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.

Chapter Twenty-Eight - Elliot - Interesting Situations

I blew out my breath and knocked on the door, another bouquet in my hands. This time I had put it together myself, sneaking flowers from flowerbeds on my walk here and picking up a ribbon at a nearby shop; I didn’t need Charles to tell me that when one’s fiancè was injured it was only good manners to check up on them.

I was quite certain that, manners or no, I was the last person she wanted to see but I had decided I’d spend most of the time with Mr. Ainsworth; Mr. Harrington had finally decided on the auction idea and I’d need to inform him.

Their maid opened the door and slightly bowed, “Mr. Samuelson. Come to check up on Miss Nora ‘ave ye?”

I smiled at her friendly accent, having liked it ever since I first arrived at the Ainsworth’s.

“Indeed I ‘ave, me dear lass,” I bowed, “Can ya tell me she’s afairin’ well?”

She laughed and opened the door wider, “Come in, you lovesick chap.”

Lovesick was right. I was really quite finished with the whole concept and her comment tempted me to just leave the flowers at the door, explaining that I’d really just come for a meeting with the banker.

“Mr. Samuelson!” Nelly, as usual, was the first to greet me, nightgown and all. I laughed and scooped her up.

“Hello miss Nelly. And how is the loveliest young lady in town doing this morning?”

She giggled, making her curly bed hair bounce. I smiled, realizing that without their eldest sister around to help them get ready Mr. Ainsworth must’ve had quite a chore on his hands.

Her giggle was cut short with a gasp as she spotted the bouquet, “Are those for Nora?”

“Well,” I mused playfully, “Most of them are, but there’s a specific one in here just for you.”

I began fingering through all the blossoms until I came across a bright daisy. I pulled it out and watched her awed expression as I handed it to her. She giggled and wrapped her little arms around my neck, “Thank you Mr. Samuelson.”

With a soft laugh I set her back on the ground and she excitedly ran off to show someone. I watched her go with a gentle smile, always refreshed by her open hugs and energy.

The maid stepped up beside me again, “Nora is this way, sir.”

***

She was lying on a sofa with a blanket over her and her foot bandaged. Though her face was hidden behind the open cover of a book I could tell she was miserable; being bedridden didn’t seem to suit this vibrant woman I’d come to know.

“Miss Ainsworth, ye ‘ave a vistor.”

She seemed reluctant to lower the book and I had a feeling she already knew who that visitor was.

“Thank you, Peggy,” she finally put it aside and smiled up at the maid. Peggy gave a small bow and then departed, leaving us in a rather uncomfortable silence.

I realized then that Nora Ainsworth was where my smooth, easy act left me. I could get the maid to laugh, Nelly to squeal, and Nathaniel to scowl but when it came to her I was left fumbling. Perhaps it was that she was so much different than any of them and refused to be daunted. Or perhaps it was just the silly series of interesting situations we continued to find ourselves in. Like this one.

“I’m fine, Mr. Samuelson,” she finally said.

I chuckled, “And probably better if I left. But I won‘t be long.”

Crossing the room, I brought out the bouquet, “Here, just for you.”

She pushed herself up into sitting position and took it, emotionless.

“I’m really sorry about yesturday,” I muttered, “Is there anything else I can help with?”

“You can get my sisters to stop gushing over it,” she sneered.

I chuckled, “Nora, you of all people would know that I’m not a miracle worker.”

She laid back on her pillow with a derisive snort, “Speaking of miracles, have you thought of a way to break off our engagement?”

My hesitation gave me away and she only frowned.

“How about I just let you rest,” I suggested with a jaunty grin. With a roll of her eyes, she picked up her book again, “An answer would make that easier.”

***

After speaking with a flustered Mr. Ainsworth about the auction, I politely decided to let myself out while he and Peggy chased Nelly down. As usual, I entered the parlor on my way only to discover that I wasn’t the only visitor. All of Nora’s other sisters were there, surrounding none other than Mr. Scott.

Yesturday’s event flashed through my mind and my eyes darted to the door on the adjacent wall for only a second before my presence was noticed.

“Oh,” Henrietta gasped, “I didn’t know you were here Mr. Samuelson.”

“Come to check on your lover no doubt,” Nathaniel put in, his eyes dancing with accustation.

Realizing I was stuck, I simply threw on a grin and decided to smooth the whole situation over before it went too far, “But of course. A hurt ankle is no small matter, Mr. Scott.”

He seemed to catch my explanation of what he had witnessed yesterday but hardly showed sign of it.

“Do sit down, Mr. Samuelson,” Henrietta beckoned. I slowly obeyed, debating on my way towards the sofa. My morning was already full, according to Charles, but leaving so early would surely be seen by Nathaniel as a sign of defeat. Hopefully my cousin could excuse my absence for my ego’s sake.

“Just how far did you carry her yesturday, Mr. Samuelson?” Minerva asked, catching me off guard; what sort of question was that?

“I…as far as was needed,” I replied, wondering what she was getting at.

“So,” Henrietta clapsed her hands in her lap and looked up at me, “Have you brought Nora to the Gransville Estate yet?”

Wouldn’t dream of it. I’d set up enough false expectations as it was and the last thing the both of us wanted was something to make it seem more final.

“That is,” Nathaniel spoke up, “If he actually gets it.”

Both sisters jerked their heads around towards him and Henrietta gasped, “That’s right! You‘re competing for it as well. I wonder which one of you gets it?”

“Definetly Elliot since father is helping him.”

Nathaniel shot me a look and I returned a sheepish grin. He must’ve been wondering where I’d get the funds and now he knew; I was cheating off a sincere, innocent banker. Yes, I was well aware. If he really wanted to bring me to depths of humility over it, he could call over dear Mr. Hodges.

“I don’t know,” Minerva mused, “Mr. Scotts has a good chance as well.”

“An honest one,” he said pointedly.

I smirked, “Yet not a redeeming one. I’m not just trying to win this for myself, Mr. Scott.”

He shook his head, a sly smile on his lips at my play on words; we both knew I wasn’t referring to Nora, as the giggling sisters might’ve thought. I was referring to my family which he’d robbed. Misery liked company and now we were both guilty.

“I wonder why Father did not give Nora to you, Mr. Scotts,” Henrietta boldly thought aloud, “Afterall, we’ve known you much longer than Mr. Samuelson.”

Her sister joined in, “Exactly. And besides, Mr. Samuelson, you always seem so busy; You don’t seem ready to settle down.”

“Don’t remind me,” I muttered inaudibly, removing my hat and smoothing my hair. Settling down most certainly had not been part of the original plan.

“Well,” Mr. Scotts chuckled, obviously amused, “It wasn’t my decision to make, though I wouldn’t have minded the honor.”

Strangely, the comment didn’t sit well with me. The way things were unfolding, I should’ve threw my hands in the air and told him he could have the honor. Yet a smaller, more unfamiliar part of me grumbled that he couldn’t handle Nora. He might’ve known the pretty face and pleasant disposition but did he know her stubborn streak? Did he know the way those eyes flamed up with anger or danced with sarcasm? If he thought she would just fall into his arms I had news for him: Nora would much rather cling to a cold fence and drag a swollen foot along than have a gentleman hold her.

“Still,” Minerva continued, “Mr. Samuelson does have his redeeming qualities I suppose.”

I smirked at their little game, “I certainly hope so. For what am I if I am not agreeable in the eyes of Minerva and Henrietta Ainsworth?”

Henrietta smiled and they proceeded to list their most honest opinnions of me. I was charming and witty though dreadfully distracted. I was plenty handsome but Mr. Scotts apparently topped me in that area--a decision probably stemming from my now engaged status. Friendly and energetic, clean and tasteful, but far too hasty.

Before long I found myself glancing at the grandfather clock; this hadn’t been as worth as my time as I might’ve thought. I had much more important things to do than squirm under the opinnions of two bold young ladies and watch Nathaniel gloat.

“Well,” I finally grabbed my hat and stood up, “Thank you for you’re instructive company, but I believe I promised to pay my cousin a visit. Good day, Miss Henrietta, Minerva…Mr. Scott.”

He bowed his head in return and then, rather than a victorious sneer or triumphant smirk, simply turned his attention back to the sisters, particularly Minerva. I realized now why he had visited and turned to let myself out, deciding to keep an eye on that red flag. This family wasn’t big enough for two frauds.

Chapter Twenty-Seven - Nora - Getting What You Deserve, and Then Some

I paced back and forth in the hallway, my hands fiddling with the buttons on the front of my dress jacket, buttoning and unbuttoning, mimicking my mind as I decided to go, then decided against it.

Yes, Hodges' sermon had been a bit over the top, and sure, the fault wasn't all Elliot's, but did I have to be the one to go and apologize? One minute I was sure my conscience wouldn't let me stand idle in my house another minute, the next I was quite sure Elliot had gotten what he deserved. Still, it would be best to just go and apologize. The look on his face had burned within my mind's eye and my cheeks still burned at half of the things Hodges had dared to say. And, admittedly, part of all of this was my father's fault, even if I didn't want to think how it was he who had instigated the hurt I now felt.

Finally my restlessness won out, and I flung open the door and stepped out, finally glad I'd made up my mind about it. Being indecisive had been worse than actually going and apologizing.

I took the walk slowly, trying to figure out what exactly I should say in my apology or how I could face Elliot after I had so rudely slammed the door in his face. I shook my head; no matter how many scenerios raced through my thoughts, there was never a perfect one, especially not if I went directly to Elliot's hotel room. Imagine all the gossip I could stir, with just a simple knock. And it would be worse if Elliot invited me in!

No, I decided, I would just simply have to go to the Lettington's place and ask Mr. Lettington to go offer an apology on my behalf. That way, I smiled to myself, I wouldn't even half to face Elliot at all!

I picked up the pace, glad that Mr. Samuelson wouldn't have to even take a part in this. Now all I wanted to do was get it over with, so I could go back to my home guilt-free. The Lettington's home came into view, and it wasn't long until I found myself on the doorstep, hand lifted, ready to knock.

Taking a deep breath, I lowered my hand, giving the door a good two loud knocks and stepped back, even taking the time to straighten up my apperance, so as not to look distraught to Mr. Lettington.

The door finally popped open after what seemed like a ten minute waiting period for my nerves. Mr. Samuelson's eager face which happened to be in a smirk appeared, making my heart sink to the bottom of my shoes.

I cringed, knowing all to well that he had every right to slam the door in my face. Had the roles been switched, I would have done so, and in fact, had.

Fortunately for me, Mr. Samuelson was a bit more hospitiable. He blinked a few times his sky-blue eyes cutting through me, and the smirk slid off his face in a matter of seconds, but the door stayed open. "Uh... Are you lost?" He asked, dumbfounded, and I hardly blamed him.

Even I wasn't expecting to find him at the only relative he had in town. Sadly, the odds were quite high that he would actually be there, and unthinkingly, I hadn't even considered that fact.

"Uh, no, not lost. Although maybe I should go." I turned, cursing my stupidity and the fact that Elliot and I seemed to meet only under uncomfortable circumstances.

"Oh.. Alright then." Mr. Samuelson seemed confused, but allowed me on my way. I heard the door close as I turned my back to him.

I muttered under my breath at my own cowardice. Such a fool I had become! Yet, I couldn't get myself to go back there, face the man who might have to be my husband. I was angry at him, at myself, at my father, and even a little at Hodges for putting me in such a position as this.

Huffing and puffing with anger, I didn't even look as I stepped into a large hole that just so happened to be in the road. Crying out with a Umph! I fell flat on my face, twisting my left ankle- the one that just happened to have caught on the hole.

Ashamed at such a state I had let myself into, I picked myself off, dusting off the road and rocks that had lodged in my hands. My left ankle throbbed in pain, and I knew it would be a miracle if I could walk myself back home; I still had quite a ways to go, and who knew how long until help would come.

Sheer determination forced me to continue on, even trying out my left foot, only to recoil in pain, and give a sharp intake of breath. No way could I walk on it how it was.

Luckily, there was a fence only a few feet away, and I hobbled over, grabbing the railing as I hopped from my right foot. I may have looked a bit ridiculous, but it got the job done. Now all I had to worry about was running out of fence.

"Need some help there?" The blood drained from my cheeks as I realized I wasn't alone, but had somebody trailing behind me. And not just anybody, but one Mr. Samuelson. He approached me somewhat reluctantly, and I was unsure how long he had been following me, but he stood his ground as I clung desperately to my fence post.

"No, I'm quite alright, thank you." I tried to use a dignified manner, but I'm sure it only made me look more ridiculous, as I hopped to the next prong in the fence.

At first, Mr. Samuelson didn't know what do to. He opened his mouth, only to close it again. He moved towards me, paused, and stood still as he watched. Finally, he shrugged and seemed to throw everything he knew behind as he approached me, and I carefully watched him, making sure he wasn't going to try anything.

Unfortunately, he took me by surprise as he came up from behind me and scooped me up in his arms, bridal style. I was defenseless; I couldn't run, and now he held me hostage in his arms as I sat, my mouth open in terror.

"I demand you set me down at once, Mr. Samuelson! I don't need your help, I can get by by myself." I crossed my arms across my chest defiantly, refusing to look him in the eye. "Imagine the shame and horror if anyone actuallly saw us like this!" I muttered, not actually intending it for his ears.

"Yes, but how long will that take you? Besides, it's not like I have a choice in the matter, it's sort of my duty to help out. Imagine if people saw us as you hobbled along the fence, and I, your promised, did nothing to help you. I'd be the talk of the town!"

"As if you aren't already." I rolled my eyes. But he was right about one thing, it would have taken me the rest of the day if not longer to finally make it to my front door. But a thought crossed my mind as he carried me, and I had to voice it, even if I didn't want to make conversation with him. "Why were you crossing this way, anyways?"

Elliot decided to answer with a question of his own."What were you doing at Charles' house this morning?"

"I asked you first." I argued, pushing my point.

"I was actually coming over to your house, if you must know." Elliot huffed, stepping over a mud puddle. "I thought I had done something to provoke you, and was coming to apologize. If you haven't notice, we haven't exactly been getting along swimmingly, since our engagement."

"Well then it's quite agreeable that you are coming up with a solution to end it then, isn't it? The less we see of each other the better." I suggested, blowing a loose hair out of my face.

"You've avoided my question, Miss Ainsworth, and don't think I haven't noticed." Mr. Samuelson's smirk returned.

I was sorely disappointed he had noticed. "Well, if you must know, I was actually coming over to apologize too." I acted nonchalant, hoping to play the situation down. "I wanted you to know that I was sorry for encouraging Hodges to berate you like that. It was a poor decision, on my part, I'm afraid. Even if you did deserve it." I added hastly.

Elliot seemed to cringe. "Ah, so you did play a part in it!"

"Just accept the apology, because I can assure you, you will not be getting another one from me in the future." I scowled.

"Miss Ainsworth?" Both Mr. Samuelson and I stopped our conversation and paused.

Mr. Scotts walked past, his eyes wide and staring coldly in our direction.

My cheeks heated as I realized just how compromising our situation looked. "It's not what you think!" I called out fruitlessly, as it fell on deaf ears.

Mr. Scotts didn't even miss a step as he continued on, not looking back.

I smacked my hand lightly on my forehead, and wearily rubbed my eyes. There was just no winning in this situation.

Mr. Samuelson gave a small, nervous laugh. "Sorry." He gave an apologetic smile.

Well, I did deserve the shame and humiliation, at least a little bit. I had about done the same to Elliot, and we could only say we were even now.

"We've already come this far Mr. Samuelson. Might as well carry me the rest of the way home and stir up all the scandal we can." I stated sarcastically.

Taking that as my consented approval, Elliot began to walk again, as I sighed and decided I might as well go with it.

Chapter Twenty-Six - Elliot - Sunday's Scythe

“This morning I will speak to you of two of the seedbeds of sin: selfishness and pride.”

I couldn’t help but feel everyone’s eyes on me as I shuffled past the church pews to where the Lettingtons were seated. My face reddened. It was bad enough in my hometown to arrive late to church so I could only imagine what it meant here.

“Glad you could honor us with your presence, Mr. Samuelson,” Hodges joked. There was a low rumble from the congregation as I moved into one of the pews. I sheepishly nodded my head as way of apology and then sat down. It was brave thing for the parish to poke fun at someone higher rank than him from the pulpit. Then again, this was Bertram Hodges addressing me. And the congregation knew my usual punctualness well enough that it didn’t seem to do much harm.

He cleared his throat and continued again.

Charles leaned over towards me, “What kept you, Elliot?”

“Overslept.”

With a roll of his eyes he turned his attention back to the pulpit. I relaxed into the seat and tried to do the same.

It hadn’t neccesarily been my fault that I was up late. Charles had noticed that I hadn’t been spending a great amount of time with my fiancé at the ball and had strongly suggested that I return to the Ainsworth’s as early as possible to mend my show of reluctance. I knew it was a hopeless cause but he’d pushed a boquet of flowers into my hands and ushered me out onto his front porch before I could argue.

I wasn’t really sure what I was going to say to her once I actually got there but she had so gracisouly saved me the trouble by not even letting me get a word in. And looking through the window had only won me a skeptic sneer. So, with a soft laugh, I’d turned to leave--only to walk slap bang into Hodges himself. His automatic apology was cut short as his eyes moved from my face, to the bouquet of flowers, and back to my face again.

“Would you mind giving these to her for me?” I remember asking, only jokingly. He'd only scowled and pushed past me to get to the door.

Knowing this shallow romance--if it was even that--wasn’t going anywhere, and knowing I already had a full day ahead of me, I’d spent a good part of the night trying to please dear Miss Nora and come up with a plan to break off our engagement. It was all in vain. No matter which way it was broken, either she or I would come out with the smaller end. One of us, if not both of us, would have our reputation ruined. Either she would appear foolish and disagreeable or I’d be robbed of my honesty and labeled irresponsible.

Eventually I‘d just gone to bed. The gravity of the situation had begun to sink in and I‘d felt a little suffocated . It seemed we only had two real options before us: either we made a spinster and a begger out of each other or we bit the bullet, grabbed hands, and made the vows.

“As it says in the first book of Timothy, ‘the love of money is the root of all evil: which while some coveted after, they have erred from the faith, and pierced themselves through with many sorrows’.”

I felt those dark blue eyes shift my direction for only the briefest of seconds but thought nothing of it and quietly began flipping through the prayer book sitting there. I didn’t like either prospect and I knew she wouldn’t either. Perhaps Charles had come up with something. He always seemed to posess just the lifeline I needed. I’d have to ask him after the meeting.

“I have beheld the sorrowful results of these disagreeable qualities recently and wish to address my remarks to the individual who feels the need to repent and change them. For selfishness not only harms he who is guilty of it, but those in his aquaintence as well. Those who must carry the weight he throws upon them by seeking only his personal gain.”

I cocked an eyebrow and looked up. Was he…?

“In fact, it was an intimate friend of mine that has been victim of such behavior and I hope to dimish it from our hearts and desires so that we may all abound in unity and love. Rather we need humility--a noble and priceless quality--that benefits all.”

He was.

“It is of great importance that these seedbeds remain barren, for they only reap destruction and sorrow. In the book of Proverbs we read that, ‘pride goeth before destruction, and haughty spirit before a fall’. Those who build the foundations of their lives or homes on their own selfish desires will never find true, satisfying success no matter the riches or reputation they surround themselves with. It is the soul on the inside, not the creature on the outside, that determines our eternal fate.”

With a mirthless snort I shut the book, no longer able to focus on the words. Charles looked over at me but I waved him away and turned my attention back to Hodges. The joke was one thing but an entire sermon? The parish had more moxy than I’d credited him for. With a groan, I sunk down into my seat; couldn't Mr. Samuelson have one normal, peaceful day without enemies trying to throw him back into his place?

“The book of Proverbs continues to provide us wisdom on this subject. In the thirtheenth chapter it reads, ‘wealth gotten by vanity shall be diminished: but he that gathereth by labour shall increase’. Any work of vanity is at loss of a true foundation and will only erode over time. It is thus imperative for us to engage in more pure labors. ‘For what is man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?’”

I wanted to stand up and argue. My labor was to repair the damage that I had done to my family by falling for Scott’s scam. It wasn’t one of vanity! Yet, I suppose if I had stood up my expensive jacket and shiney pocket watch would’ve suggested otherwise. And I wasn’t losing myself trying to win over the Gransville Estate! I may have set up a façade, but once this was all over my problems would be solved and I’d return to my former self.

The volume of his voice went up just a notch as he pressed on, “Said the prophet Jeremiah, ‘Hear ye, and give ear: be not proud: for the Lord hath spoken.’”

From there it was completely brutal. At one point I simply rested my elbows on my knees and buried my face in my hands, quietly laughing to myself. He didn’t know my secret but he might as well have. The way he spoke of putting one’s self first had my concious recoiling. Such people as ignorant Mr. Harrington and eager Mr. Ainsworth came immediately to mind. The secrets I’d kept from Charles, the empty image Miss Ainsworth was bound to… Though he continued to keep it politely vague, he definetly got his point across.

He tried to make eye contact again but I turned away, trying to play oblivious to what was going on. My gaze fell on Nora, sitting with her family in the opposite pew. Her honey colored hair was pinned up in its usual pretty bun with a few loose curls framing her face. One hand brushed through Nelly’s hair while the other smoothed her dress.

Despite the innocent scene, my brows furrowed. Had she planned this? Had she asked Hodges to do it? It wouldn’t have surprised me in the least with how close they were.

And yet…it would have. It wasn’t in Nora’s nature to gloat; she’d had every chance and right to at the dinner party and hadn’t even come close. Though she might’ve known about it, I was sure it was just the clergyman doing his job. And, as proud as I may have pretended to be, it was working.

Nora casually glanced over and caught me looking at her. Needing some sort of explanation to be staring, I rose my eyebrows questioningly and then nodded towards Hodges though I already knew the answer. As I expected, her lips only curved into a small frown and she turned away with a shrug.

Surrendering, I turned back and attempted at relaxing once more.

Charles leaned over a second time, “Who do you think he’s referring to? You seem to know more about people than I do these days.”

I gave my most honest answer, “Couldn’t tell you, I‘m afraid.”



Enduring the rest of the session wasn’t any easier. Every time I tried to distract myself, he’d hit right to the core again and my thoughts would scatter. The entire time I’d been here I hadn’t taken much time to stop and think through my situation as a whole; I was too busy fighting the battles of the moment. Now I realized that I had was walking a fine line--one more wrong step and I just might plummet.

Normally risk didn’t intimidate me much. But he even had me feeling guilty for it all! My feet constantly shifted and I traced the the title of the prayer book repeatedly, doing all in my limited power to ward off the fire and brimstone launched at my place in the pew. And walking out of the door would only be a sign of defeat, to say nothing of the suspicion it would cause. I was trapped. Though if Charles noticed my restlessness, he showed no sign, simply holding his wife’s hand and listening pleasantly.

When it finally appeared to be coming to an end I sighed with relief and made the mistake of looking up. His eyes finally locked right on mine and he gave his closing sentence, “‘The wicked in his pride doth persecute the poor: let them be taken in the devices that they have imagined’. ”

Chapter Twenty-Five - Nora - When One Door Closes, Another One Opens

The rest of the ball passed as somewhat of a blur, with Mr. Samuelson and I spending as little time as possible with one another, at our own celebratory dinner party. I didn't mind much, and Mr. Samuelson couldn't come up with anything to smooth everything over, making every disposition that passed between us somewhat  awkward. At last, he bid his time until he was the last guest to leave, bidding my father a hearty goodbye, and me giving him the slightest curtsy as he bowed, wishing me a goodnight.

Needless to say, once the ball was over, all the guests gone, and the dinnerplates all returned to the sink for the servants to wash, I was more than relieved, I was exuberant. Now I could relax and not care about fake fiancé, or snotty neighbors. And I did just that, because as soon as I had my dress off and slipped into my night gown, I fell upon my bed and fell soundly asleep, not even realizing I had done so until the morning light hit me in the face.

When my eyes finally popped open, I realized it was late morning, unusual for me because I usually awoke very early, only to help Nelly dress and make sure Hettie did her chores, which she rarely ever did.

Still, it felt good to allow myself to relax for once, and I desereved it too. I had just gone through a very mentally trying night, and had ever right to lay in bed all day long, take no responsibility for anything, and pretend I wasn't entangled in a very fake web of lies, all of which, were not mine.

As tempting as that sounded, it wasn't really what I wanted to do. What I really wanted to do was scream my lungs out until I felt somewhat normal again. The only light at the end of this dark tunnel was that Mr. Samuelson was going to find a way out of all of it; we didn't actually have to go through with marrying each other, thank goodness.

Eventually, I found strength enough to get up and get myself dressed. I had to face the day, that much was certain. Unfortunately, as I made my way through the house, it seemed I was the only one that felt that way. Not even my father was up, which meant either he missed all his early business meetings or had made sure not to schedule any after the party.

For now, I decided that I would let everybody else sleep in, at least for a little bit. It was harming them, and we really had nothing that had to be done so soon anyhow.

Only then, that's when the doorbell rang. I rolled my eyes. So much for letting everybody get the rest they deserved.

Trying to finish tying my apron on, I clomped down the stairs, knowing my hair probably looked like a disaster, along with the unflattering bags under my eyes from staying up so late last night. Oh well, I was an engaged woman for the time being, I didn't need to impress anybody anyways.

I threw open the door, thoughts racing about who could come at such an hour as this, and unannounced too. Whoever I had been hoping it would be, mostly Hodges, but unfortunately it wasn't. All hope crushed, by the devestating fact that my fiancé stood only feet apart from me, hand in the air again as if to knock once more.

He was impatient I'd give him that. He opened his mouth, and without another thought, I slammed the door, unprepared to deal with such as him at this hour. I was still half-awake, and probably looked the part too. I did not need him to put me in a bad mood that would surely last the rest of the day. And besides, I had had all I could take of him last night. Surely even he didn't need another round of me yelling at him this morning.

I began to walk away, conscience guilt-free, when I hear a knock on the glass paine of the window. I turned, wondering what the poor man wanted now. He had his face squashed up against his hands as he tried to peer into the window.

"Uh...? Hello? Anybody home....? Nora?" He was clearly at a loss. Perhaps no one had slammed a door in his face before. Well, he could consider it a gift from me. And I'd gladly do it again too.

"Someone at the door?" My father's voice made me swivel my body in surprise. He stood at the top of the stairway, sleepy-eyed and still in his nightclothes. His hair poked up in several places, making me want to laugh at the absurdity.

I cracked a smile instead. "No one of importance, I assure you."

"Great. Have Peggy send up breakfast to me in my room. I think I'm a little too old to be staying up as late as we did last night." He yawned, and scratched at his stomach, before turning around and directing himself back to bed.

Slamming the door on Samuelson had quite the positive effect on me, and I hummed as I made my way to the kitchen. Just as I found Peggy and gave her her orders, the backdoor in the kitchen burst open, Hodges skidding inside, out of breath, but grinning.

"Hodges! What a surprise! And just look at you!" I laughed, rushing to his side to assist him into a chair, he took my shoulder, sat and he held his chest as he took a few huge gulps of air to get them into his system.

"Nora, I have just had the most brilliant of ideas! I couldn't waste anytime, I had to get over here and tell you all about it. Undoubtedly, you'll approve." He grinned, taking his hat off and setting it on the table.

*

"I'll see you sunday then?" Hodges asked, as I saw him out.

"Sunday it is." I grinned, opening the door for him.

Hodges was so excited he practically danced out the door. "Don't be late Nora!" He waved a goodbye, and I waved back, laughing at the idea of it all.

Tomorrow was going to be a very interesting sermon, I was sure. 

Chapter Twenty-Four - Elliot - Reluctance

I stood alone in the midst of the crowd for only a few seconds before the initial shock faded and I began chasing down my future bride again.

It had all been her father. In reality she wanted about as much to do with this as I did. I guess I should've seen it coming after that carriage ride in the rain. She hadn't shown much intrest in me; at least, not the extent her sisters did. It had been the very thing that had me so intrigued that evening. Well, besides those brown eyes of course.

I'd been so distracted by everything else under the sky though that I hadn't seen it. I had just assumed her father and her had come to an agreement--perhaps a compromise--concerning the next step in her future and I had become the unfortunately honored. Afterall, she'd never hinted towards such adamant dislike.

"Miss Ains--er--Nora!" I called out, not sure which title was appropriate now, "I..." suddenly remembered we had an audience and hesitated. Here was not the place for a heated discussion.

She turned her head only enough to shoot a sharp glance over her shoulder and then picked up her pace. Every movement she made dared me to even speak in her direction. I did much more than that.

"Perhaps a short walk in the night air will calm your nerves, Dear," I strode up to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders to guide her towards the door. She jerked her head around towards me and I immediatly turned away to look out at those around us.  It was partly to avoid her disgusted scowl and partly to make sure I was doing things right. No one seemed too horrified, so I led--or rather pushed--her outside.

***

"What are you doing?!" she snarled, tearing herself from me once we were a safe distance from the celebration.

"My sincerest apologies," I instantly put my hands up, "But I needed to speak to you. And I doubt it would please your father if his daughter and her promised began arguing at their own dinner party."

She surrenered only slightly, "I said my part. And convincing me otherwise, I'm afraid, is beyond even your powers, Mr. Samuelson."

"You've convinced me well enough of that," I chuckled, "However, that is not my intention. I only wish to tell you that you're not the only reluctant one in this agreement."

Her brows furrowed in confusion.

"I...don't mistake me, Nora. You're a lovely young woman. In fact, you're probably the most likable out of all my aquaintences here."

She rolled her eyes and, despite my frustration, I laughed.  "You really don't like me, do you?"

No response.

"Listen, I only wish to inform you that I'm not as...as prepared for this as I'd like to be. I was only following through because I believed you were in agreement. You've now shown me that you most certainly are not. And that makes two of us."

I was quiet after that, letting her register this new information. She stared at the ground, almost as shocked as I had been. She must've had the same assumptions about me that I had of her. The irony of it all made me want to laugh again; how had I got caught up in such a silly web?

"Well then, if you're so reluctant," the bitterness remained when she looked up again, "how does one explain this?"

She took off her elaborate ring and held it out, "It seems it bit too eager, if you ask me."

A valid point. At first I'd laughed at its gaudiness but Charles had insisted that it was most consistent with the income I was faking and we couldn't afford to change it. In reality it was one of his wife's old ones with a jewler's extra handiwork and a bargain pasted on. However, since the jewler was also well aquainted with the engagement of the famous Mr. Samuelson, Charles had told him we were simply running an errand for his wife. The man had asked about the engagement ring and offered a few potentials but when he handed our finished ring back I told him I already had one in mind.

"Nora," I smiled, "You're to be the bride of Elliot Samuelson. What did you expect?"

I knew it didn't please her but it answered the question. She sighed and lowered the ring again, though she didn't put it back on. And I didn't push her to. We just stood there in the chilly night air for a moment, neither of us knowing where to go from here.

"Oh. I had no idea you two were out here," Charolette's level voice caught us off gaurd and we spun around, "I suppose the little bride-to-be could only take so much excitement. Any more admiration and well wishes and she might've grown faint."

"Good evening, Miss Evans," I slightly bowed, not responding to the rude comment, though it had me confused. Charolette's fight was with me, not Miss Ainsworth. The last time we'd happened upon each other was the other day when she had so graciously stated her feelings by slapping me across the face with her glove and then departed. What did one say after such an occasion?

She didn't bother hiding her scowl as she curtsied, "Evening, Mr. Samuelson." Her eyes shifted back to Nora and then to her ringless hand. Her eyebrows rose, "Having second thoughs, Nora? I suppose it is a lot for someone of your family's temperment to take in. I suppose you can thank your father who's so willing to sell you off. Pity your mother can't be here for it."

My jaw was tempted to fall right open; did she behave in this manner towards everyone?

"Yes," Nora handled it much better than I would've, "We all regret the fact. But we think it best that we move on as a family."

"A noble decision, I think," I nodded in order to brighten the mood. I suddenly realized that things could be a lot worse: I could be engaged to my least favorite aquaintence.

"Well, it was nice speaking to you, Miss Evans," I tipped my hat and slipped my arm through Nora's, risking her annoyance in order to earn us an escape, "But please, do not feel the obligation to entertain us; there is an entire party in there full of refreshment and dance partners for you to enjoy."

She glowered at me but I only smiled and turned around to escort Miss Ainsworth further away.



"This is ridiculous," she pulled away once more when we were out of ear shot, "If we're both against it than you need to find a way to break it off."

"I need to," I argued, "He's your father."

She sneered, "And you're the gentleman. I would think it only good manners for you take the responsibility. Besides, I've already tried. He doesn't listen to me the way he listens to his business partners."

The thought of confronting Mr. Ainsworth was not a soothing one. Still, she was right. I guess it really was my responsibility. But there had to be better ways.

"Well?!"

"Alright!" I surrendered, "I'll...I'll think of something. But this isn't going to be easy Nora. It's going to turn the opinnions of every person here tonight."

"Mr. Ainsworth sent me to fetch you," the voice of Hodges interrupted.

Nora turned around, relieved, and I inwardly groaned. My toes smarted at the thought of reliving another lecture. What did a man have to do to find two moments of peace? The past few days seemed to be ambush after ambush.

"Very well," I recovered and tugged at the collar of my jacket as I couldn't refuse the banker, "After you Miss..."

I suddenly realized she was already a good five steps ahead of me and I looked over at the parish instead, "...ster Hodges."

With a roll of his eyes, he walked forwards. I followed suit, knowing better than to try and catch up to her, even if the crowd would expect us to come in together. Our physical seperation may disapoint a few but I decided they'd best get used to it.

Once we reached the door I hung back, letting the parish enter before I did. I quickly regretted the decision though as I ended up entering just as Nathaniel had been about to exit. I was only inches from running right into him and knocking the drink out of his hands.

"There he is! The celebrity of the celebration," he smiled and wrapped an arm around my shoulders but I kept my gaurd up, knowing the action was only to fight off the suspicion of others.

"I think I may have underestimated you, Elliot," he spoke low enough for only me to hear and swept his glass towards the dancers, "It takes a lot more than a pitchfork to get a whole town in such an uproar. I wonder though..." he paused, as if musing, "how much louder it will get when they discover that their Mr. Samuelson doesn't exist? Whatever will you do then?"

"Reveal you," I smirked, "Then it's only a matter of who runs the fastest: a lean and able farm boy or a weak, idle pickpocket."

Chapter Twenty-Three - Nora - An Enragement Party

"Nothing you can say will get me to go down there." I stated emphatically, crossing my arms to prove my point.

"Nora, you're being unreasonable." My father rubbed his hand with his palm, probably wishing this night was over, just as I was.

"You've already forced me into the marriage, but you can't force me to attend my own party, because I certainly don't want to celebrate this arrangement." I wasn't looking at my father, but out the window of my bedroom window, knowing if I looked into his heartbroken eyes I might give in.
"Nora, Mr. Samuelson could have any girl he wishes-"

"Good, let them take him." I cut him off, letting my anger take the reins.

My father sighed, trying a different tactic. "He'll be humiliated if you don't make an apperance."
"Perfect." I huffed. "That can be his one wedding gift to me."

"Please Nora, I'm begging you!" My father came and sat next to me on my bed.

"Who, as the banker who can't afford to have his name tainted, or as my father, who should care about me, about how I feel?" I asked, finally turning to him and looking into his eyes, my eyebrows raised in question.

"Can't I be both?" My father asked, his voice small.

I rolled my eyes and turned away, hurt.

"Okay, okay, I'm saying this strictly as you father." My father took a breath, preparing. "Will you please go downstairs," I opened my mouth to reply with a definite no, but my father continued, before I could get a single word in. "If only to talk with Mr. Samuelson? As your future husband, he should know what's on your mind; the poor chap has no idea you feel such strong emotions, such as these, and how could he unless you tell him so?"

I paused a second. Voicing my emotions to Mr. Samuelson were about the only way I was not going to explode on the next innocent passerby. I was about as angry as a wild boar, and letting off a little steam did seem like a good idea. But on the downside, I'd actually have to see Mr. Samuelson, in person.

"Okay then, I'll go downstairs." I decided, wringing my fingers, feeling a bit anxious as well as excited.

"Great!" My father stood up, ready to finally get the ball underway. He moved to leave the room, but paused, and turned around, thoughtful. "Speaking as the banker, I advise you go easy on the poor chap. He is the ticket to your future financial stability, and-"

I laughed, "Oh, don't worry father, I'll leave him in one piece." I took the crook of his elbow, and we walked down together, both of us not really ready to face the crowds.

*



"Nora! Just the person I wanted to see!" I laughed internally. Mr. Samuelson might have wanted to see me, but I in no part wanted to see him. I'd much rather turn and run the other way. I was half tempted to do just that, but the only thing stopping me was the fact I was standing in a large group of woman, including my sisters, who were gushing to me about how wonderful Mr. Samuelson was. Charlotte Evans had stayed quiet through the whole conversation, something I found unusual.

Fortunately for me, Mr. Samuelson had no idea that he was the topic of intrest, or I'm sure he would be gloating. As if he weren't already.

"Mr. Samuelson!!!" Nelly squealed and raced to the man, grabbing his legs in a hug of massive proportions. Normally, I would have felt embarrassed, and scolded Nelly, but under the circumstances, I felt Mr. Samuelson deserved whatever uncomfortable situations that arose.

"Well, hello there!" Mr. Samuelson scooped her up and spun her around, and I frowned. I forgot how extremely adaptable he was to any situation. Of course he could handle whatever Nelly would do to him, and it wouldn't embarrass him at all.

"I wish father would have set me up with someone such as Mr. Samuelson." Minevera sniffed, already fanning herself very quickly as she scanned the room for bachleors, or one bachleor in particular.

She didn't even have to say the name, and we both knew she was talking of Mr. Scotts. I could only hope and pray, for hersake as well as Mr. Scotts that father didn't try to set them up. He'd only have to look to Mr. Samuelson and I to see it would end in disaster.

"Count your blessings." I muttered to her, just as Mr. Samuelson approached us, bowing in the process. I gave the smallest of curtsies, only to be polite.

"I think I have something that belongs to you, Miss Ainsworth." Mr. Samuelson seemed to be not quite as smooth as usual, his eyes darted left and right, as if a frightened prey.

"Oh?" I was surprised. That wasn't what I expected him to say at all. Maybe something more along the lines, of a polite hello or a question of how I was doing, or maybe even nothing at all. But this, this was totally unexpected.

He fumbled around in his pockets nervously, until finally his fingers seemed to grasp an object, whatever apparently belonged to me. "Here it is." He gave a half smirk, and pulled out a ring  with a diamond attached the size of a small dinner plate. Needless to say, my eyes probably grew to the size of the diamond.

What it was was the most gaudy, expensive-looking ring, that was ridiculous to even think about trying to wear it around.

"That's not mine." My voice caught, as I'm sure a worried expression passed over my face. I almost cringed at the sight of it. Sure, I had to marry the guy, but I didn't want to go parading around the fact, and reminding everybody. Without a doubt, the size of the ring would do just that, just like Mr. Samuelson wanted. He probably only got it to show off his wealth, through me, which gave me all the more reason to resent the present.

"Of course it is!" Mr. Samuelson took my left hand, and placed the ring on the appropriate finger, as all the other girls Oooed and Awwed over the fact, well except for Charlotte, who glowered. What I wanted to do was take the ring off and fling it as high and as far as I could, maybe even by chance aiming it at Mr. Samuelson's face.

"You're so lucky Nora!" Minevera whispered, putting my hand up to her face so she could study the diamond closer.

"Can I borrow it just to see what it would look like on my finger?" Hettie asked, her eyes sparkling.

Charlotte sniffed. "I'm sure my father won't have to rope anyone into marrying me." She shot me a look, which meant almost nothing to me. She was right, for once.

"Do I actually have to wear it?" I whispered, so only Mr. Samuelson's ears could hear.

A confused expression passed his face, and he opened his mouth, whether to say something, or only in surprise, but was quickly pulled away with a "Over here Mr. Samuelson!" From a someone or other from town.

"If you'll excuse me ladies, seems I am wanted elsewhere." Mr. Samuelson scooted away, shuffling his feet as if unsure. "Miss Ainsworth." He bowed again, and I didn't curtsy this time, too stunned by the whole thing.

 *

"Would you care to dance?" I turned slowly, saw Mr. Samuelson's face, and grimaced. Just as I thought he had forgotten about me, here he was again. I had been sitting, talking with Mrs. Lettington about her last shopping trip, and of course, the size of my ring, only to be interrupted as her husband asked her to dance. Too soon to follow, here was Elliot now, asking me quite possibly the last thing I wanted to do.

"I suppose people would talk if we didn't." I took the lead, not looking back to see if Elliot was even following me to the dance floor.

We stood across from each other, he gave a smirk, and I fake smile, anger and annoyance boiling to an all-time high.

The music began, and we stepped forward, as was custom.

"How is your family, Miss Ainsworth?" Mr. Samuelson asked. A simple question enough, but now was not the time for such questions, not in my agenda.

We stepped back, leaving me no time to answer nor to say what I wanted to say.

We stepped forward again, this time weaving around the couple next to us. "If you think that you can just come in here and charm me like you have the rest of the girls you are sadly mistaken." I whispered harshly, just before we broke inbetween the couple.

Now we stood still as the couple weaved around us, and Samuelson looked bewildered. "What do you mean?"

We stepped forward again. "I know your kind. You think you're chrisma can save you from any situation, well not this one." We were forced to take a step back, putting the conversation on hault.

The next time we stepped forward, we had to take hands and walk, until we switched places with the couple down from us. "And, I won't have you even trying to court me, Mr. Samuelson, because there will be no need. No amount of your money will win me over, I can assure you."

Mr. Samuelson seemed to choke a little. "Me, trying to win you over?" He asked, confused.

"My father may have agreed to this arangement, but I want little part in it. In fact, it would be to both of our greatest pleasures if we had little to do with each other until the actual ceremony, am I clear?" I stated, feeling a little better now that Mr. Samuelson knew. Perhaps even he would back out now that he saw the true me, the me that wasn't going to be submissive and meek like a good wife should.

"But I thought-?" He was caught off guard, that much was sure.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I seem to be wanted elsewhere." I looked over, seeing Nelly sitting in a chair, about ready to fall asleep. If I didn't put her to bed, she would be downstairs all night. "Mr. Samuelson." I stated polietly, curtsied, then turned away, leaving Samuelson spluttering behind me.

Chapter Twenty-Two - Elliot - Strings Attatched

The servant led Charles and I through the spacious halls of the Gransville Estate. The idea that it would ever belong to me remained a far off fantasy despite my more frequent visits. An elaborate mural filled an entire wall while rich tapestries framed the windows. Polished candlesticks lined the white tiles, only adding to the sophisticated feel. I'd definetly be the dandiest Snyder to ever shine his shoe buckle.

Of course, if I actually did win the estate--and a healthy pile of the fortune with it--I was unsure how much of it I'd really be able to keep. The goal was to at least keep the estate as a visible cover-up for my lies. The fortune however, would go to paying off my debts back home, paying Charles in full for his services, paying back my loans, perhaps paying the hotel, and--as of now-- wedding funds.

I quickly shook the thought from my head. Just the word still made my stomach drop and head spin. Instead, I turned my attentions to the servant ahead of us.

He eventually led us to a intricately carved door and stepped in first to announce us before we entered.

It was all habit now. The quick brush at the hair and immediate smile. Keeping the image wasn't near as enjoyable as it was at the ball but that was probably because the challenge had faded. Elliot Samuelson was now established in everyone's minds; I simply had to go through the motions.

Mr. Harrington's faint but friendly voice welcomed us in. The first thing that registered was the tall form who's back was to us.

"Mr. Samuelson and Mr. Lettington," his wrinkles increased with his smile, "I forgot you two were coming this morning but no matter. Do you know Mr. Nathaniel Scott?"

The tall figure turned his head to tip his hat and I cordially did the same, nothing but a cold glance passing between us.

"Mr. Scott?" Charles grinned and stepped forward to shake his hand, "When did you return?"

He smiled in turn, "Only recently, Mr. Lettington."

"So you are aquainted. Good," the estate owner rested his elbows on his desk, "Now. As I was just telling Mr. Nathaniel here, my wife and I want to retire from this place and find a nice home by the seashore for our health. And, as you all know, I am at loss of an heir to inherit it. I've discussed options with both of you seperatly but I suppose it would be good to discuss it with both of you here. You are competitors but I perhaps this will make the process smoother."

Charles smiled, "Oh absolutely, sir. Actually, I was just telling Elliot..."

Their conversation became background noise as I felt Nathaniel glaring at me. I slowly turned my head and rose my eyebrows questioningly.

"Don't play innocent," he growled, low enough for only my ears, "What do you think you're doing?"

His question confused me, "I'm trying to listen to Mr. Harrington, if you don't mind."

"You know what I mean," he snarled, "You have a lot of things up your sleeve, Snyder, but I'm afraid it's going to take more than a nifty trick to support one Miss Ainsworth. Honorably at least."

Oh. That. A smile swung on my face and I chuckled, "Oh don't you worry, Mr. Scott. I've got it all under control."

"What?" he smirked, "You're going to take her home to your family farm? I'm sure Mr. Ainsworth would be just tickled with the prospect."

"And, why are you so concerned?" I asked, feigning complete casualness, "It wouldn't affect you in any way...would it?"

"Well of course not, but--"

"Good," I adjusted my glove and then gave him a jaunty expression, "Because I doubt Mr. Harrington is fond of jealousy."

His face reddened with anger and his fists clenched. Luckily, before any of us broke out in a wrestling match on the tiles, Charles turned back towards us,

"Isn't that right, dear cousin?"

"Oh," I jerked back to attention, "Yes. Quite right."

From the corner of my eye Nathaniel shook his head. I ignored him though. With all the people I was already trying to please, I decided his opinnion was one I could let go. Though keeping him an enemy likely wasn't a smart move either, letting him get the best of me would be worse. Afterall, he was my competitor.

The rest of the business discussion went rather smoothly. Mr. Harrington admitted that he had equal approval of both of us and fiddled with the idea of a great auction to help him with the final decision. That could possibly mean I'd have to loan more from the bank but I doubted that be a problem. Afterall, Mr. Ainsworth now saw this as the potential future home for his daughter.

We bid a formal farewell to Mr. Harrington before the servant led us all to the door.

"Goodbye Mr. Scott," Charles shook his hand once more, "May the best man win."

"Yes," he smiled, then turning his icy gaze my way again, "The best man indeed."

Luckily Charles hadn't caught the open challenge behind those eyes and stepped aside so I might bid my own farewell.

We exchanged fake smiles and shook hands before he added in a low voice, "Or, might I add, the best fraud."

It was true. Poor Mr. Harrington had no idea who he was really dealing with. Either the grand estate would go to a two-faced thief or a dolled-up stablehand--whoever could pull off the pompous peacock the best.

***

As we walked home I expected the rest of the day to be rather uneventful other than the usual congratulations and wishes of luck I recieved on the street. I was glad to have left the constant pressure of Nathaniel's presence and was determined to enjoy the walk as best as I could. One casual sentence from Charles hinted otherwise.

"Oh look, Elliot. It's Mr. Hodges."

The color drained from my face when I spotted him. He was walking at a furious pace, head down, and appeared to be muttering to himself. I had escaped the frying pan only to fall into the fire.

"Good morning, parisher!" Charles innocently called out, "How's the new employment going for you?"

He stopped in his tracks and looked up, trying to pinpoint who had called out to him in all the bustle. Charles waved to assist him and he immediatly turned his furious pace towards us. Meanwhile, I tried my best to look calm and confident, hiding my reeling nerves. I wasn't sure why I feared him so much. Nathaniel could knock me senseless quicker than this Hodges could. A parisher couldn't harm anyone anyways. And he wasn't the banker; he couldn't cut me off from anything I especially needed. Except maybe a wedding license but that would be more of a favor. No, there was just something about the man that made him intimidating. Perhaps it was just his obvious protectiveness of Miss Ainsworth. It was like dealing with her older brother.

"Good morning Mr. Lettington, Mr. Samuelson," he greeted, "How are you faring?"

"Very well, thank you," Charles answered, "How is the parish?"

He smiled, "More than suitable. I don't think there's been a nicer."

I remained in a content silence, hoping he'd simply talk to Charles and be on his way. Though my goal was to appear casual, I knew better than to strike up a conversation like nothing had happened. The entire town knew.

"Actually, Mr. Lettington, your cousin was just the man I was looking for. Do mind if I speak with him for a moment?"

My hopes were tragically dashed.

"Of course!" he stepped aside, "I'll just meet you at my house Elliot. Mrs. Lettington is making supper for both of us."

Oh to be as innocent and unassuming as Charles Lettington. To just leave people out in the middle of a hurricane and be blissfully unaware, with only simple thoughts like supper to rule one's mind.

"Listen," he dove in, "I don't know who you are, Mr. Samuelson, but--as the man who is to grant you your wedding license--I demand to know more details about this engagement of yours."

"There's not much to tell," I shrugged, "Mr. Ainsworth called me into his office and we made an agreement. Is there something wrong?"

There obviously was but it was nothing that could initially keep him from giving me a license.

"Have you talked to Miss Ainsworth about it?"

"Haven't had the chance, I'm afraid."

He scowled and glared up at me. His voice softened to a threatening low and I knew I was in for it.

"Is this how you high-class men work; You just go about your business throwing your weight around on people? Has it ever crossed your precious little mind that maybe they have their own weight to carry?"

I was completely confused. I wasn't forcing anyone to anything. Actually I had come to see myself as the prisoner in all of this.

"And," I didn't pull anything this time, honestly curious, "who are you reffering too?"

His eyes widened and he stepped back, "Are you daft?!"

The outburst from the gentle clergyman made me jump.

He shook his head, "I'm not going to play your game. You know exactly who I'm reffering too. And if there is any way I can stop this, so help me I will!"

With that and a cleverly placed foot on my toes, he was off.

I rubbed my sore foot and tried to sort it out. Was he reffering to himself? Was I forcing him to give a license to something he didn't agree with? No that wasn't right. He had the only authority there. Was he talking about Nora? I was sure she had talked it over with her father before this whole mess. I wasn't forcing her either...was I?

My thoughts came to another crashing halt as I felt a thin hand grip my shoulder and whirl me around.

"Ms. Evans," I grinned, "What a pleasant surprise."

A mocking smile twisted her lips and she held up an empty glove, "Mr. Samuelson."

Smack!

Chapter Twenty-One - Nora - A New Understanding

Town seemed to be particularly busy this morning, as I walked by on my way to the dressmakers, hoping to get a head start on a dress for my father's wedding.

"Congradulations Miss Ainsworth." Mr. Butterfield, the butcher, tipped his hat in my direction, and I gave a half-smile, unsure as to why I should get such congradulations for my father's engagement. It wasn't as if I was the one getting married.

"And what a blushing bride to be." Mrs. Hales commented as she passed me. I visibly stopped in my tracks. I turned around and touched Mrs. Hales on the sleeve, hoping to set her straight.

"I'm sorry, you must be mistaken. It's not I that is to be-"

"Miss Ainsworth!" I looked up, as Hodges came rushing at me, an unpleasant frown etched deep onto his worried face. "I've been looking for you everywhere!"

"Oh?" I was surprised. Hodges was only suppose to get back from his parish ordination today, and I had not heard word he had gotten in, else I would have gone straight to his house to tell him news of my father. Surely he couldn't be mad at me for that.

"We have to talk." He whispered harshly at me, his expression not letting up. He was clearly in a sour mood- but why?

I nodded my head, hoping not to provoke him anymore. He took my wrist, pulling me back towards the road that would lead to our houses, not saying one word as he marched me right out of the street. A few people looked our way, eyes growing big, but most paid no heed, as their thoughts were clearly more self-centered.

When we finally got to our tree, Hodges had worked himself up, his breath heavy and loud. "When were you going to tell me?" He sounded hurt, his eyes glaring at me.

"Tell you what? About my dad? Today actually, I just hadn't gotten word about your arrival, and-"
Hodges seemed confused, but he cut me off nonetheless. "Not about your dad. About you!"

"About me?" I frowned, unsure where he was going with this.

"Yes, you. And a certain Mr. Samuelson?" He cocked an eyebrow, his hands on his hips.

"I already told you Hodges, he isn't a future suitor."

"By George he isn't! I think he's moved past that now, hasn't he?" He sounded exasperated, and his arm flew up to his head, as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"What do you mean Hodges?" I asked, my body sagging against the tree. I was starting to grasp exactly what was happening, only I was hoping I was extremely off, and my imagination was running rampant.

"He's your promised Nora! You're fiancé!"  Hodges threw up his arms, doing all in his power to try and stay calm.

"No. I'm sorry, but that's quite impossible." I stated, my voice going quiet. My stomach felt sick, and suddenly I was too dizzy to stand. I couldn't even look Hodges in the eyes. It all made sense now, the talk with my father, his worrying that I'd be angry, how Mr. Samuelson seemed to be all but avoiding our estate, and well, even what many had said on the street.

I wouldn't put it past my father to do something like this. He was an eccentric, in his own way. And like he said, the money was all the motivation he needed. I felt like crying and screaming all at once. It was totally unfair. And I didn't even get a say in the matter, no thanks to the sneak who pretended to be a gentleman.

"You lied to me about this Nora, and that's not like you. All I want to know is why. Why would you not just tell me? Did you really think it would be easier to go behind my back with something like this?" Hodges  had taken a few strides to the right as he talked, trying to walk the anger off. As soon as he turned around, and saw my face, he rushed to my side, trying to steady me, so I wouldn't faint. "Wow, you're face is as white as a sheet. Are you okay?"

"I had no idea about this Hodges. My father-" I shook my head, as Hodges lowered me to a sitting positon, having me put my head between my knees.

"I'm sorry Nora, I didn't know. I should have guessed, I mean, the way your father is. Isn't it just like him to negotiate your hand for marriage without even having you in the room!" Hodges lowered himself next to me, sitting beside me. "I just heard and" He paused, not wanting to go on. "I got scared Nora. Things have to be different now, between you and me. Everything's going to change, and none for the better."

"And worse, I'm getting married to a total stranger." I added glumly. Of course Hodges didn't get my full meaning, but it was true enough I didn't know him on a very personal level, but also, I didn't know who or what he truly was, and what exactly he was hiding from the rest of us.

"I can tell you who he's going to be, a dead man, if I have anything to say about it!" Hodges promised, throwing a fist into the air.

That got a small laugh from me. "Hodges, you're a parisher now. You can't go around dueling others; it's unethical."

His brow furrowed. "Well, all I can say is Mr. Elliot Samuelson will just have to watch himself, because he hasn't seen my nasty side yet! And I do have one Nora." He shot me a look, knowing that I was skeptical.

"Oh, I'm sure." I patted his knee, holding in a laugh.

It went quiet as we both thought deeply about the situation, wondering what we could do.

"How are you to deal with your father?" Hodges asked, getting serious again.

"I don't know." I sighed, not wanting to go home, but now that I was promised to someone, it would look bad on my part to stay too long lingering here with Hodges. "But I may as well get this over with, right?"

Hodges took my hands in his, giving me a somber smile. "I wish you luck Miss Ainsworth." He nodded, and dropped my hands, knowing this was a goodbye as well.

I stood up, and Hodges followed suit. "Hodges, I can promise you one thing." I stated, thinking hard.

"And what is that?" He asked, curious.

"That I'll do everything in my power to get out of this predicament." I stated, giving a wicked grin to follow.

*

My father's eyes darkened. "Nora, I can't take the marriage proposal back now. It would soil our family name, laden it with scandel and backhand dealings. Besides, the whole town knows and they expect a very extravagant wedding. Not only because you're the banker's daughter, but because of the wealth of Mr. Samuelson. We cannot make this a small deal. It's huge! Life changing!"

"You're telling me." I muttered under my breath. "Can we at least forgo the engagement party?" I asked, hoping for the best.

"No." My father stated flatly. "I've told the whole town, and we're expecting to host at least have of them in our home. Everything is going to go through."

Well, there wasn't going to be any budging from my father's side. He was as stubborn as I was, which meant neither of us would let up.

My father's voice softened, and he stepped toward me, touching my shoulder gently. "Can you at least try to understand Nora? All of this is for your own good."

*

I walked out to our porch, grateful for the fresh air. Fighting with my father was getting me nowhere, and I needed a break to think the whole situation over anyways.

Sure, I could understand the position my father was coming from, and sure, I understood what I would have to do for the sake of my family name.

But understanding was a whole different thing than accepting. And I wasn't even close to coming to accepting any of this. I understood plenty, but that didn't mean I had to be nice about it.

One thing was for certain- Mr. Samuelson had his work cut out for him, if I had anything to say in the matter.