemingly almost, as if on their own. No, I wanted them out, that was sure, and yet, a part of my ached at the sound of them, rolling off my tounge with finality.

"Wha-? But why? And how? Nora-" My father blubbered, utterly shocked. "You can't, surely you can't with the wedding looming so near-"

I cut him off, taking a deep breath to keep my composure. "Father, I have tried. I tried for you, I tried for the sake of mother, and our family name, but I can't, and nothing you say or do will make me any more inclined to marry that man."

Both Hettie and Minevera's eyes grew wider than their breakfast plates, shocked at such news so early in the morning. I may have ruined breakfast for everybody, but now I had finally spoken my mind, and the restless night of before had been worth it; I finally had come to a conclusion for all this maddening business.

"Nora, you two were getting along so well last night. Everyone even said so, and to give up a man like that for something so petty, and soiling our family name, to create such scandal-" Minevera harshly stated, looking me over with discontent.

"I can assure you, had it been something petty, I would not be standing before you as I am. But can you find it in you to think of my feelings in the matter? Of my heart and what it wants?" I trembled, so close to the edge of tears that I was afraid they would spill over. Yet I wasn't even sure what my heart wanted. Only to get away from here, I was sure.

My father could tell I was upset, and he stood up from his place at the table, stepping towards me.

"I'm sorry Nora-"

"You have to trust in me, Father. This is the only solution. Please, try and understand." I took his hands in my own, and he nodded, slowly, but nodded all the same.

"Does this mean Mr. Samuelson can't come over anymore?" Nelly scrunched her face up, trying to understand.

"Yes, love. You won't be seeing him anytime soon." I felt a few tears escape, and I hurried and wiped them away. Everything was slipping beneath me, I felt. But I hardly had any control.

*

"Are you sure this is what you want to do?" My father asked, not for the 19th time. I knew it was only through biting his tounge that I was getting away with this. Trusting me on this issue was probably the hardest thing he'd ever done. For once in his life, he wasn't the one in charge. But he wanted my happiness, and I knew he put that before any scandal that would come.

"I must." I stepped into the carriage, my body sagging underneath my burdens, both my physical bags, and my emotional ones as well. "I have to leave, just until all the gossip dies down, but I'll be back as quickly as I can. I trust you can last without me until then." I grimaced, my sober joke not lightening the mood.

My mind turned to the man whom all the gossip would be about. For an instance, I felt sympathy. Sure, I could run away, but he would take the brunt of it. Suddenly, my sympathy melted away. No, he was too "rich" and well-liked to have anyone hate him, at least, not if they didn't know the truth. No, surely most of the gossip would be about how I was dumb enough to turn down the most sought-after bachleor in the county.

"Your Aunt Jane will take good care of you, I have no doubt of that." My father shut the carriage door and held my hand through the small window. "Nora, I'm- I'm truly sorry, for all of this."

I squeezed his hand, trying to show him my forgiveness. "Father, you were just looking out for me, I know."

"If you're mother were here, she wouldn't have allowed me to put you in the situation. She was always better than I at looking after you girls." He sighed, looking away, at some distant memory. "I'm sorry I failed you Nora."

I gave a small smile, hoping my father would understand. "You did what you could, what you thought was the right thing."

The driver signaled he was ready to leave, and my father stepped back. "Good bye Nora."

"Goodbye Nora!" Nelly yelled from the porch, making her little rag doll wave with her limp hand.

I waved back as the carriage began to take off. Neither Hettie or Minevera waved, only shook their heads before heading back inside.

Not that it mattered. I was on my way to London, and away from any troubles that would stay here.

Chapter Thirty-Four - Elliot - Crashes and Burns

A hollow shell. That's that remained. Everything I had been moments before had been torn out and had gone with her through the door. My secret, my heart, all of it.

"Oh dear," Charolette put a gloved hand to her her mouth as if in shock, though it looked more like she was trying to stifle a laugh, "That's one thing about the Ainsworth's daughters, Mr. Samuelson. They're...sensitive. Ever since their mother died, I'm afraid they've--"

"Lovely seeing you this evening, Ms. Evans," I gave a tight smile and tighter bow.

And with that gentlemanly speech, I pushed passed her into the ballroom. From there, I pushed through the crowd and left all together.



I plopped down on my hotel bed and pressed my thumb and forefinger to my eyes as the tears finally came.

Fool! I knew it was coming! It was my fault for going. This shouldn't have been such a hard blow.

And yet, I'd come so close tonight! She'd finally seemed to relax. She seemed to enjoy my presence.

And she'd seemed hurt.

"Gah," I muttered, rubbing my eyes on my sleeve. Foolish, foolish farm boy. I didn't belong here. Not in the elegant balls or pressed clothing. If I had any measure of sense left, I'd pack up my things and leave tonight before the real storm hit.

What would I return to though, the family I'd ruined? And now I'd ruined Charles' family. No. I might not have any sense left but, somehow, I had some dignity. I would stay and take the brunt of the storm so Charles wouldn't have to. I'd seperate myself from him and tell everyone that my cousin had no knowledge of my true identity and that I'd lied to him as well, no matter how much he tried to say otherwise.

But what would I do until then? Nora wasn't the type to run around giving away people's secrets--even if that person had treated her so ruthlessly--so I had until the wedding to figure things out. I could try to turn the situation around....somehow. My faith in miracles was increasingly dimming though. Even if no one else knew, the fact that she did made it impossible. She now played a key role in the Mr. Samuelson image and no amount of borrowed pocket watches could change the fact that I couldn't support her. My doom was imminent.

My thoughts drifted back to our argument. The sadness in her eyes and the pain her words.

"Complicated how Elliot? Complicated as in a marriage perhaps? Complicated as in a bride you don't want them to find out about?"

I sighed. Even if my reputation was shot, we couldn't end on such a discordant note. Even if the entire town thought the very worst of me, I had to at least show her that I was different. To somehow show her that I was more. Even if that meant I'd actually have to change myself and become more. Afterall, her opinnion was the only thing that really mattered to me anymore.

***

 

It had taken half the morning to finally build up the courage to walk to her house. It felt strange putting on the usual costume now that we both knew otherwise, but Mr. Samuelson blundering through town without his usual hat or jacket would undoubtedly cause suspicion--something I was in no mood to deal with. Not yet at least.

 

I searched for something to say on my way there. Something convincing. Something that let her know I thought the world of her. Or something at all would be nice.

 

"Good morning, Mr. Samuelson!"

 

I jerked my head up and switched a smile on, tipping my hat as the local baker passed, "Good morning."

 

My eyes suddenly caught something on the street corner behind him though and I froze.

 

Nathaniel. And he was talking to Nora.

 

A burst of anger boiled inside me. Not at her, but at him. I knew Nora well enough that she was probably just on her way to the market. She wasn't like her sisters in the way that she would readily jump into the arms of any handsome flirt to cross their path. No. I was certain that Nathaniel had been the one to start the conversation.

 

"Oh no you don't," I muttered. Had he been anyone more deserving like, say Mr. Hodges, I would have no place to be upset. But as he was just as much a liar and thief as I was, I wasn't about to let him win this one.

 

Trying to appear as casual as possible, I waited for a chance to cross the street and then hurried over to the other side. Once on the pavement, I manuevered through people until I finally reached her just after Nathaniel had left, all grinning and gracious. Nora, still laughing softly at something he must've said, turned back around and saw me. Again, my presence seemed to banish the smile from her face and, despite our height difference, I suddenly felt very small.

 

"Nora," I tried, "I need to tell you something."

 

She scowled, "And how do I know that won't be a lie?"

 

"I...," a valid point. My mouth only shut again. Seeing that I had no answer, she gave a quick bow and then walked past me.

"No, wait!" I spun around and placed a hand on her shoulder to stop her, "You don't know who he is."

 

She spun around as well, that anger back in her eyes, "I've already told you, Elliot, blaming your faults on another person doesn't build your standing in the least."

 

"I'm not blaming, I'm telling the truth! You must listen--"

 

"No, you must listen," she took a step closer to me, "You've taken advantage of my father, made a fool out of everyone here, and--" her voice caught, "And you've lied to me, Elliot."

 

My heart plummeted, "But Nora, I--"

 

She let out a sad sigh and her voice softened, "If you're not going to break off this engagement, sir, then I'm afraid I'll have to."

 

She turned back around and, again, left me feeling completely empty.

 

Chapter Thirty-Three - Nora - Slips and Falls

"So..." Elliot jutted out his elbow, not so harshly this time, and with a bit more reserve.

A smile jumped to my lips before I could surpress it, and took his offered elbow with my gloved hand. I wasn't sure what it meant; before, I had felt that he felt forced into giving me his elbow because it was expected. Now, I secretly hoped he did it because of his own accord.

Well, so what if I was warming up to him? We'd let it get as far as our engagement ball, it was now only a hop, skip and a jump to the actual ceremony. Yes, the engagement wasn't all I had hoped my engagement to a man I love would be, but marrying Elliot wouldn't be the end of the world. And who knows? I could grow to love a man such as he, I was sure of it.

Infact, had we met under the right circumstances, I was sure I would have fell for him on my own. Well, except for the pompous, show-offy side that he sometimes threw out. No, the real Elliot was quite a different man than the show he put on for the public.

"Quite a lovely night, wouldn't you say?" I stated, staring up at the sky as we walked through my gardens. It was lovely indeed- a perfect night to enjoy with the one you love.

"Yes, indeed, nothing quite like it back where I come from." Elliot looked at the sky and down at me, a genuine smile of content written on his face.

"Oh? So you live further up north then?" We came to the end of the walk, and we circled around, ready for another round around.

"Well, yes and no. My family is originally from there, though I haven't lived there for sometime." I could tell Elliot was extremely comforable, even going as far as to occasionally touch his hand he wasn't using to escort me to my hand. Not that I minded at all.

"You travel a lot then?" I asked, curious.

"I've done a bit, can't say I like it much though. And I can hardly afford to, now-" He stopped completely, horrified. His speech broke off, as he realized what he said. "Now that I have so many acquiantances in town." He rushed out, clearing his throat, hoping it would cover his mistake. He pulled me along so our walk would continue.

His body language gave him away though, and I knew something was wrong. "Mr. Samuelson, acquiantances would hardly hold you back from traveling, especially to see your own family. You can hardly count that as an excuse."

"Well, I don't like to travel, so there, that puts an end to it." He sounded a bit angry, but the anger seemed less directed at me, then at himself.

"Surely you could allow the discomfort, at least to see family?" I couldn't understand what was bothering him. Family meant everything to me, and I hoped the same went for him. If we were to marry, I would want him to hold family as close as I did. And now that I thought about it, it was strange he hadn't even mentioned his own family, until now. Perhaps that's why Elliot wanted out of the marriage in the first place, because his parent's wouldn't approve. Did they even know we were to be married? Was he so ashamed of me, that he would go so far as to hide me from his family? They hadn't shown up at our engagement ball, as what should have been required of them; I could only think the worst.

Elliot's pace increased, and I had a hard time keeping up. "It's a bit complicated." Is all he offered as an answer.

"Complicated how Elliot?" I let go of his arm and stopped, as he walked faster, and further away. "Complicated as in a marriage perhaps? Complicated as in a bride you don't want them to find out about?" My voice got smaller, as I grew more self-conscious. So maybe we weren't even planning on going through with the wedding, and maybe I was fooling myself, but I thought we had grown to like each other, at least tolerate each other. The least he could done is introduced me to his family.

He stopped, swivelled around and softened his voice. "No, no it's nothing like that, Nora. Where would you get a crazy idea like that?" He walked towards me, looking into my face.

"It's the only answer that makes sense." I breathed out, throwing my hands up in exhausperation. "Unless you're hiding some deep dark secret that you don't want me to find out."

Elliot visibly gulped. "Hit that one right on the head, didn't we?" He muttered under his breath, but I still caught it.

"Then you are hiding something from me!" I claimed triumphantly, although it was a hollow victory. I felt coldness running through my veins. I felt betrayed, alone, unsure where we stood anymore. Half of me, my sensible half, felt like sitting down and demanding Elliot to tell me the truth, but the other half of me, my heart, felt like running away, refusing to hear anything that could hurt me and my new feelings for Elliot. I didn't know what to do, and so I stood, dumbly and numbly waiting for Elliot to make the next move.

"Not just you, but everybody. I'm-" Elliot rubbed his neck, unsure of where to go, what to say. Finally, it seemed like he was going to go with the truth. "I'm not at all who I say I am. Who I look like. Heavens, I'm no even using my real last name. I'm flatbroke Nora. A pauper, a debtor without a sixpence to my name. I'm a sheep in a lion's coat, and  I'm sorry."

I froze, looking Elliot straight in the face, although he looked everywhere but at me. "How? Why?" I felt tears swelling up, and I forced them down, hoping not to show any emotion to my fake fiancé. Fake in more ways then one it turned out.

"It's not all my fault." Elliot insisted, "Well, mostly not. And Mr. Scotts-"

"Enough." I stopped him there, holding up a hand for silence. "It's enough to have lied to the whole town, but now to bring the blame to another gentleman?" I gave a hysterical laugh, that sounded pathetic and broken.

"But Nora, you have to understand-"

"Understand what Elliot? That you've lied to my father? My family? To me? I understand that clear enough."
The tears were well underway now, and they weren't going to be stopping anytime soon. I turned around, unable to face him anymore.

"Nora please-" Elliot reached for my hand but I pulled away.

"Having a lover's spat, are we?" We both turned to the voice, and who of all people but Charlotte Evans, standing in the doorway looking, looking as if she had just won a coveted prize.

That was the final straw. "He's all yours." I insisted, pushing my way past her and back inside. The last view I saw of Elliot was he as he shuttered, alone with Charlotte.

Good, I thought. They deserve each other.

Chapter Thirty-Two - Elliot - A Successful Failure

"Stupid, stupid, stupid," I muttered under my breath, hurrying through town in hopes no one would interrupt me if I looked rushed enough.

Why on earth had I done that?! Spending a whole day with her was crossing the line already, but kissing her? Granted it was only on the cheek, but I could only imagine what sort of thoughts were going through her head. We were supposed to breaking off this engagement. More importantly, I was supposed to be breaking off this engagement.

I groaned and shoved my hat down over my eyes; it was no wonder she didn't have any confidence in me. Around her, I couldn't hold a commitment any more than I could a conversation these days. I was always spluttering and grasping for words. Her confidence in me was rightly only lessened by today's performance.

"I'm not made of money, Elliot," Charles had said over breakfast this morning. I'd only taken a sip from my drink to hide my smirk; sometimes I begged to differ--the man could seemingly pull things from a hat at times.

"I can't pay for a wedding and you haven't done anything towards this engagement thing. I told you you'd have to follow through, but I didn't mean to the end! Any longer and she's going to discover you. Then what?"

I'd sighed, suddenly losing my appetite, "I don't know Charles. I haven't had time to come up with ideas."

"And you think I have?" he'd demanded. I didn't meet his gaze. I knew I had far overstayed my welcome with this plan but there was nothing I could do! Thanks to me, Charles had no idea of the full platter these past weeks had been. Luckily he'd softened back into the cousin I knew and sighed.

"I’m sorry, Elliot. I suppose I'm not the one in danger of getting married. But you really need to figure this out. I know you've asked me for suggestions but you know the most about the situation. Perhaps you should pay her another visit and discuss things one last time."

So that had been the plan this morning. Until she placed her hand on my arm. Failing had never felt like such an accomplishment. I may not be doing well in any other area, but I'd won her approval! That had to be redeeming in some way.

And yet, that was the real reason I regretted pressing my lips to her soft cheek. Like a villian who was being rewarded rather than punished, I didn't deserve it. I was a complete liar. If I were any real gentleman, I'd have stopped this whole thing a long time ago. Before it had the potential of hurting her.

I sighed and fiddled with the wet gloves in my pocket. It seemed Charles' costumes and lectures could only get me so far. Yes you could comb Elliot Snyder's hair down and strap him into a trenchcoat, but that didn't make him a gentleman. There was still that boy who thought everything was a game. That adolescent that let his passions rule his actions. That man who ran from his problems.

 And, as much as I'd thought this charade would be a new leaf for me, it appeared absolutely nothing had changed.

Looking up, I realized I was approaching the Lettington's house. Originally I had intended on returning and reporting to Charles how things had gone. Now, however, that was my last intention. My cousin deserved explanation enough but I didn't have the heart today. I'd ruined every plan he'd thought up--plans only made to assist me--and I couldn't face him again with only disapointment.

No. I'd just devote my dwindling energies to preparing myself for the ball tonight.

The ball. Despite everything at stake at the present, a smile leapt to my face and I felt a quick rush of excitement: Nora would be there.

 A short laugh escaped me and I shook my head; I was hopeless.

***



Every head turned when I entered, excitedly welcoming me with their eyes. But I hardly noticed. I was only searching for one head, one pair of eyes. I scanned the crowd until I saw her. As usual, she had taken absolutely no notice of my arrival and seemed lost in a conversation with her father.

The crowd understandingly parted as I made my way towards her and Mr. Ainsworth caught sight of me, hurridely pointing me out to his daughter. She turned and, to my relief, smiled. Not an open smile, but an accepting one--a definite improvement since the last time we'd met in a ballroom.

"Good evening, Mr. Samuelson," Mr. Ainsworth happily greeted.
"Good evening, Sir," I gave a small bow, "And how are you fairing this evening?"
He smiled, "Quite well, thank you. How are--" he was interrupted as his other two daughters came up behind him.
"Oh father, we can't find Mr. Scotts anywhere! Please, you must help us find him!"
With a sigh in their direction and a shrug in mine, he surrendered, turning to follow them.

That, of course, just left us. I felt that familiar nervousnes return again as I finally turned my attention to her.

"You look especially lovely this evening, Nora."
She smiled but seemed to be studying me, looking for some sort of motive, "Thank you."
"And I mean it," I chuckled, grabbing her hands and spinning us in a small circle, "Can't you take any of my actions seriously? I already know I can't ever hope to impress you with empty compliments."
She gave a small laugh at my sudden energy, "And why would you hope to impress me, Elliot? I think we've both already sworn to dislike each other."
"And we both know how enjoyable that can be," I teased, feeling myself relax, "I've decided I'd rather enjoy the ball tonight. Would you honor me with the next dance?"

She seemed a little overwhelmed for a moment, but soon shook it off though with a smile.
"Yes, I suppose I can give you a chance to redeem yourself."

I laughed out loud, suddenly feeling the same way I had at the creek today. Like Elliot Snyder. Like the gloves and shoes were off again;  it was perhaps the most refreshing thing I'd felt in months.  I wondered how she did it. Granted she'd already seen a snag in the physical disguise, but how had she found the snag in the deeper one? I shook my head, deciding I'd worry about it later. Tonight I just wanted to enjoy myself. I'd certainly have to pay for it tommorrow but I sensed that my time with Nora Ainsworth was becoming limited.

As soon as the other dancers bowed and a new song struck up, I gently pulled her out to the floor. We took our places across from each other and then stepped forward when the music suggested.

"You're father didn't ask too many questions upon your return, did he?" I smiled.
"No," she chuckled, "Not as many as our last outing."
We parted ways and circled around those standing to the left of us before joining hands again.
"Did the hotel manager ask any?"
I sneered, "He stopped doing that a few weeks ago."
She laughed softly and we parted ways once more in the dance. We stayed in a content silence for a few more moments of the song, to my great surprise. Normally silence between us was only to keep us from exploding on each other.
"So tell me," I finally asked, glancing down at her, "Besides the carriage ride, how many more grudges do you hold against me?"
She grinned, "I'm afraid I couldn't tell you."
"And why not?"
"The song isn't long enough."
I dropped my jaw in mock offense and she smirked before we parted ways again.
"Well," I laughed once we rejoined, "You would think I'd made up for it by now as all I ever do around you is apologize."
"Among other things," she teased, "I've never knew it was possible for anyone to make so many matters worse."
I chuckled, "I'm not the talk of the town for nothing."


By the time the dance was over and I'd escorted her off, things were already getting stuffy. The ball had had a good turn out and the place was full of people. Not in the mood to hold fake conversations with everyone as was usually my place at public events, I suggested we take a walk out in fresh air. Having nothing else to do, she agreed.

Chapter Thirty-One - Nora - Something New

I woke up early, groaning and wishing I could sleep if only an hour more. I definitely deserved it from the day before; I had been exhausted, mostly physically, but mentally too. It wasn't every day you got lost with your fake beloved,whom you actually disliked, only to find that once lost, you perhaps didn't despise him quite so much.

I smiled at the thought of Elliot. Sure, he could be a pain, but he wasn't the worst guy to be engaged to. And besides, he wasn't anything if not entertaining. There would never be a dull moment with him around.

A knock at my door had me sitting straight up, hoping it wasn't obvious what my thoughts had turned to.

"Miss?" Peggy pushed the door open, and I pretended to be nonchalant, smoothing out my covers.

"Yes?"

"There's a visitor here fer ye." She grinned, and I only had one idea who it could be.

"Oh?" I hadn't expected Elliot this early, or well, at all today. I had no idea what he could want. I reacted quickly though, hoping not to seem taken of-guard. "Please tell him I will be right with him."

"Yes, miss." Peggy nodded and closed the door, and the second it clicked shut, I threw my covers off me, taking off first this way and then that, frantic to find clothing and get myself made up for the day.

I hobbled down the stairs, using my right arm to put on my left shoe, and using my left arm to finish the bun in my hair. Huffing and puffing, I finally found my way down. I gave my skirts along with my hair one last smooth down, before taking a left to place myself right into the presense of Mr. Samuelson himself.

"Oh! Nora!" He placed whatever one of my father's trinkets he had been using to occupy himself down and stepped towards me. He seemed a bit jittery and unsure."I didn't wake you did I?"

"Oh, no. Not at all." I gave a small smile. Well, it was mostly true. I had been up, just not up.

"I didn't realize it was this early. Actually, I should probably go. It's too early, right? But see, I hardly slept at all last night, and Charles, and breakfast, and-" He figeted, and his eyes darted around the room. I could almost see the restlessness on him, cloaking him as if an extra skin.

"It's quite alright, I assure you Mr. Samuelson." I cut him off, even taking the effort to place my hand on his forearm, hoping to calm him somewhat. "But you did come here for something, surely?"

He laughed nervously. "Well, actually, the real reason I came here was to ask you to accompany me today on an outing. I know that we spent quite a deal of yesterday together, more than we both had anticipated, but seeing as how every moment we spend ends up in havoc or misery, I was hoping to make up for that today. I want to show you that we can have an enjoyable time together without anything going wrong, or with either of us losing our temper." He paused for a moment before muttering under his breath. "Hopefully."

I grinned, up for the challenge. "Where is this outing to take place?"

Now he grinned, "You'll just have to join me to find out."

*

The carriage bustled about, jostling us both to and fro. Elliot still refused to give any hint as to where we might be going, and so we sat in a comfortable silence, wih me racking my brain to figure where we could be headed. 

"Here we are!" Elliot declared, scaring me right out of my seat. I looked out the carriage window, only to realize we weren't anywhere. Besides a couple of trees here and there, the landscape was barren and otherwise of no consequence.

"Here? Are you positive?" I asked, uncertainty in my face and my voice, I was sure.

"Yes!" Elliot scrambled out of the carriage, his excitement spilling over. I wanted to be polite and feign excitement, only for his sake, but I didn't. He threw open my door and stood to the side a bit, wanting me to take it all in.

I inhaled sharply. What I had missed before was a small waterfall that fell between rocks, some few yards off. It dribbled into a stream- more of a creek- just a few steps from where we stood. "Elliot, how did you ever find this place? It's beautiful."

"I know a gentleman who likes to explore." Elliot stated smugly. "There are perks to being the most well-known man in the community."

I scoffed, and walked past him, looking into the clear water. "I've lived here my whole life and I've never seen anything like this." I bent down and scooped up a handful of water. It was cool, just the perfect temperature for a day like today.

"I thought someone like you might appreciate it." Elliot smirked, his confidence back, now that we were here.

"Not as much as someone like you would though, right?" I grinned knowingly, as I scooped up another handful, this time a target in mind. The small splash landed right smack in his face, and I hid a giggle behind my hand, hoping he wasn't about to get angry with me.

"Oooh! So that is how you want it, Miss Ainsworth?" Elliot ran to the creek, scooping up water with a vigerous energy, not even waiting to take off his gloves. He splashed me, hitting my skirts, and I laughed. Soon, it was an all out war. Sock, shoes, gloves, and hats laid by the bed of the creek as the two of us splashed and laughed. 

By the time it hit noon, we were both soaking wet, from our the top of our heads down to our feet. "Surely we shouldn't get back in the carriage looking like this." I laughed, laying on the creek, trying to catch my breath.

"As I recall Miss Ainsworth, this won't be the first time I've driven you home wet and dripping." Elliot found a spot next to me to rest, and he laid down beside me.

I smiled at the memory. "That's quite true, Mr. Samuelson." I picked a wildflower, spinning it idly in my hand. "Only this time, I think I'll be quite glad to be in the same carriage as you."

Elliot gave a hardy laugh. "Only you, Nora would hold a grudge against a man for giving you a ride home."

"Well, if you wanted to court someone happy to fawn over you, I'm sure you'll have your pick." I teased. "I'm sure Charlotte would be obliged."

Elliot chuckled. "No, there's no other girl quite like you Nora."

*

"I'm sorry to say I didn't believe you Elliot. I wasn't sure we could have an enjoyable time without something happening. But you were right, I will admit." We paused, because now we were on my front porch. Now it was time to part.

"It was enjoyable, if I do say so myself." Elliot paused, looking as if he were having a war with himself internally. His face scrunched up, and then he shook it off and shrugged his shoulders. "Good bye Nora." He leaned in before I could do anything and gave a quick kiss on my cheek before he took off, not quite running, but almost.

I rolled my eyes at his antics, and watched as he got in his carriage and rolled out of the property. My eyes never left the carriage until it was out of sight.

My hand lifted involunarily to the place where his lips had been on my cheek, where it was still warm. I wasn't sure, but something was different between us. And I wasn't entirely sure that was a good thing.

Chapter Thirty - Elliot - Lost in Two Ways

I chuckled and scratched my head, searching desperatly for something familiar. A tree, a rock, a path, anything. It was all for naught. We had managed to get ourselves rather far out in the woods behind the Ainsworths and the only recognizable feature in my surroundings was Nora--a virtual stranger as it was.

"How you managed to walk this far on that ankle is beyond me," I laughed, "Are you sure you'll be able to make it back?"

The question was only a off-hand inquiry but she shot me a look and I immediatly recognized my mistake.

"I am not in need of your assistance again, Elliot. I am very capable of walking on my own, thank you."

"That's not what...," I sighed, "Nevermind. Let's just decide on a direction to take."

I looked around once more, trying to remember exactly where we'd come from. My thoughts had been far too occupied with our argument though and I was at loss of any sort of inner compass. Absolutely nothing looked more recognizable than its other surroundings. Already having felt overwhelmed with the assignment to 'assist' her in taking a walk and then having it added to with the subject that had gotten us lost in the first place, I blew out my breath and rubbed my brows.

Why me? I was quite certain that most people didn't get stuck in so many challenging situations in one week; the world would be a dramatic disaster. No, I suppose I was just a special case.

I looked up, suddenly aware that Nora was watching me. Not only that, she was smiling.

A quizzical smirk grew on my face as I turned back towards her, "Are you...laughing at me?"

She only shook her head, the grin growing wider as she tried to hide it. Though it made me feel a bit charinged for worrying so much, I found myself grinning as well.

"So first you despise me and now you're amused by me. Does that mean you're opinnion of me has improved or worsened?"

"That probably depends on if we find a way out of here," she teased, hitching up her skirts and choosing a direction for us. With a shrug, I followed, glad to not have to make a decision for once even if it was a small one.

We walked on in silence for several minutes each in our own thoughts. I was sure we were both thinking about our predicament but there was no more room for conversation: I didn't have a solution and she wasn't pleased. There was nothing else for it now but for me to spend a few more late nights picking my brain and early mornings picking Charles'.

Suddenly a painful gasp escaped her and I looked up as she began to collapse.

"Woah!" I instintively reached out in time to catch her under her arms and then slowly lowered her to the ground, "Are you alright?"

"Fine," she breathed, pushing away from me to inspect her ankle. She moved her skirts just enough to find her foot and I cringed; it was swollen. Badly. A pinch of guilt nagged at me that I had let us travel this far, but I pushed it away, determined to not get caught up in things again.

"My most sincerest apologies, Miss," I said, "But there is no way I'm letting you walk on that--at least not on your own."

She looked ready to protest but I held up my hands in defense, "Again, I'm not going to carry you; I've learned my lesson there. Just, for the sake of the excuses we are going to have to give your doctor tommorrow, let me escort you," I held out a hand, "For once."

Those stubborn eyes looked up at me and then back down again and I expected her to grab the tree next to her and pull herself to her feet instead. Yet, much to my complete and utter surprise, she placed her small hand in mine.

It took me a moment to recover from the shock, but I quickly found my smile again. Then, I closed my fingers around hers, pulled her arm over my shoulders, and helped her back to her feet.

"For the sake of the doctor?" she tested.

"For the sake of the doctor," I nodded. Then, with a smirk, "And any more talk we can get circulating, of course."

She snorted with disgust and kicked my leg with her bad foot, causing me to laugh.



The journey back ended being three times as long as the journey out. We discovered we were going the wrong direction twice and had to go back to our original spot before we finally discovered the correct way. Yet it was much more pleasant than I had anticipated. Though I could tell her ankle was hurting her as we hobbled along, we actually managed to keep up a normal conversation. At first I was tempted to call it a miracle but in the end it only made sense. We were both stuck with each other and in such a position that it would almost be awkward to not speak the entire time. So, sidestepping the tiring subject of our predicament, we entertained ourselves with more light hearted topics such as Nora's family or some of the amusing people I'd met while here.

"One more hill," I prompted, once the ground became uphill for at least the seventh time.

She shook her head, her breath coming shorter as we ascended, "You said that last time."

"I know. But I mean it this time. In fact," I groaned, "I think I hear your father calling for us."

She chuckled between labored breaths and I tried my best to support her though she did a most of it herself. I didn't mind it. Actually, I had begun to admire that stubborness. Between Charollette, Henrietta, and Minerva it was quite refreshing. I was sure she made a marveous older sister and was a more than adequette replacement for the mother I noticed was missing from their family. It was no wonder Mr. Ainsworth seemed to trust her so much. He appeared to grealy appreciate her help and obviously wanted what was best for her.

And then I had to enter the picture.

We finally reached the top and I stopped so we could catch our breath for a moment. Mr. Ainsworth wasted no time in locating us.

"What kept you so long?" he asked, truly concerned, "It was only supposed to be a light walk."

"I'm most sorry, sir," I immediatly dove in, "I...we...I wasn't paying much attention to how far--"

"I'm sorry, Father," Nora interrupted, "I was so sick of being bedridden that I wanted to go farther than I ought to have. My ankle gave out, which made it longer."

I stood there for the longest time, digesting the fact that she had just covered for me. Part of me wondered if she was actually softening up but the wiser part of me knew it was probably out of pity. I guess she'd seen me squirm enough under pressing situations today.

"And I should've been watching more closely," I added, "You asked me to help, not to hinder."

Mr. Ainsworth sighed, believing us but not exactly pleased with it.

"Very well. She needn't walk any further though. Elliot, would you mind carrying her into the house. I'll find some bandages."

We looked at each other and I gave an uneasy chuckle. She rolled her eyes, "Unfortunetly, we're in no position for disobeying any further, are we."

***

I slumped into my hotel room, hung my jacket and hat up, and then collapsed onto the bed, exhausted. The walk had left me a little foot sore and tonight would be the third late night I'd had this week. Slipping off my boots and letting them fall to the floor, I crawled my way on top of the mattress, my body much too tired to do much else.

Yet, my mind and emotions were still hard at work. Normally after I left the Ainsworths' my mind would easily slip back into other matters. But not this time. The only thing that seemed to occupy my thoughts this time was her. Her driving spirit and clever words, the way her lips curled up when she teased. And of course her natural beauty--something I was sure everyone already saw.

It was pathetic really and I couldn't figure out where it had come from. Never had this been a problem. She had intrigued me before just by her uniqueness but it had never kept my head buzzing in this way. Why was tonight any different?

I blew out my breath and rolled over. Hodges would be pleased. I had been humiliated by Mr. Scott and Nora's sisters, slapped by Miss Evans, slightly scolded by Mr. Ainsworth, and plenty lectured by Charles.

But the sorest punishment of all was that, at the time I still had a chance of escaping engagement--the tightening noose that would surely bring my downfall--I was hesitant. I had become unfortunate enough as to be plagued by feelings for the very thing that would ruin me.  The only thing I knew I couldn't have. Mr. Samuelson's Achilles' heel: Nora.

Chapter Twenty-Nine - Nora - Fresh Air at a Cost

A weekful of books being read reread, and needlework being done- I must have mended just about every garment within the house- and I was about to go stir-crazy. There was only so much time before a person had to go outside for some fresh air.

Elliot hadn't shown up since the day he'd came to check on me. Of course, for his reputation's sake cards and flowers had been sent almost daily, although they hadn't been touched by me. My sisters though, had fawned over them when they arrived, but within seconds threw them back to the ground, bored.

Sighing, I decided to pick up another book, hoping I hadn't read this one too many times to remember the ending.

"Good news Nora! The doctor says you can take a light walk outside today." My father grinned, entering the parlor and interrupting my reading.

"Thank the heavens above." I sat up, relief flooding through me. A walk was a walk, even if it had to be short. I'd take what I could get, and besides, it was a well awaited break from reading.

"And I made a call to Mr. Samuelson this morning." My father danced over to the couch, his legs quickening his pace and making him seem antsy. As soon as he sat, his hand darted out and grabbed mine.

"Oh?" I had an inkling I wasn't going to like his next few sentences.

"He agreed to come over later this afternoon to assist you in walking around the yard." My father watched my face carefully, trying to gage my reaction.

"Wonderful." I slumped back, my excitement knocked down a few notches. Maybe I didn't need a walk afterall- I'm sure I could find something that needed mended....

"Nora! He is your fiancé. Why don't you just give him a chance? Besides, you're ungrateful; he is the one that graciously carried you home after you twisted your ankle, afterall." My father tsked and I felt like laughing.

"Yes, I suppose I am being a bit ungrateful, but he would have been doing me a service if he'd have left me to myself on the side of the road." I thought aloud, recalling the embarrassing memory.

My father gave a small chuckle. "Why you prideful little thing! Mr Samuelson tries to do you a service and you mark it off as a punishment from him." I opened my mouth to protest but my father saw and cut me off before I begun. "I want no more arguements. You will allow Mr. Samuelson to help you this afternoon Nora. And please, give the man a break."

I sighed, but stayed silent.

*

"Ehem." Elliot cleared his throat, trying to bring my attention to his thrust out elbow, that he probably thought he was gracious in offering me, and I turned my head the opposite direction, hoping he would take the hint.

He didn't. He tried again. "Ehem!!" This time the throat clearing was loudly obnoxious and very obvious.

It made me laugh under my breath, at the ridiculous of it all, although Elliot couldn't see because my head was still turned. Since he took the obvious route, I decided to do the same, and save him the trouble of embarrassing himself further.

"Mr. Samuelson, no matter how far you thrust out your elbow, or how loud you try to get my attention, there is nothing in this world that would make me take your elbow for support. I am absolutely fine walking on my own." I insisted, even taking the nerve to walk a few steps ahead of him.

"Oh. Alright then." Elliot dropped his hand, and caught up to me in only a few strides.

We were only suppose to walk around our property once or twice, but I wanted to make sure Elliot knew I was healthy and perfectly fine, so I already had my mind set on walking as far and as much as I possibly could, leaving no doubt in his mind that I needed his or anybody else's help.

"How is Nelly?" Elliot asked, hoping it to be a neutral topic.

"Fine." I stated, unsure where he wanted this topic to go. There wasn't much to add.

"Great." Elliot gave a small nervous laugh, realizing his mistake. And there, the conversation ended. We walked on, in an uncomfortable silence, me trying to enjoy the peace of the outdoors, and Elliot, racking his brain for something suitable to talk about.

I decided to help him, scanning his face as he pannicked over what to say. With one hand he lifted his hat, with the other he ran it through his blonde cropped hair, his face scrunching and unscrunching as he ran thoughts through his brain. He was so caught up, it was as if I wasn't even there. And actually, it was quite amusing to watch him, but I knew it would be better to ease his misery.

"Have you found a way out of the situation yet, Mr. Samuelson?" He broke his trance, as I pulled him out of his own thoughts.

"About that-" I looked over at him, and he couldn't make eye contact; his eyes went anywhere but me. His hand went from running through his hair to tugging at his collar.  

"Don't tell me you haven't found a way out of all this." I stopped walking, hoping it wasn't true.

"Well, I just need more time. I can't just come up with a solution overnight!" Elliot protested, holding his hands up defensively.

I shook my head and began to stalk off, angrily. He was just biding his time. He had had all the time in the world, spending it frolicking about instead of coming up with a serious plan.

"Wait!" Elliot clambered to catch up, huffing and puffing as I hurried my footsteps. "Where are you going?"

Stopping yet again, I swivelled around, facing him head on. "I knew I shouldn't have left the thinking to you."

"Hey!" He frowned. "I am quite capable of thinking up a solution-"

"Oh really? Then why haven't you found one yet?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It's a lot more complicated than it seems, Nora." Elliot began walking toward me, and I turned around, my back to him.

"The longer we drag it out, the more complicated it will get." I stated, my arms crossed against me. I started walking too, not really having a destination or direction in mind.

"I-" Elliot started then closed his mouth. "I promise I'll find a way out of it- I just need a little bit more time." He said, and I could hear hesitancy in his voice.

I sighed and then stopped suddenly, for a third time. Looking around, I realized I didn't recognize any of the landmarks or landscape around us. "Elliot- please tell me you know where we are." I stated, my voice strained with worry.

Elliot paused too, finally taking in our surroundings. "No, but I'm hoping you do."

My frown increased. We were lost, and the worst part, we had only each other to figure out how to get back.

There was very little to hope for either of us.