Harriet and the Colonel, Ch. 3 (part 2)

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“What other reason is there?” Edmund repeated as he took a seat behind his desk.

She held his gaze and tipped her head to the side, waiting purposefully for a minute before saying, “I want to know the truth.”

He shook his head as his brow furrowed. “I am afraid I do not know what you mean.”

She rolled her eyes. “I am not stupid! You know precisely what I mean, but since you will likely continue to pretend that you do not, let me elucidate for you. Our brother did not die by accident. Penny did not throw herself into the Thames. The colonel is not just visiting his relations in Hertfordshire. There are men who visit here but not at calling hours. Our cook and a few others such as Jimmy are men you worked with on the continent. I know it is all connected in some way, and I want to know what that is.”

“You cannot.” His expression was as stone-like as she had ever seen it.

She folded her arms and glared back at him. “I will find out.”

He flinched and his head shook just a bit.

“I found Andrew’s watch. It was stolen, which proves he did not just stumble and die.”

“It proves nothing of the sort,” he retorted. “Andrew could have fallen, died, and then, had his things stolen from him.”

She shook her head. “He was not in a normal location.” She uncrossed her arms so that she could count off the clues pointing to her conclusion on her fingers as she said them. “That was the first clue.” She held up a finger. “The theft of his watch and money was never mentioned.” She held up a second finger.

“That means you needed to be able to find the watch, and then, decipher who it was that had it.” She held up a third finger.

“That is not a clue,” he grumbled. “It is a supposition.”

Again, she shook her head. “It is a clue, which is why the store at which I purchased the watch is written on the paper in the bag with it. And, I am certain that is why you have already talked to Jimmy to confirm that bit of information and extracted from him what it looked like and the proprietor and all those sorts of things.”

She rested her hands in her lap. “If you have not, then, you are far less astute than I thought you were, and I will have you know that you are nearly the most intelligent gentleman of my acquaintance.” Here, she let herself smile teasingly.

He did not return her smile. “Nearly the most intelligent, you say? Those are dangerous words when you could be in severe trouble for all that you have done in the past twenty-four hours.”

He could glower all he wanted. She would not be intimidated. Her heart would beat loudly, and she would wish to fidget under his glare, but she would not show an ounce of trepidation. “Why is the colonel your best man?”

He blinked. “He is very good at what he does.”

“And he outwitted you often when we were younger.”

His head bobbed up and down very slowly. “So, you are saying that I am second to the colonel?”

“Yes.”

“Again.” He blew out a breath and shook his head. “So I am both no longer your favorite, nor am I the most intelligent fellow you know.” There was a note of sad resignation in his tone.

“It is very close,” she assured him softly. “In fact, you may be tied for most intelligent if you were to finally realize that I am capable of supporting Richard in his role as his wife rather than being some bit of feathers for brains that will always be an inconvenience and a liability.”

Edmund scrubbed his face with his hands. “Harry, there are things that you do not know, nor should you.”

“But I will know them, Edmund.” She held up a finger. “Wait. Richard is watching a maid. My maid ended up dead. Our brother was in an area where many vices can be had for a price.” She gave her brother a pointed look. “I think we both know what I mean by that without my having to elaborate.” She sighed. “Please, tell me that neither you nor Andrew have visited the females who ply their trade in that area.”

Edmund squeezed his eyes shut. “Harriet, you are treading on my last nerve.”

“These things are all related, and it has something to do with ladies of the night, shall we say?”

He shook his head as he jaw clenched. “There are things you must not know.” He pulled the blue pouch containing the watch from his desk drawer. “And it is not I who has determined that you are not to know them.”

“It is not you?” she repeated softly. “Then who?” She tapped her finger on her lip.

“I cannot tell you that, so please stop trying to figure it out.” He took the watch from the bag. “I am happy that this was found.” He held it up and turned it this way and that. “I was going to lecture you about sneaking around behind my back. I still should.”

“I know,” she admitted. “But it would do no good at all. Oh!” she said as a thought came to her. “Have all your men spent time on the continent?”

“If I promise to tell Richard that he can present an offer for you once what we are doing is done, will you cease and desist?”

“So they have,” she said triumphantly.

“Harriet, answer my question.”

“I cannot promise that curiosity will not overwhelm my good sense.”

He snorted in derision at that.

“However,” she continued, “it would remove one reason for my being so obstinate, and the crown will never need to know that I know you are working on some sort of sensitive assignment.”

His mouth popped open and then closed before his lips made that thin line expression from earlier. “I am not even going to ask,” he muttered after he had given his head a good shake. “You have convinced me. The next time I see your colonel, I will inform him that he is free to offer for you. For I would hate to have you entrusted to any other man, and frankly, at this moment, I would be more than delighted to have Richard deal with you rather than me.”


The December 2024 Saturday Broadsheet

December 14, 2024

Happy Holidays! It’s only 11 days until Christmas (for those who celebrate it like I do) and 12 days from Boxing Day … which this year, is also RELEASE DAY for How to Marry An Accomplished Lady!

Finally!

If I get it uploaded in time. (Yikes!)

Currently as I write this, I need to have the final document uploaded to one of my vendor sites in four days. I’m still doing a last read through with Christopher (my Elevenlabs narrator) so that I can see if there are things that need some rewording to make the audio as good as it can and to help me catch any of those last little things that slip through the editing process.

(Such as I’ve found a few missing words and at least one place where two words were repeated. It’s really helpful to hear the story instead of just reading it for things like this.)

This means that next week…

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Harriet and the Colonel, Ch. 3 (part 1)

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“Jimmy says your brother is looking for you, miss,” Harriet’s maid, (name of maid), said to her the next morning when she came to help Harriet with her hair.

“Has he been to his study so early?” A smile of deep satisfaction settled peacefully on Harriet’s lips and in her heart. Edmund would not be able to say she was incapable of being married to a man involved in a secretive business.

“Apparently, he was there an hour ago with some gent – you know the sort. Though neither of us are to know that.” She winked at Harriet in the mirror. (name of maid) was an incredible asset. Not only could she care for clothes and pin hair, she was also excellent at gathering information to relay to her mistress.

“It does seem rather early for him to be welcoming callers of any sort,” Harriet said. “I wonder what it was about?”

“It’s hard to say, miss. Your brother likes to keep his association with some even more private than the rest of his business.”

Harriet would have commented on this, but a loud knock at the door kept her from it.

“I dare say that is him,” (name of maid) whispered.

“I am not presentable,” Harriet called out.

“Harriet!”

“It is most certainly Edmund,” she whispered to her maid as they both only allowed a short soft burst of laughter to escape their lips.

“I am not presentable,” she called again. “I will see you in the breakfast room in half an hour.”

“That is unacceptable,” he replied through the door. “I must see you as soon as possible. You will be in my study. In ten minutes.”

“Fifteen,” Harriet called. “And not a minute sooner, but possibly a few later.”

“Ten.”

Oh, he was testy this morning.

“Fifteen.”

“Harriet!”

“Fifteen. That is my final offer. I simply cannot be seen until my hair is complete, and I am wearing clothes. Why, what if you had an early caller, and I was thoroughly disheveled looking. The news of such a thing could get around town by next Tuesday.” She doubted anyone calling on her brother at such an early hour of the day would be the sort to gossip about how they had seen her without her hair tamed and in a dressing gown and slippers.

“Harriet.” The name rumbled through the door in a growl.

“Has something happened?” she asked. “You seem rather disgruntled with your state in life this morning.”

“Miss, you are wicked,” (maid’s name) whispered. “Teasing him as you do.”

She was fortunate that her brother was more long-suffering than some, and she knew it.

“I cannot tell you about itl,” he answered.

“Do you mean that you cannot tell me now because you do not wish to shout it through the keyhole? Or is it one of those things that you cannot tell me at any time and would rather leave for me to discover on my own.”

“Harriet, you go too far.”

“Thank you. My hair looks just right.” Harriet stood before the mirror and looked herself over from front to back before tip-toeing across the floor and swiftly opening the door. “You are in luck. I am ready before my fifteen minutes are up. However, I will need a cup of tea if I am to forego eating as I normally would at this time of day.” She stepped around him. “Shall I bring it to your study?”

“You will take yourself to my study without a cup of tea.”

Oh, he looked decidedly put out. Something was most certainly afoot. However, a lady who intended to convince her brother that she could face danger was not the sort to be cowed by a few harshly spoken words and a glower.

“That will not do. Would it be acceptable to have a cup brought to me in your study?” She fluttered her lashes.

“Have you always been this impossible?” her brother muttered.

“No,” she replied with a shake of her head. “I fear it is you who brings out the best in my ability to be…” She tapped her lip as if searching for a word. “Passionately independent.”

“Passionately independent?” he cried incredulously before blowing out a breath in exasperation. “Staunchly recalcitrant is more like it! You do realize that most ladies, who speak to their guardian as you have just now, do not do so without suffering for it.”

She swallowed. It was rare that Edmund threatened punishment. Still, she held his gaze without wavering. “Yes. But how else am I to prove to you that I am not the sort of lady who faints at the first sign of danger or flutters and flies about when touched by the smallest amount of anxiety?”

“Of all the stupid things, Harriet.” He pressed his lips together so firmly that they formed a thin line. She had well and truly pushed him to the limits of his patience. However…

“My tea. How shall it be retrieved?”

“I will have it brought to you, but I will not call for it until you are seated in front of my desk. Do I make myself plain?” His shoulders were lifting and lowering noticeably, which normally would be her sign to desist, but she had a point to carry.

Therefore, she patted his cheek and smiled at him. “A simple, ‘we will have tea in my study’ would have sufficed. I am not slow of understanding, and there is no need to overexert yourself.” She turned toward her open bedchamber door. “(maid’s name) could you please see that a cup of tea finds me in Edmund’s study when you are through with my room?” She turned back to Edmund. “There. It is done. Now, if you would offer me your arm, we could reach your study before (maid’s name) is done with her work.”

“Harriet,” he rumbled in a low and somewhat dangerous tone as he extended his arm, “I ought to…” He shook his head.

“What? Lock me in my room?” she asked as they began a quick march towards his office. “Banish me to the country? Require me to drink only watered down port for three days and not else? You are no longer in the army, my dear brother, and flogging one’s sister is frowned upon.”

“I was not going to say have you flogged. What kind of monster do you think I am?” The words were said with some force and a hint of hurt.

Harriet chuckled, though it was a forced thing. “I know you would never be so cruel to me. However, that being said, I am also aware that I have pushed and prodded you to a place where, if I were not your beloved sister, you might have considered it.”

“Why must you torment me as you do?” he asked in a pleading tone. “I do not remember you ever being so obstinate for Andrew or Father.”

She leaned into his arm so that her shoulder bumped his. “Father died before I had to wage a campaign against his opinions about whom I was allowed to marry, and Andrew? Well, you were on the continent for a time, so you do not know how I tried him on the topic, and, as it turns out, he is not as stubborn as you are.”

“Then, this is all about my reluctance to allow Richard to present an offer to you?” he asked.

“That is the main reason, but it is not the only reason.” She released her hold on his arm so that he could open his study door for her.

“What other reason is there?”

She shook her head. “Some things should not be discussed in the corridor,” she whispered before entering his study and taking a seat.


The College of Physicians (Microcosm of London Plate 020)

Thomas Rowlandson (1756–1827) and Augustus Charles Pugin (1762–1832) (after) John Bluck (fl. 1791–1819), Joseph Constantine Stadler (fl. 1780–1812), Thomas Sutherland (1785–1838), J. Hill, and Harraden (aquatint engravers)[1], Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons


Annabelle (aka Belle) lost her heart to a young man who was training to be a physician. Unfortunately, her father is more than a bit full of himself. He’s a narcissist of the first order, and a physician as a son-in-law will not do. So, he makes sure to separate Belle from Fritz and hopes to see Belle married to someone more suitable. However, six years later, Belle is still unmarried, and her father gives up hope. Therefore, when his sister in Bath asks to have Belle join her as her companion, he’s more than willing to send her away. Little does he (or Belle) know that Aunt Augusta’s physician is Fritz.

This story, His Irreplaceable Belle, is an original sweet Regency romance with a Persuasion flavour and is book four in my Touches of Austen series.

Below is an excerpt from chapter 2.

Enjoy!

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Watercolor Flowers

Images for the above video were sourced through Depositphotos. Video background was created using Animoto and Canva.

I decided to share the images for this post in a bit of a different fashion today, and you have some options. You can press play and listen to the rest of this post being read to you, or you can press play and turn off the sound to see the images before you read the post below. It’s totally up to you how you wish to enjoy it.


While Georgiana’s sketchbook in Protecting Miss Darcy contains only sketches, I couldn’t resist sharing these pretty watercolor flowers that I found, so that, just like Lily (Alfred’s niece), you could “page” through them.

In the excerpt below, you’ll hear a bit about an incident involving a flower and bee and, hopefully, you’ll enjoy watching Alfred come to a surprising conclusion.

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