Page 36 of Regency in Color

She wanted to add. “And therefore, you do not have to keep returning,” but she didn’t.

Instead, Mary stood and looked down at Thomas for a moment before leaving. At the doorway, she turned to see that the priest had sat down and began praying over Thomas who glared up at the ceiling.

“Is it wrong of me that at times I find Father Matthews a bit irksome?” Mary asked Lottie.

Lottie giggled. “He seems a good sort. Most times, men of the cloth do look down on others, but I suppose they have a right to.”

“No, they do not,” Moira replied. “We are all equal.”

* * *

The day wentby rather quickly despite Vivian being gone. Father Matthews had left after dinner.

As darkness fell, Harold went to check on Thomas and ensure he was ready for the night. Mary drank ginger tea with Moira and Lottie.

“Its best that we all get some rest,” Moira said with a yawn, we have a busy day tomorrow.

Mary trudged to her bedroom, which was on the same floor as the others, but on the opposite side of the house. Her room was rather lavish compared to most staff. She’d grown accustomed to having nice accommodations since London, where she and Molly, Clara’s companion shared a room much like the Humphries sisters themselves had.

As Mary slipped into bed, she couldn’t help but wonder what kind of conversation transpired between Thomas and the priest.

No one thought Thomas should go into the priesthood. Perhaps it was time to put him through a test. Since he was recovering, Mary had a reason to see about him regularly, and there would be no questioning her being alone with him.

Her lips curved as a plan came to mind.