Page 90 of A Well-Trained Lady

The boredom in her voice sent a shiver through me. “What do you know?”

“What if I told you that the Setons’ deaths were not committed at the hand of Ruth’s father?”

I lifted my chin. “Evidence in support of that very conclusion has already been gathered. It is likely already being reviewed at the Court of Chancery.”

Mother’s brow lowered. “And what conclusion is being sought?”

My throat grew tight, and I wondered if I should tell her. “Only that it could not have been Mr. Seton who committed the crime.” Mother’s sigh of relief filled the space between us, and I leaned a hand on the wall to support my unsteady legs. “Do you know who committed the murders?” I whispered.

“Regrettably, I do.”

I shook my head and took a step away from her. “Why did you not tell the authorities?”

“Life is not that simple.”

My head throbbed, attempting to understand what she was alluding to. Had Mother had something to do with their deaths? Had Papa?

“And let’s just say, it would do no one any good to have the truth revealed now, especially not Ruth.”

“You have lied to me before in order to get me to comply. Why would you not do so now?” My voice was weak and full of doubt.

“Perhaps you should ask your father when he arrives at the week’s end. He was made to see the wisdom of concealment. And though he did err greatly by allowing you to Fairhaven, I’m certain he is once again steadfast in his resolve.”

My courage waned, but I pressed one last time. “Tell me who killed them.”

“No.” Mother released a heavy breath. “Despite what you believe, I do care to protect you.”

A light knock sounded at the door, and we both stilled.

Mother’s eyes narrowed. “Are you not going to answer it?” Though her voice was soft, her tone was foreboding. “I am most curious to see who would be visiting at this late hour, as you’ve not yet rung for your maid.”

I offered a silent prayer that Augustus would not be so foolish as to visit my bedchamber and opened the door, just enough to see out.

The sight of Ruth standing there, her candlelight dancing in the darkness, could not have been more welcome. “Ruth. What is it?”

“Oh, Bella, I fear I cannot sleep.”

I held out my own candle to more fully illuminate her, noting that she still wore her gown. “Have you tried?”

She shook her head. “No. But I’m just so certain I won’t be able to. My room is so big and dark, and I was shaking just standing alone searching for the bell pull to call for my maid. The mere thought of trying to sleep in such a state …” She bit at her lip. “May I come in with you?”

I glanced over my shoulder at Mother. The absence of the candlelight shadowed her, leaving me uncertain what I should say. I could not risk Ruth becoming a target of Mother’s vexation.

Mother took hold of the door and pulled it from my reluctant grip, revealing herself to Ruth.

“Oh, forgive me.” Ruth lifted a hand to her mouth and glanced between us. “I hadn’t realized you were here, Lady Godwin. I can come back later … or perhaps just wait out here until you are through speaking.”

Mother forced a tight smile to her lips. “I believe we have discussed quite enough for one night.” She took hold of my candle and stepped out the door, pausing next to Ruth. “What a delight it is to have you here.” The false sincerity in Mother’s voice nearly fooled me.

“And I’m so grateful to be here.” Ruth returned her smile without reservation. “And thank you again for your kindness today. I hope acting as my chaperone will not be too much of a burden on you.”

“Not in the least. I’m certain the arrangement will actually prove most advantageous.” Mother glanced back at me. “Do you not agree, Arabella?”

I did not answer.

Mother turned from us. “Sleep well,” she said over her shoulder as the darkness dispersed from her retreating figure.

I drew in a shaky breath and gestured Ruth inside. “Do come in. Leah can help you ready for bed also.” I stopped to pull the ornamental bell lever to inform Leah she was needed.