The Necklace by Corwin Amy

Author:Corwin, Amy [Corwin, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Highland Press Publishing
Published: 2010-11-26T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Upon the Velvet

Unable to delay any longer, Oriana, Helen, and Mr. Dacy climbed into the ancient equipage. Oriana and her sister sat next to each other while Mr. Dacy faced them. They all had to brace themselves as best they could as the carriage bumped along the road to the Squire’s manor.

Rocks and ruts in the road flashed by under the rotted floorboards. She found herself bracing her feet against the base of the padded seat for fear of falling through one of the holes in the floor. Despite the queasiness created by this unique view of the road, she refused to return Mr. Dacy’s impolite stare. Ever since he dressed in her brother’s formal attire and had gotten a decent shave, he suddenly appeared much more dangerous.

He looked very hard—and devastatingly attractive—in the dark green jacket, which stretched tautly across his back. Uncle John had given him a black cloak, as well. Mr. Dacy wore it thrown back over his wide shoulders in elegant casualness that made her all the more aware of him.

The tightness of his clothes apparently improved his posture, too, suddenly making him seem like someone entirely different than she supposed. He sat ramrod straight, his broad shoulders back. His dark hair was combed and his shadowy whiskers shaved, all of which made the scar across his brow appear more prominent and perilous. He looked like a man accustomed to warfare. An officer who gave orders and expected them to be followed.

She tried to reassure herself that the change in Mr. Dacy was merely because of her brother’s uniform, that of a Lieutenant. Uncle John said Mr. Dacy was in the Rifle Corps. However until this moment, she couldn’t believe he was an officer. Not when he now worked for a man like Mr. Lyndel.

She swallowed her nervousness and plucked at the folds in her forest green merino wool cape. If he had never been an officer, then he had no right to wear the uniform. A man of character would have protested donning it and in fact, could face arrest for it.

Yet he wore it and wore it with cool self-assurance, as if he had donned just such a uniform many times in the past.

Just what was his history? Who was telling the truth? Uncle John or Mr. Lyndel?

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