Chapter Forty-OneEliza
“Mrs. Bates to see you, Mrs. Hamilton.” Our servant Maura stood in the parlour doorway.
“Thank you, please see her in.” I put my pen down and greeted Annie. “I can ring for a drink. Tea? Wine? Brandy?” I hadn't even thought to offer anything to eat. My mind still reeled from those disastrous election results.
“Nay, I'm only popping in for a moment.” She slipt her shawl off. “Your husband went to the Reynolds residence. I daresay he is still there. If you care to go there and confront him—”
“No.” I cut her off. “I am beyond confronting. I am nearly beyond caring at this point. You needn't follow either of them any longer, Annie. I know what is going on and tis not going to end.”
“Is there aught else I can do, Elizabeth?” Concern softening her tone, she took a ste
