Anastasia

A Plan

Rebecca nodded. "There are no visible signs...has it pained you at all recently?"

"No, not at all."

A few more prods and pinches later and Rebecca stood back, satisfied. "I have not seen you at Clement's Inn of late," she remarked, helping Anastasia to rearrange her skirts.

Anastasia stared down at her hands. "No, I - I have not had any reason to go."

"Stella will be released in a week," Rebecca said quietly. "Daddy succeeded in having her sentence slightly reduced."

 "Oh, that must be quite a blessing." 

"Yes. Oh, my brother has been asking after you."

"Oh," was all she could say, unsure of how to respond and still not raising her eyes. "You can assure him I am in good health. And in good spirits because of recent events in my family." She glanced over to Adelaide who was lingering by a book case, pretending to be interested in a small crack which had appeared in the frame.

Rebecca smiled. "Of course. Please pass on my congratulations to your cousin."

Anastasia promised she would.

"Felicity, too, has been wondering if you would call. I know the Season will end soon..."

"Yes," Anastasia said, almost sadly. The thought of leaving London was a welcome one, but leaving her friends was another matter altogether.

"Why don't you come to Avondale?" she suddenly blurted as the idea came into her head.

"I beg your pardon?"

"You could come and stay at Avondale with me for a while. I'll be in need of some company out in the country. And Adelaide," she turned to her friend, "Perhaps you could come too? Robert will be at Fawley, scarcely a mile away! You will be mistress of that house some day, you might as well see it before you leave."

Adelaide looked so shocked when she mentioned her being mistress of Fawley that Anastasia had to suppress a small chuckle.

"Anastasia, I would be delighted to visit you, but I'm afraid that with Stella returning I'll be needed - "

"But Stella should come too, and Felicity. She wanted someone to practise with, did she not?"  A wide smile spread across her face as a plan formed in her mind.

Adelaide too, having overcome her surprise, was beginning to grin. "I think it's a wonderful idea!"

Anastasia, suddenly giddy with excitement, said, "Then I shall speak to Robert about it."

***

Robert, naturally, thought it was a brilliant idea. Lord and Lady Priston were to return the suggested week - the last in July - and so it would be the perfect opportunity to introduce them to his future wife and for their families to become better acquainted. He even suggested having the gentlemen stay at Fawley.

"Charlotte will be returning too," he told a Anastasia.

"How is she? I haven't written to her for - oh, months!"

Charlotte, as was only to be expected, had been interested solely in the details of the balls, the gowns and society's finest young gentlemen. After the initial weeks of the Season, Anastasia had exhausted her supply of gossip and so letters between them became shorter and less frequent until they ended altogether. And when she had met Adelaide - well, much had changed since then.

"Well enough, last I heard. She mentioned some Italian in her last letter."

"Oh dear, I hope she will not be too heartbroken when she leaves then," Anastasia muttered.

"I had feared the same, but this plan of yours puts my mind at ease. She can occupy herself with Terbridge, Whitby and Campbell as much as she pleases."

"Campbell?" Anastasia asked, surprised.

Robert looked at her incredulously. "Did you think I would leave him out? I don't care what sort of relationship he has with his sisters, Anna, he is still a friend of mine. And what about his saving you from what would likely have become a disastrous situation?"

"Oh, do calm down, Robert! I was merely a little surprised; I hadn't thought of him."

"Hadn't you?" Robert asked, eyebrows raised.

She creased her brow, flustered. "Well, no - I - Of course I did think - "

"Or does Terbridge occupy your thoughts these days?" Robert continued mischievously.

"No!" she exclaimed, more loudly than she had intended.

"Well then?"

"Well what?" She put on a false smile.

"Anna, you must - "

Anastasia stood up in frustration. "No," she said firmly. "Not now. Don't tease me so. I can't think clearly anymore. " She shook her head, muttering, "I need to go back to the country."

"In that case, you won't have long to wait. If Uncle Tony and Aunt Cecilly are agreeable - and I see no reason why they should not be - you will be back in Avondale within a week."

She nodded, sighing. "You are right, Robert. But before I leave London, there is something I must do."

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Author's Note

Three weeks after my last update - I do apologise. But don't say I didn't warn you! A combination of writers' block, no time and complete and utter exhaustion has delayed this one, but at last it's up(unedited, by the way). Thanks to everyone who's still sticking around with me. We don't have much longer to go! I'm working a bit on my next story too...don't expect it any time soon, though!