Matthew shot to his feet. “She has just lost a child, Arthur. Have you no sympathy?”
“Matthew, please…” his sister started.
“It is the middle of the night,” Matthew argued.
“Then in the morning,” said Mr. Melcourt, as though this was a great concession.
Mrs. Melcourt placed a hand on his arm. “Arthur, I think we can show Miss Smith a little more courtesy than that. Miss Smith, you may stay through the duration of your recovery. You will not see anyone. You will not leave this cottage, although I doubt that would be possible given your condition. Do you understand?”
I nodded wearily, for what else could I do?
“Now, we should leave Miss Smith to rest. You, too, Matthew,” said Mrs. Melcourt.
Matthew cast a pained look at me. “Venetia, if you wish me to stay… ?”
I shrunk back. “I want to be alone.”
I could not lean on this man for comfort when I knew that so soon he would be gone from my life. Once again I would be alone in the world, unsure if even my brother would want anything to do with me once he found out why I had been dismissed from Highbury House.
“I will come back tomorrow,” Matthew promised.
“No, please don’t.”
“Matthew,” his sister said sharply from where she held the bedroom door wide for both men.
My lover cast a last look at me from over his shoulder, and then he was gone.
I expected Mrs. Melcourt to follow, but instead she closed the door softly behind them. She drew up a little needlepointed chair and sat on the edge of it.
“I find myself in an extraordinary position, Miss Smith,” she said, her tone losing all of the coaxing sweetness she’d deployed with her husband. “Even though the Lord has blessed us with three healthy children, we should have had more. Arthur may not dwell on it, but I will never forget all the children we lost.”
“I’m sorry,” I murmured.
“I do not seek your sympathy,” Mrs. Melcourt snapped. “I merely want you to understand why I stopped my husband from casting you out of this cottage at dawn. You lost a child. You also betrayed my trust when you seduced my brother.”
“I didn’t seduce your brother.”
She carried on as though she hadn’t heard me. “Matthew is a good man, but he can be naive. He skates over some of the more difficult realities in life because he does not want to engage with them.”
“Why are you telling me this?” I asked.
“He will not marry you.”
I swallowed. “I don’t expect him to marry me.”
She nodded. “I’m glad we understand one another. You may recuperate here in the gardener’s cottage until Dr. Irving believes that you are fit for the train journey back to London. I ask that you not contact my brother for the duration of your stay.”
“If he comes here, that will be his choice alone,” I said.
“Matthew will fall in line with my wishes. He always has, because he lives at Mr. Melcourt’s pleasure.”
“He doesn’t want your husband’s money,” I said.
She leaned in. “Then why does he continue to take it?”
I had no reply.
“Perhaps you are right. It is high time that Matthew find himself a bride who will bring a good settlement to the marriage. I will see that it happens by the end of the year. I will also see to it that my husband comes to his senses about this scandal. We cannot dismiss you, as too many people know about your work here. Instead, you will finish any designs remaining and instruct Mr. Hillock on the details he will need in order to complete them himself.”
The horrid woman had come to the same plan to exit Highbury House as I had. Somehow that sank me into an even darker despair.
“Thank you, Mrs. Melcourt,” I said quietly.
She arched a brow. “I’m doing what is necessary to take care of my family. I am protecting my brother from being tricked into marriage by an unsuitable woman.”
Some spirit rose in me. “Unsuitable? I am a gentleman’s daughter, just as you are.”
“We both know that we are not the same, Miss Smith. I have position and wealth such as you could never imagine. You dig in the dirt and play with plants for money,” she said.
“I have talent and artistry.”
“And I have a husband. I hold all of the cards, Miss Smith. Now, I suggest you rest. The sooner you recover, the sooner that we can be rid of one another.”
My fists clenched in the sheets to keep from lashing out with a blow. Instead, I fixed her with a look and said, “Mrs. Melcourt, I can assure you that nothing would give me greater pleasure than knowing I never have to see you again.”