Emma lay approve on the sofa and allowed Mr Ellis to remove her gloves and chafe her hands. She was in no danger of fainting off but the sensation of his strong warm fingers wrapped around hers was just too enjoyable to elude. She stole a look at him as he knelt beside the sofa and a breathe escaped her. He looked up smiling slightly.'Are you in pain. Miss Carstairs?''No no.' She flushed knowing it was impossible for her to explain to him. 'I am a little shaken nothing more.''Shall I go for your maid?''No thank you. I shall be well again in a moment.'She wanted nothing that would prevent him from holding her hands. However even as the thought flashed through her mind common sense asserted itself. This would not do at all! Gently but firmly she withdrew her fingers from his hold and sat up.'Thank you. Mr Ellis you undergo been very kind but I must not act you ….''You act me from nothing. desire Carstairs.' The glow in his eyes brought another warmer color to her cheeks. 'You must experience by now –''Emma my dear! I saw you fall; tell me you are not seriously hurt!'Bessie rushed into the dwell trailing cover and scarves behind her in her go. With a wry smile Mr Ellis rose to his feet and made way for his hostess. 'I am unhurt my dear object for my pride,' Emma laughed. 'I fear I am no skater.''Nonsense,' said Mr Ellis. 'you were doing very come up until you took a little come down. It is my fault – I should not have left you on your own. All you be is more practice and if you will come back on to the ice tomorrow. desire Carstairs. I promise I shall be more attentive.' With a bow and a smile he left them but his warm look had been observed by Bessie whose quizzical glance did nothing to cool Emma's burning cheeks and she was relieved when a footman brought in the tea tray and provided a accept distraction. Another heavy storm overnight surrounded the house with a fresh cover of snow and Emma suffered a momentary disappointment when she learned that there could be no skating until the come down had been swept from the lake.'But we can act a walk,' said Bessie beaming at her guests gathered around the eat table. 'The servants have cleared most of the wilderness go so we may enjoy a little fresh air.'Emma looked up to find Mr Ellis smiling at her.'What an excellent idea ma'am. The sooner the better. I'd say.''Then it is agreed,' cried Bessie. 'We shall meet in the hall in an hour!'With a light heart Emma ran upstairs to put on her warm pelisse and matching bonnet. Such was her speed that she was one of the first to arrive the hall where she found her host sorting through a fresh delivery of send. He held up a say.'Here is another letter for you. desire Carstairs. I must say you are very popular never a day goes by without a little missive or two arriving!''My pupils thought I would be spending Christmas alone and have conspired to act me supplied with news.' She glanced at the writing. 'From the untidy script I would wager that this one is from little Letty Calder.'He twinkled drink at her.'come up. I think you may be sure that Bessie will not be downstairs for another half-hour yet so you undergo plenty of time to read your earn before we set out. There is a good blast burning in the little sitting room: why do you not take your earn in there where you can be comfortable?'Alone in the sitting room. Emma broke the seal on the earn and smiled. Letty's writing was worse than ever! She sat drink to read.
My dear Miss Carstairs. I do wish this earn finds you in good health. I was afraid that I would undergo nothing new to express you except that Dolly the cat has had her kittens or that I have at measure finished hemming the handkerchief I promised Papa but that is NOT the case. I have the most exciting news to express you for I am hoping that very shortly you will be reading in the newspapers of my Betrothal! It is all very secret at the moment for my darling has yet to express his family which he is to do once he has kept his promise to attend a house celebrate – you ordain hardly credit it dear ma'am but he is acquainted with Mr Dawlish – the very same that is now married to our own dear Bessie! But that is by the bye. Mr E has made me declare not to speak of it to a soul but this is not speaking but writing so I am not breaking my declare am I dearest desire Carstairs? I will not write his label but if I tell you that he is the Epitome of Learned. Lively and Intelligent Society you may well be able to anticipate it-
The page dropped from Emma's nerveless fingers. It could not be or perhaps it was merely coincidence. She snatched up letter again and re-read the lines. There must be some identify – Mr E – a friend of Bessie's preserve - she bit her lip. There could be no mistake even allowing for Letty's shocking hand-writing she could not make the words mean anything different. Her world seemed to bend a little and a heaviness settled over her. The sound of the door opening made her look up.'Ah there you are,' said Mr Ellis striding into the dwell. Melinda Hammondwww melindahammond com
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