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Percival asks if he may call on us at home sometime. I do not see Simon. It would seem the Middletons have gone. He's left without saying goodbye.
I've made a mess of everything--Kartik, Simon, Felicity, Father. Merry Christmas. God bless us, every one.
But I have seen the Temple in a vision.
I only wish I had someone to tell.
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
TWO MISERABLE, LONELY DAYS PASS BEFORE I FIND the courage to call on Felicity, under the pretext of returning a book.
"I shall inquire whether she is at home, miss," Shames, the butler, says, taking my grandmother's card, on which I have added my name in neat script. In a moment he returns my card to me--alone."I am sorry, miss. It seems Miss Worthington has gone out after all."
On the walk, I turn back. Looking up, I see her face at the window. She immediately ducks behind the curtain. She is home and has chosen to snub me.
Ann comes out to me at the carriage. "I am sorry, Gemma. I'm sure she doesn't mean it. You know how she can be."
"That doesn't excuse it," I say. Ann seems agitated about more than this."What is the matter?"
od. The full horrible understanding rises in me like a great bird, the wings of truth unfurling slowly, casting a terrible shadow.
"You cannot go to her with anything that matters."
"No. No admirals."
"Do you suppose there is some evil in people that makes others do things?"
I move into the shadows as Felicity leaves Polly's room. She stands for a moment, listening for the click of the lock. She seems so small. At the stairs, I step out, surprising her.
"Gemma! You startled me. Is your head ringing? I shall never try absinthe again, I can tell you that! Why aren't you at the party?"
"I heard what you said to Polly," I say.
Felicity's eyes are defiant. But I'm not afraid of her this time. "Indeed? What of it?" "Was there no lock on your door?" I ask.
Felicity takes a sharp breath. "I don't know what you are implying, but I think you should stop at once," she says. I place my palm on her hand, but she pulls away."Stop it!" she spits out.
"Oh, Fee, I am so sorry. ..."
She shakes her head, turns away from me so I cannot see her face."You don't know how it really is, Gemma. It's not his fault. The blame is my own. I bring it out in him. He said so."
"Felicity, it most certainly is not your fault!"
"I knew you wouldn't understand."
"I understand that he is your father."
She looks back at me, her face streaked with tears."He didn't mean it. He loves me. He said so."
Fee . . .
"That's something, isn't it? It's something." She's biting back the sobs, her hand against her mouth as if she can catch them, push them back down.
"Fathers should protect their children."
The eyes flash. The hand points. "Aren't you the fine expert on that? Tell me, Gemma, how does your father protect you in his
laudanum stupor?"
