Page 29 of Regency in Color

Her mistress read a shingle. “I am curious to know if everyone in this town is so dour?” She opened the door, and both slipped inside.

Immediately, the aromas in the apothecary enveloped them. Mary took a deep breath of the aromatic air.

“I have heard about you,” a pretty woman entered from a back door and left it partially open. “Welcome to Berkhamsted.”

Unlike others they’d met so far, this woman welcomed them. A smile on her lips, the shopkeeper told them about every herb and oil in the shop. She explained the benefits of drinking some of the herbs in teas. As the woman spoke, Mary found it very informative, and it gave her an idea of what new herbs to plant in the spring garden.

“You must try my tea,” the woman said motioning to a small table in the corner. “What you smell upon entering is my chamomile tea. A special blend of it and lavender make it a perfect combination for many ailments. Her eyes twinkled. “Drink it in the evening, and I guarantee you a good night’s rest.”

Indeed, the tea was flavorful, and the visit turned out to be enjoyable. The shopkeeper told them which other shops to visit and about the sellers that came to sell their wares at the town square several days a week.

In the end, they purchased several bags of herbs and oils, promising to return soon. Once outside, Vivian looked to Mary. “I forgot to ask her name. Wait here for me. I won’t be but a moment.” She handed Mary her small bags and went back inside.

Mary walked to the end of the building and looked to the village church. There out front was Thomas speaking to the vicar. It seemed as if the clergy did most of the talking, while Thomas nodded. It was curious to her that the men would have so much to discuss. Perhaps they’d known each other for a while.

If she remembered correctly Moira had said Thomas was new to the area as well, having arrived just after Mr. Yarnsby’s father had passed.

“What is so interesting?” Vivian asked coming up. “Oh, there’s Thomas and Father Matthews. We should give them a few moments before going closer. I would like to thank the vicar once again for agreeing to marry Alexander and I on such short notice.”

As they walked toward the men, Thomas looked in their direction and then began to walk toward them. Vivian held a hand up motioning that he did not have to leave.

Upon approaching, the priest greeted them warmly. “Mrs. Yarnsby, I am hopeful that you will be attending Sunday services soon,” he said with a smile. The man had graying on his temples and bright blue eyes. Instantly Mary liked him.

When he looked to her, Mary held her breath, not sure what he’d say. “What about you Miss. Do you attend services with your mistress?”

“I do, Father,” Mary replied. “I look forward to your services.”

Seeming satisfied, the priest turned to Thomas. “I have been speaking to Thomas regarding his calling.”

“Calling?” Vivian asked, looking to the driver. “Thomas, do you feel called to becoming a man of the cloth?”

Thomas looked to the vicar and then his gaze lowered to hers. He frowned. “I am not sure as yet.”

“Neither Alexander nor I would hold you back from it. Please know that if you feel compelled to join the church, we are not an impediment.”

“Thank you, Ma’am,” Thomas replied.

The clergy walked with them back to the carriage, speaking to Vivian, who invited him for a meal the following day. Much to the delight of the clergy, who obviously enjoyed attending meals at different homes.

A silent Thomas took the parcels from Mary, and walked beside her, his face turned just away enough to let her know he did not wish to have a conversation.

Mary on the other hand had questions, so she decided not to be put off by his demeanor. “Have you known Father Matthews for long?”

He shook his head. “Only since arriving here seven months ago. He is who helped me find employment at the Yarnsby estate.”

“I see,” Mary replied and started to ask another question, but Thomas hurried away so he could open the door for Vivian.

When she reached the carriage, the vicar took her hand and assisted her up and into the carriage.

“I find this situation quite intriguing,” Vivian said, looking at her. “Why would Thomas even consider joining the priesthood when it’s obvious he is not prepared to be fully celibate?”

“Why do you think he is not prepared?” Mary asked, truly interested in the response herself. “One can only hope that a large portion of the decision would be done with counsel by the vicar.”

Vivian gave her a knowing look. “I will only say that Thomas looks at you in a way that seems quite contrary to someone preparing for priesthood.”

“I’m sure you are mistaken,” Mary said, but smiled. “Do you really think so?”

“Positive,” Vivian replied with conviction.