“Why, Miss Fenwick,” Miss Everett said with a smile. “I believe you’ve been keeping secrets from me. I’d no idea you had such talents.”
Blushing, I said nothing. Unsure as to whether or not Miss Everett would approve of my using Mama’s Gypsy ways on Mr. Wentworth, I thought it best not to admit anything.
She’d been beside herself after he made the arrangements for the visit, telling me more than once, “If he chooses you, you’ll be a very lucky girl.” Her excitement over his interest was evident even now: her lips had turned up in a smile that seldom left her face, and she nodded in agreement at his every word.
“Excuse me, won’t you, Mr. Wentworth. I must go to the kitchen to see about our tea,” she finally said.
“Yes, of course, Emma,” he replied, staring intently at me.
Once she was gone, he eagerly asked, “Will you share your gift with me now, girl? Surely your sight can be given to a bit of palmistry.” Holding out his hands, he said, “Tell me what you see.”
Left for a lady, right for a man, Mama always said.
I pulled off my gloves and took hold of his right hand, cradling it in mine, bringing it to rest in my lap. With my other hand, I stroked his palm, ran my fingers down the length of it, then traced its lines one by one. If he was all that Miss Everett said he was, I would do everything I could to win him over.
“You’ve the touch of an angel,” he said with a sigh.
“Shh. You mustn’t speak.”
His palm was broad and wide, his fingers thick. Lines cutting deep, thumbnail bitten to a ragged edge, I might have mistaken him for a working man if it weren’t for the softness of his skin. Ink stained his middle finger where I guessed he held his pen.
“You’ve a keen mind for business,” I began. “Good with numbers and words, you never spare the details. People say it’s to your credit and your benefit.”
Nodding at me, his eyes widening, he said, “Go on.”
Caressing the fleshy mound at the base of his thumb, I glanced at his face. I could feel his hand was swollen there, and when I kneaded at the muscle, he made a slight scowl.
“I see you’re a man of large appetites,” I said with a grin.
Biting his lip, he replied, “Indeed.”
“A drinker of fine brandy, perhaps?”
“Right again,” he whispered, shaking his head in disbelief.
I would’ve gone on with it, gladly walking the line between Mama’s wisdom and my memories of his house, but Miss Everett returned. As she rolled the tea cart into the room, I let go of Mr. Wentworth’s hand.
“Please, don’t let me interrupt you,” she said, pouring a cup of tea for each of us.
Mr. Wentworth gave me a wink, as if to say that what we’d just shared was to remain a secret.
Between sips of tea and bites of cake, he talked of his travels and of the rigours of the social season in New York. His words washed in and out of my hearing, as I thought of things I might tell him the next time we were alone. Seeing him rapt over the bit of theatre I’d performed felt better than any revenge I’d ever imagined on his wife.
When it came time for him to leave, he took hold of my chin and tried to kiss me.
Damn you, Miss Fenwick, give me my husband back, you whore.
Surprised by his boldness, I pulled away.
“Perhaps next time,” he said, letting me go.
Miss Everett looked at me and frowned.
He came to see me the next day, and the day after that, each time growing more intent on winning my affection. Miss Everett was so sure of Mr. Wentworth’s intentions that she sent word to Mr. Dink to say he should start looking for a new girl to stand in his lobby and sell his cards. She didn’t even let me go to the museum to say goodbye.
She left Mr. Wentworth and me alone for much of our meetings, so I filled our time together smoothing my fingers over his palm and telling him of a business agreement that was about to succeed, and how he was also quite close to capturing the heart of a “true Gypsy girl.”
At the end of his third visit, he presented me with a gold locket that opened up to reveal a lock of his hair. Strung on a velvet ribbon, it was a lovely thing, the front of it engraved with a bouquet of forget-me-nots. As I tied it around my neck, he put his hands around my waist, determined to finally kiss me.
Holding my breath, I let him do as he wished. I thought of Cadet as he came near. Mr. Wentworth’s kisses weren’t anything like his. They were bold, and searching, and left my mouth sore from his eagerness.
Mama had been right about boys’ kisses. Sweet as they were, they held no promise of anything past the moment they were given. Mr. Wentworth’s most certainly did.
“You’ve got him, Ada,” Miss Everett said, coming to me in the parlour that day after he left. “He’s asked to take you to the theatre.”
Rose said her goodbyes the day I was to go out with Mr. Wentworth. She showered all the girls in the house with clothes and trinkets she didn’t need any more along with good-natured teasing and advice. Then she called me into her room for a private word.
“I hear you’ve got yourself a man,” she said as she tucked the last of her things in a large trunk.
“Yes,” I replied.
“It’s going to be all right, you know.”
Sitting on the edge of her bed, I thought of my first night in the house and the kindness she’d shown me. I wished things could go back to the way they’d been then, when I’d been glad simply to be clean, and safe and fed, with Rose caring for me like a dear, older sister.
“Your first time with a man is just one night,” she said. “Like Sunday morning standing in front of gentlemen with your dress around your ankles—it’s there, and then it’s gone.”
She went on to tell me, with a great deal of pride, that the apartment Mr. Chief of Detectives had arranged for her had a parlour, bedchamber, dressing room, bathroom, and water closet—each room furnished with the finest trappings money could buy. The hotel’s marble halls contained any kind of shop you could imagine, including a twenty-four-hour hairdresser and a dining room with waiters who had nothing better to do than serve a person’s every whim. Once Rose got there, she joked, she need never go outside again.
Sitting next to me, she put her hand on my knee. “The trick to getting what you want,” she said, “is to make duty seem as easy as desire.”
I liked Rose. I looked up to her and hoped to follow in her footsteps. I thought that if she could make it from Miss Everett’s to a private suite in the Fifth Avenue Hotel, I could very well end up with everything I wanted. I swore I’d do my best to take her words to heart.
“What a lovely gift Mr. Wentworth has given you,” Miss Everett said as she fastened the locket he’d presented to me around my neck. Her lips curled into a satisfied smile. “If all goes well tonight, I’m certain he’ll make an offer.”
Pinning roses in my hair, she gave me specific instructions on how to act with him, explaining that he would be a different sort of man in public than he’d been in the parlour. “Tonight you can expect courtesy and flirtation rather than advances.”
Evening Toilette—This graceful toilette is of salmon-coloured faille. The skirt, without flounces or overskirt, has an elaborate trimming of white chenille balls, imitating pearls. The low square corsage is edged with point lace, and has lace frills across the back and front; also swinging chains of balls fall from the shoulders. The necklace and coiffure are also of chenille. Pink and yellow roses are suggested as decorations for the hair.
Alice and Mae were to be seated in the same box with Mr. Wentworth and me, along with Mr. Greely and Mr. Harris. Miss Everett was quick to say that we each would have different paths to follow with our gentlemen. “Mae can be quite forward, as we all know, and Mr. Harris only hopes she’ll be more so with him this time than last. Alice, of course, will win the day by her sweetness, and you, my dear, must stay a course that’s true for you and Mr. Wentworth.”
“Are you sure he won?
??t expect to carry on as he did in the parlour?”
“No, my dear. His expectations are merely to have a pleasant night out, and that’s all. He’s a gentleman of the highest sort.”
For Mae, the evening could only have one end—it was to be her first night with a man. Mr. Harris had at last made a generous offer for Mae’s maidenhood, and Miss Everett had gladly accepted it. As soon as Rose walked out the door, Miss Everett brought in fresh flowers and new bedding to dress her room, and Mae carried her personal effects down from our quarters. She put her best ribbons on the dressing table and draped her favourite silk shawl over the back of the chair. It was a bright shade of blue, which looked striking when next to her red hair. Dr. Sadie had agreed to be waiting at the house when we got back. As soon as the deed was finished and Mr. Harris gone home, she’d check on Mae’s well-being and assist her with the important tasks that came after a girl’s deflowering.
On our way out of the house, Mae gave Miss Everett a winning smile and said, “I won’t let you down.”
Giving her a short nod in return, Miss Everett replied, “See that you don’t.”
Cadet travelled with us, pushed to the corner of the cab once again by the ruffles and flounces of our gowns, only this time he sat next to Alice. Watching the way he looked after her now was almost more than I could bear.
Alice was stunning, the cut and fabric of her gown far better than either Mae’s or mine. It had belonged to Rose and was made from row after row of ivory-coloured French lace. The difference between her dress and Mae’s was so great that Mae had pouted over it, begging Alice to trade. Miss Everett had put an end to Mae’s nagging, saying, “The colour suits Alice better.” Mae had let it go without further argument, but stayed silent the entire way to the theatre.
Mr. Wentworth was the first of the gentlemen to arrive in our box.
“What a lovely gown,” he commented after we’d gotten settled next to each other.
“Thank you,” I said, putting my hand to the locket to see that it was still securely fastened around my neck.
“Is the view to your liking?” he asked, with an intent stare.
“Yes,” I replied, hoping he was pleased that I’d worn his gift.
My bare arm brushed against his sleeve and he took it as an invitation to put his hand on mine. In an instant I pulled my hand away and folded my hands in my lap. My nerves had gotten the best of me. For one brief moment I’d worried that his wife might spy us from another box and come raging after me in her madness. Looking to Mr. Wentworth and seeing the calm expression on his face, I determined to put my fears to rest.
The play that evening starred Miss Suzie Lowe and another actress from Mr. Dink’s cartes de visite collection, Miss Kitty Swift. One fair, one dark, they played sisters who were in love with the same man. It was a blood and thunder tale, where everyone booed and hissed at the villains and yelled “Balderdash!” at the top of their lungs.
Eventually Kitty found Suzie dallying with the man in question, a gentleman farmer named Tom. Poor Kitty watched from behind a haystack as Suzie sang a song to her lover.
In the dark of the box, I could feel Mr. Wentworth’s shoulder against mine, hear his breathing rise and fall as he listened to Miss Lowe sing of forbidden kisses and Tom’s sweet embrace. And as the curtain closed on the scene, I noticed a wistful look on his face.
Right or wrong, I knew that most of his desire for me arose from his wanting to have something he shouldn’t.
At the intermission, Mae managed to free herself of Mr. Harris almost as soon as they arrived in the reception hall. The next time I spotted her, she was standing near the bar, talking to two young men, one of whom I was sure was the gentleman she’d flirted with on the horsecar all those days ago. Alice was at her side, no sign of Mr. Greely.
Each time Alice laughed at something one of the men said, Mae would take hold of her arm like they were the dearest of friends. It seemed a strange turn to me, considering the way she’d acted towards Alice over the dress. Mae had never been one to easily let go of a grudge.
When I saw them slip into the ladies’ lounge, I excused myself from Mr. Wentworth and followed them.
Alice ran to me as soon as I came in. I’d been too busy with my own gentleman to notice, but she told me that she’d spent most of the first half of the evening politely avoiding Mr. Greely’s advances.
“He started out just calling me ‘sweetheart’ and ‘darling,’ ” she moaned. “But then he put my hand between his legs.”
The horrified look on her face set Mae to laughing. “If you want the man to lose interest, you should’ve followed my lead,” she teased. “Acting coy drives Mr. Greely mad. It only serves to pulls him closer.”
“I wasn’t acting coy,” Alice insisted. “I just don’t feel the same towards him is all.”
Cheeks ruddy with the heat of the room and the glass of champagne Mae had given her, Alice told me that she’d met Mae’s handsome young clerk, the one she’d been sneaking out to meet at the concert hall.
Mae interjected, “And his friend, Mr. Samuels, was very glad to meet you, Alice.”
Alice blushed at Mae’s words, and I could imagine how it might please her to be the object of the attentions of someone who seemed to like her without knowing what she was. “They want Mae and me to go with them to the concert hall … just for a little bit.”
I frowned at her and shook my head.
Seeing my look she said, “The theatre is so crowded and close tonight, and Mae says we could be back well before the last act. The concert saloon is only half a block away.”
“You told them no, of course?” I asked.
Alice put her hand to her mouth and giggled. “Mae says I should see it once before everything changes. Before Mr. Greely decides he needs me to be his, and before she has to give herself to Mr. Harris.”
“Hush,” Mae whispered behind her gloved hand. “You’ve given our plan away.”
Alice pouted at Mae. “Ada won’t tell.” Looking at me with all the innocence of a child, she asked, “Will you, Ada?”
“We won’t be long,” Mae said, not waiting for my answer. “Our gents will barely notice we’re late, I promise.”
Although Alice had scolded Mae time and again for sneaking out, I’d seen her twirling around our room, imagining how it might feel to float across the dance floor in a gentleman’s arms. Holding a feathered fan to her face, she’d gracefully glided past me, saying, “What a night this is. Isn’t it grand?”
As the bells chimed to announce the call to the second half, Mae turned to me and said, “Just tell them Alice was feeling faint and that I decided to stay with her a while longer. I’ll do the same for you next time, I swear.”
“Please,” Alice begged.
“I’ll see you soon,” I told Alice, and then left her in Mae’s hands.
Mr. Wentworth offered me his arm as we made our way back to the box.
If Mr. Wentworth chooses you, you’ll be a very lucky girl.
Cadet, who’d taken up his post outside the box, pulled me aside when we arrived. “Where’s Alice?” he asked.
“She’s with Mae,” I answered, not wanting to lie.
“I see,” he said. “I’ll go back to the reception room and wait for them.”
“All right,” I replied, feeling awful for not telling him everything.
I smiled at Mr. Harris and Mr. Greely as the band played the actors on. “Miss Creaghan was feeling light-headed,” I whispered to Mr. Greely. “Miss O’Rourke stayed behind to assist her,” I told Mr. Harris. I hoped my performance was as convincing as the one taking place on the stage.
The second half of the play was taken up with Kitty going after Suzie to exact her revenge. She purchased a knife from an old witch, played by Miss LeMar. She poisoned the blade by rubbing it with the leaves from an enchanted tree, played by Mr. Dink’s long-legged illusionist. Telling Suzie an evil lie, Kitty got the young woman alone. I watched as she plunged the blade into Miss Susi
e Lowe’s heart and I gasped when Suzie cried out, “Dear God! This is the end of me!”
As she died her terrible death, Mr. Wentworth took my hand and held it tight. This time, I didn’t take it back. Alice and Mae might have chosen to escape Miss Everett’s expectations one last time, but I had chosen to meet them.
Slumber, my darling, thy mother is near,
Guarding thy dreams from all terror and fear.
Sunlight has pass’d and the twilight has gone.
Slumber, my darling, the night’s coming on.
Sweet visions attend thy sleep,
Fondest, dearest to me,
While others their revels keep,
I will watch over thee.
There was no sign of Alice, Mae or Cadet for the rest of the performance. The other gentlemen, clearly displeased, left right after the curtain, but Mr. Wentworth stayed with me while I waited for Cadet to reappear. Seeing the worry on my face, he said, “You mentioned that one of the young ladies was under the weather. Do you suppose she is in need of a physician?”
“I’m sure Cadet has seen to her care. That’s probably what’s keeping him.”
Nodding in agreement, he was more than glad to take my words as a reassurance, and quickly went back to wooing me. “I’d thought you were the sweetest girl I’d ever met,” he said while gazing into my eyes. “And after tonight, I’m sure of it. Please say you’ll see me again, Miss Fenwick?”
His attention felt out of place in light of the uncertainty I was feeling over Alice and Mae, but I did my best to respond to it with as much flirtatious enthusiasm as possible. “It would be my pleasure, Mr. Wentworth. I was praying all night for you to ask.”
As soon as I’d given my reply, Cadet appeared. He gave a short nod to Mr. Wentworth, but I could tell he was only pretending to be calm.
“Good night, Miss Fenwick,” Mr. Wentworth said. “Keep safe until we meet again.”