The Charlotte and Thomas Pitt Novels Volume Two by Anne Perry

Author:Anne Perry
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Open Road Integrated Media
Published: 2017-07-27T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

CHARLOTTE WOKE UP with the most appalling headache she could ever remember. Pitt was standing at the far side of the bedroom opening the curtains, and she could not even see the red flowers on them. The light was painful; she closed her eyes in defense against it, then rolled over to hide her face in the pillow. The movement was a mistake. Hammer blows shivered through her skull and shot round her forehead, tightening the very bones.

She had never felt like this carrying Jemima! A little sickness in the mornings certainly—but never a head as if her brains were trying to beat their way out!

“Good morning.” Pitt’s voice cut through the thick silence, cold and definitely far from solicitous.

“I feel awful,” she said pathetically.

“I’m sure you do,” he said.

She sat up very slowly, holding her head with both hands.

“I think I may be sick.”

“I shouldn’t be in the least surprised.” He was distinctly unmoved.

“Thomas!” She hauled herself out of bed, ready to cry with misery and an awful feeling of unexplained rejection. Then suddenly the whole evening returned to her—the music hall, Ottilie, Inigo Charrington, the champagne, and the silly song.

“Oh God!” Her legs folded under her, and she sat down on the edge of the bed sharply. She was still in half her underwear, and there were pins in her hair, uncomfortable, poking into her head. “Oh, Thomas! I’m so sorry!”

“Are you going to be sick?” he asked with only slightly more concern.

“Yes, I think so.”

He came over and picked up the chamber pot from under the bed. He put it in her lap for her and pushed back her hair.

“I suppose you realize what could have happened to you?” he said, the ice in his voice changing to anger. “If Inigo Charrington or his father had killed Ottilie, it would have been the simplest thing in the world for them to have killed you too!”

It was several minutes before Charlotte was well enough to defend herself, to explain all her precautions.

“I took Emily’s carriage and Emily’s footman!” she said at last, gulping to get her breath. “I’m not entirely stupid!”

He took the pot from her and offered her a glass of water and a towel.

“That’s a subject I wouldn’t try debating just now if I were you,” he said sourly. “Do you feel better now?”

“Yes, thank you.” She would like to have been dignified, even aloof, but she had placed herself in an impossible position for it. “Everyone knew I was with him! He couldn’t have done anything and got away with it, and I made sure he was as aware of that as I.”

“Everyone?” His eyebrows rose, and there was a dangerously light tone in his voice.

Mercifully she realized her omission before he was obliged to tell her.

“I mean Mama and Emily,” she corrected. It occurred to her to say she had sent the footman with a message for him, but she had never been able to lie to him successfully, and her head was too thick to be able to sort out enough wit to be consistent now.

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