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I put the bottle inside and place the clever floor back into the grooves and it's as if the laudanum doesn't exist at all.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
GRANDMAMA WILL NOT RELENT AND ALLOW ME TO visit Miss Moore, but she does agree to let me shop for Christmas gifts along with Felicity and Ann, provided that Felicity's maid accompany us as chaperone. When Felicity's carriage pulls round to our house, I am so overjoyed to see my friends--and so desperate to escape my overbearing grandmother--that I nearly run to greet them.
Ann is very smartly dressed in some of Felicity's clothes, a new green felt hat on her head. She is beginning to look the part of the debutante. In fact, she's beginning to look like Felicity's double. "Oh, Gemma, it's so wonderful! No one knows that I'm not one of them! I've not washed a single dish or been laughed at. It's as if I truly am a czarina's descendant."
"That's won-"
Ann prattles on. "We're to attend the opera. And I shall be on the receiving line at their Christmas ball as if I were one of the family!" Ann grins at Felicity, who slips her arm through Ann's."And later today--"
"Ann," Felicity warns quietly.
Ann gives an embarrassed smile."Oh, sorry, Fee."
"What is it?" I ask, annoyed at their coziness.
"Nothing," Ann mumbles."I shouldn't say."
"It's impolite to keep secrets," I answer hotly.
"Today we are to accompany Mother to her club for tea.
That's all," Felicity says. There is no invitation for me. Suddenly, I'm no longer happy to see them. I wish they were far away. "Oh, Gemma, don't look so dour. I'd invite you too, but it's so very hard to bring more than one guest."
l I should say something, but I don't know what. "Thank you for the book, Father." He lets go. "Yes. Enjoy. And would you take the keys back, please?"
Mrs. Jones enters."Excuse me, sir. This just arrived for Miss Gemma by messenger."
"Yes, yes," Father says a bit irritably.
Mrs. Jones hands the package and note to me. "Thank you," I say. The note is a formal invitation to dinner addressed to my grandmother. Viscount and Lady Denby request the pleasure of the company of Mr. John Doyle, Mrs, William Doyle, Mr. Thomas Doyle, and Miss Gemma Doyle to dinner on Tuesday, the 17th, at 8 o'clock. The favor of a reply is requested. I've no doubt Grandmama will give an enthusiastic yes.
Now to the package. Ripping open the paper, I find Simon Middleton's beautiful velvet box with a note that reads A place to keep all your secrets.
Curiously, Father doesn't even ask me about the gift.
"Gemma, pet," he says, sounding distracted."Take the keys back now. There's my good girl, hmmm?"
"Yes, Father,"I say, kissing his forehead. I step merrily up to Grandmama's room and replace the keys, then run to my own room, where I lie upon the bed, gazing at my beautiful gift. I stare at the note again and again, examining his handwriting, admiring the strong, fine way he makes his letters. Simon Middleton. Yesterday, I did not even know he existed. Now, he is all I can think of. Strange how life can turn like that.
I must have drifted off, for I'm awakened by a loud knock at my door. The clock shows half-past twelve. Tom bursts into my room. He's very cross.
"Did you give him this?"
"Wha--what?" I ask, wiping sleep from my eyes.
"Did you give Father this?" He's clutching a brown bottle in his hand. Laudanum.
"No, of course not!" I say, coming to my senses. "How, pray, did he get it, then?"
He's no right to barge into my room and badger me so. "I don't know, but I didn't give it to him," I answer in a hard tone.
"I'd locked it in the curio cabinet. Only Grandmama and I had the keys."
I sink onto the bed, sick and numb."Oh, no. He asked me to open it so that he could give me an early Christmas gift."
"I told you he's clever, didn't I?"
