The Apothecary's Daughter

Chapter 27

"He seems happier." Charles says kindly. "Now tell me about the rest of the stodges in the room."

The pair have a genial conversation about the various couples throughout the room before the footman announces that dinner was served.

Emmeline follows the crowd into the dining room. She is pleasantly surprised to find herself seated between Charles and Mr. Cooper and nowhere near Lady Margaret.

"Before we begin, I believe a toast is in order." Daniel says, rising from his seat, "to my dear brother who has promised to be a greater presence here at our childhood home. May my daughter stop referring to him as 'Uncle Charlie who never visits' and become a proud member of Abbotshire's society. I hope you all will welcome him into your fold with open arms." A polite murmur spreads throughout the table and Charles wiggles his eyebrows at Emmeline as she suppresses a giggle.

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Daniel tries to focus on the conversation with Lord Thomas and Miss. Lydia, but his eyes keep drifting to Miss. Somers and his brother. She had not stopped smiling since Charles introduced himself at the beginning of the night. He thought the pair would get along, and was happy to see his prediction was correct. He wished that he could know what Charles was saying that made her smile so. She looked a little sad when she first entered, and made no effort to speak to her friend Lydia. Daniel knew he was thinking too much of it. He had guests to entertain.

"Your daughter will start soon will she not?" Lady Margaret asks Daniel, removing him from his thoughts.

"She has a tutor that comes twice a week, and Miss. Somers has been gracious enough to teach her once a week." Daniel says methodically. He did not like where this conversation was going.

"But shouldn't she be receiving more regular lessons? We sent my Lydia off to The Barton Lodge for her education when she was but 8 years old, and she is quite accomplished is she not, my lord."

"Your daughter is quite accomplished, yes, but I do not feel that boarding school would be appropriate for my Matilda. She needs to be allowed to explore and learn her own way. Maybe when she is older I will reconsider, but right now I am quite satisfied with the work she does with her tutor and Miss. Somers." Daniel speaks in a level in cool tone. He looks at Emmeline as if to offer thanks, and an apology for the conversation that was sure to come.

"Ah yes, Miss. Somers is such a good nurse for the area, she has been educated in quite the unusual fashion." Lady Margaret looks directly to Emmeline, "You were educated by your mother, were you not? In the ways of a healer?"

"Until her passing, yes, then my father and another apothecary in London. It is how I make my living." Emmeline says quietly.

"Well Matilda speaks highly of you. She had me playing pretend potion maker with her yesterday, telling me all about the fairies." Charles says, giving Emmeline a reassuring look.

"How, quaint." Lady Margaret says.

"Gentlemen, won't you join me in the parlor for brandies?" Daniel says, putting an abrupt end to the conversation. The party rises, the women to a separate room for tea and cards, the men in the men's parlor for cigars and billiards.

"I must apologize, my lord." Emmeline catches Lord Hargrave before he joins the men, "but I must be on my way." She willed her voice not to crack as he looked at her, a look of true sincerity on his face, "The hour has grown late and I do not wish to drive my curricle home too far into the night. It is not the shortest ride and I am afraid I have grown tired." Daniel looked at her in earnest.

"Is that all that is troubling you Miss. Somers? I can have one of my men ride with you if you do not feel safe enough to ride."

"I am fine, my lord. I open the shop tomorrow and cannot afford to be tired." She says with a laugh, trying to seem stronger than she felt.

"Then I guess I must bid you goodnight."He replies, bowing slightly.

"Good night, my lord. I shall see you and Matilda on Wednesday." She curtsies and turns to leave.

"You would tell me." His voice catches as he walks over to her. He was close enough that smelled the familiar scent of lavender and chamomile that he was beginning to understand was uniquely hers. If anyone saw them, it would cause quite a scandal, but he cared not, "you would tell me if there was something troubling you?"

"I will be fine, my lord. Now you must return to your guests. It is quite improper for you to spend so long on a goodbye. I hope you have a pleasant end to your evening." Emmeline gulps.

"I bid you good night, Miss. Emmy." Emmeline blushes at the informality and takes her leave. She leaves with her heart heavy. There is only so much she can bear.

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Hey y'all! Here's another installment for you! I am currently socially distancing and finishing my masters online instead of in person so I'm hoping to have more updates out for y'all during this crazy time.

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