Page 15 of The Lovers
Elise nodded her understanding. She felt sick to her stomach and wished only to be left in peace.
“Oh, how I wish your mother was alive to see this,” Edward suddenly added with a twisted smile. “She rejected me, you know. Once, a long time ago. She chose your feckless father over me. She proved a good breeder. Three sons in as many years, and only one of them dead,” he added, his tone musing. “They could have been my sons. Well, I might not have had her, but I now hold the power of life and death over her daughter. Ironic, is it not? I suppose life has a way of righting certain wrongs,” he added with a laugh.
With that, he turned on his heel and strode from the room, leaving Elise to gaze after him with a mutinous expression. She adjusted her nightdress, blew out the candle, and pulled up the blanket, but she was unable to sleep. She was seething with humiliation and resentment. Lord Asher had deceived her father about his intentions and acted out of spite because of something her mother had done decades before. Elise was now his to command and pimp. Hot tears rolled down her face as she sobbed into the pillow. What was she to do now? How was she to go on? Edward Asher had no intention of being a real husband to her. She was a broodmare, her presence in his house having only one purpose.
TEN
Elise awoke to find Lucy pushing aside the bed hangings. Cold winter light poured through the diamond-paned windows, its brightness suggesting that she’d slept rather late. A fire already crackled in the grate, making the room pleasantly warm. Lucy poured hot water into the basin and placed a towel next to it in readiness. This was certainly a lot more pleasant than waking up at home and braving the frigid floorboards and a crust of ice in the pitcher.
“What time is it?” Elise asked as she got out of bed and pushed her arms through the sleeves of a heavy brocade dressing gown held out by Lucy.
“Why, it’s past ten, me lady. His lordship said not to disturb you, but her ladyship is demanding to see you in her parlor. She’s been up for hours. Early riser, she is,” Lucy added bitterly. She likely had to get up very early to wait on the old lady.
“Why does she want to see me?” Elise asked, suddenly fretful. Memories of last night forced their way to the surface, their sharp edges no longer blunted by slumber, and made Elise cringe with shame. She imagined feeling many things on her first morning as a wife, but shame and disbelief hadn’t been on the list. She hadn’t expected to feel happiness, but she had hoped for contentment and relief at having survived that first test of matrimonial togetherness. But the test wasn’t over—it had just begun.
Lucy shrugged. “She’s got reasons of her own, to be sure. Always does. I’ve laid out this nice woolen gown, on account of it being so cold,” Lucy added, her tone questioning. She didn’t knowthe ways of the new mistress and was feeling her way around, looking for approval of her initiative. Elise smiled. No one had fussed over her like this before. The de Lesseps women all shared Rose, who was the only upstairs maid, and had to wait their turn in the mornings. Rose always saw to Caroline first, then went to help the younger girls. Elise fended for herself, preferring not to wait an hour to get dressed and come downstairs. She was usually the first one up anyway, and she’d go look in on her sisters and offer any assistance in getting them dressed and ready for the day. Her heart squeezed at the thought of Amy and Anne. This was the first time they’d spent a night apart, the first night of a lifetime. Elise forced her attention back to Lucy, refusing to give in to melancholy.
“Yes, the gown will do very well for today. Thank you, Lucy.”
“Dolly will bring up yer breakfast presently. Can’t see the old dragon on an empty stomach.” Lucy giggled, her expression conspiratorial.
“Is she that fierce?”
“That and more,” Lucy confirmed as she did up the laces of the bodice. “I heard his lordship say that she was quite a terror in her day.”
“That’s encouraging to hear,” Elise mumbled. She wanted to learn as much as possible before facing her mother-in-law, but Lucy’s insolence didn’t sit well with her. The girl was too free with her tongue and treated her new mistress as if she were her friend. Elise knew that she should nip the unseemly familiarity in the bud, but Lucy’s prattling could arm Elise with useful information, information she wouldn’t otherwise be privy to, so perhaps it was wiser to wait and see.
“Rules the roost, she does,” Lucy continued. “I hear it were her as wished his lordship to marry again. Said he needed an heir.”
“Who would inherit if he didn’t beget one?” Elise asked, her curiosity piqued.
“Oh, I wouldn’t rightly know, me lady.”
Elise suddenly wondered if it was common knowledge within the household that James was her husband’s natural son. She couldn’t very well ask Lucy, nor could she say anything to the girl that she didn’t wish to make the rounds of the servants’ quarters within the hour. Lucy could be a useful ally, but she could also be Elise’s undoing if she weren’t careful. She had to tread carefully.
“Ye’d best get on, my lady. Her ladyship don’t like to be kept waiting,” Lucy informed Elise.
Elise hastily finished her breakfast and headed downstairs to her mother-in-law’s private parlor on the ground floor. She’d finally met Lady Asher yesterday upon arriving from the church, the old lady being too frail and susceptible to cold to attend the wedding service held in the church porch. Lady Asher had offered her congratulations after looking Elise up and down, as if she were a prize heifer.Is she privy to what her son has planned?Elise wondered as she knocked on the door and was bid to enter.
The old woman sat in front of a roaring fire, her back ramrod straight despite the cushion placed behind it to make her more comfortable. She was tall and thin, her nearly white hair piled so high above her forehead as to make her appear even taller. Her gown was well-made but outdated in style. It was dark gray, not a color flattering to most women, and completely unadorned with any lace or jewelry. In an era of excess and overindulgence, it seemed even more out of place, especially against the rich backdrop of the parlor, which was done up in scarlet and gold, clearly her son’s choice. Elise subconsciously fingered the brooch pinned to her bodice. It had belonged to her mother, and she wore it every day since her mother passed, almost like a talisman.
A young woman sat in the corner, crewelwork forgotten on her lap as she gazed out the window, a slight smile playing about her lips. She was fair-haired and had the look of Edward Asher about her. She might have been his sister, had the age gap between them not been too great for that to be possible.
“Sit down,” Dowager Lady Asher instructed and pointed to the chair opposite her.
“Thank you, Lady Asher,” Elise replied. Elise did as she was bid but inwardly bristled at the tone. It was a tone normally used to bring a dog to heel, not to address one’s daughter-in-law, but the Dowager Lady Asher clearly wasn’t interested in Elise’s feelings or comfort.
“You may call me Lady Matilda. You are Lady Asher now. Has the marriage been consummated?” Lady Asher asked without any preamble. Elise blushed furiously and nodded.
“Good. Do you bleed regularly?”
“Yes.”
“I have instructed Lucy to keep track of your menses. That way, we’ll know right away if you are with child.”
“We?” Elise asked, heat rising in her cheeks. She hadn’t realized this was to be a group endeavor.
“My son and I. Edward must have an heir. That one over there is no use to him.”
