of the school after puddings. Iâll go to Farley Castle for you, but only on condition that you stay here. Inside. Where youâre meant to be.â
âAnd I will be here to make sure you abide by that,â said Arabella. She had spoken quietly, but they all turned to look at her. Now seemed as good a time as any to tell them. She took a deep breath. âI shall be starting here on Monday as a junior instructress.â
âWill you? How splendid!â
âDonât worry, weâll show you exactly how to go about! You wonât have to fret about a thing!â
âAre you sure you know what youâre getting yourself into?â muttered Mr. Fitzhugh.
âNo,â admitted Arabella. There was no point in pretending, was there? Funny how easy it could be to talk to a man once he had seen you sprawled on the ground, not once, but twice. âBut I am committed now. I told Miss Climpson that I would be ready to begin on Monday.â
Mr. Fitzhugh looked at her with undisguised pity in his eyes. âWouldnât want to be in your shoes. I say. You donât start until Monday?â
âYe-es.â Monday did generally mean Monday. It wasnât exactly Arabellaâs favorite day of the week, but it was what it was. âWhy do you ask?â
âI say,â Mr. Fitzhugh said hesitantly. âWould you considerâthat is, if one were toâwhat I mean is, this jaunt to Farley Castle. Might I prevail on you to bear me company? That is, if you fancy the drive.â
As a pleasure jaunt, the prospect left something to be desired. It was bitterly cold, it would mean hours in an open carriage and then more hours in an open ruin of a castle. If the weather were well inclined, it might simply be frigid cold. Being England, it would probably rain as well. There was nothing like freezing rain to enhance a long drive in an open conveyance with a man who had been nicknamed for a vegetable.
Jane had said that Aunt Osborne was in Bath, part of a party come up from London for an assembly and a frost fair. It didnât seem likely that there could be more than one of the latter. It wasnât the most popular form of entertainment, for obvious reasons. If there was a frost fair, Aunt Osborne was sure to be in attendance.
Aunt Osborne and Captain Musgrave.
âAre you sure you wouldnât mind having me along?â Arabella heard herself saying. âI wouldnât want to be a bother.â
Mr. Fitzhugh shook his head emphatically. âYou donât know the first thing about being a bother. Takes years of practice to be a proper bother. Just ask Sal.â
âI heard that!â chimed in Sally, and turned back to her friends.
âSee what I mean?â said Mr. Fitzhugh darkly.
âI donât . . . ,â began Arabella.
Mr. Fitzhugh planted the palms of his hands on his knees and leaned forward beseechingly. âYou can bear witness to Sal that I really did go to Farley Castle. It might stop her sneaking out in the middle of the night. I hope. Besides, we might find out who set the pudding thief on you.â
âIsnât there one slight problem with that?â said Arabella. She hated to ruin their excitement, but there was one fatal flaw with the plan. âThe message never reached its intended recipient. And whoever sent it knows it.â She should know. Her posterior still ached from the aftermath.
âDetails, details,â said Sally airily. âDid you see what that message said? Most urgent. If it really is most urgent, sheâll find another way to get the message out. I know I would.â
Turnip exchanged an alarmed glance with Arabella. âCanât persuade you to come along with me anyway, can I? Fascinating place, Farley Castle. Goes back to the Normans, dontcha know. Itâs a pleasant drive, when the weather is nice.â
In the space of a few days, Farley Castle would be as distant as the moon as far as
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