Runaway Christmas Bride by Isabella Hargreaves

Author:Isabella Hargreaves [Hargreaves, Isabella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: History in Focus
Published: 2017-11-30T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 5

Christmas Eve

Adam arrived at an early hour and was shown into the parlour. A Yule log blazed in the fireplace. He was welcomed by both the ladies, Amelia with surprise, until her great-aunt explained that Mr Wells would be staying in Bath for a few days and had accepted her invitation to share Christmas dinner. Amelia’s smile grew wider as her relative revealed this change in plans.

Lady Lavinia clapped her hands briskly and ordered Amelia in her martial way. “Christmas is almost upon us. Today, you must decorate the house as you usually do and deliver some goods to the parish.”

“I would miss not doing so, Aunt.” She stuffed her needlework into a basket.

“Perhaps Mr Wells will have time to assist you?” Aunt Lavinia gave him an enquiring look.

He gave a brief bow in agreement. “I would be happy to.”

Amelia’s face lit up even more at this news. “Then let us start with collecting holly from the garden.”

“The Christmas boxes from the attic are already in the sitting room. Off you go. I have letters to write,” Aunt Lavinia added.

They spent the morning decorating the public rooms of the house with holly and ivy. Adam acted as Amelia’s assistant in creating long garlands of evergreen branches, then directed their fixing to the balustrade of the stairs running to the first floor. Meanwhile, footmen brought in more greenery from the rear garden for the mantelpieces.

Finally, Amelia created an old-fashioned kissing bough, which Adam hung for her in the parlour. He longed to test its powers—by kissing Amelia thoroughly as she stood beneath it—but he dared not ignore Lady Lavinia’s advice to make haste slowly in winning Amelia’s affections.

In the afternoon, Adam escorted Amelia to the church hall, where they delivered baskets of Christmas fare for the poor of the parish.

When they returned to Royal Crescent late that afternoon, the darkness of the long winter night was closing in. They found Aunt Lavinia in the foyer inspecting their decorations. “Beautiful work, my dears.”

They thanked her and passed on the vicar’s good wishes and gratitude for her benevolence.

“I must be on my way,” said Adam. He picked up his hat and walking stick from the table where the butler had laid them.

“Stay for dinner, Mr Wells. I have only my old friend and yours, Colonel Landon, joining us so we will be a cosy party,” Aunt Lavinia commanded.

His old commanding officer! A lance of anxiety twisted in Adam’s gut. Would that gentleman feel compelled to reveal Adam’s real name?

Adam accepted, as was intended, and gestured at his clothes. “I need to change first.”

“Yes, yes. You must do that,” Aunt Lavinia said. “Amelia, please fetch my paisley shawl, I feel a draft.” She watched Amelia bid Adam farewell and hurry up the stairs then said in a quiet tone, “The Colonel always arrives early. I will forewarn him of your name change.”

Relief washed through Adam. Thank goodness for Lady Lavinia’s foresight. He thanked her and departed.

Adam returned to the house in good time to share a pre-dinner wine with the ladies while they waited for the Colonel.

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