Read The Girl with the Red Ribbon Online
Authors: Linda Finlay
âThis is a lovely room,' she said.
âIt is, and it seems even lovelier now that you are sitting in it,' he quipped with his cheeky grin.
Her heart lurched. Careful, Rowan, she cautioned.
âTell me, have you been working for Madame Louisa long? I'm sure I wouldn't have forgotten if our paths had crossed before. Not that I make a habit of visiting milliners' shops, of course,' he added.
âI've only recently become apprenticed to Madame Louisa, sir,' she answered.
He roared with laughter. âSir? Oh, please, Miss Rowena, you will give me ideas above my station,' he exclaimed.
âAnd that would never do, nephew,' Camilla Richmond said, coming into the room. âMiss Rowena, it is lovely to see you again. Do forgive my reprobate of a nephew, and for heaven's sake take everything he says with a pinch of salt,' she warned, giving him a fond look.
âHa-ha, very funny, Auntie. Miss Rowena and I have
merely been getting acquainted. I, too, have started a new position, Miss Rowena, mine as a Preventative, stationed on the sea front. Hence my lodging with good old Auntie here,' he quipped.
âA situation that can soon be remedied if I have any more of your cheek, young man,' Camilla chided. âAh, coffee, lovely,' she added as the little maid struggled in under the weight of a laden tray.
As Jack jumped to his feet and took it from her, Rowan thought that underneath his jesting exterior he was obviously a considerate man.
Camilla poured coffee and, having carefully placed a biscuit in the saucer, handed it to Rowan.
âYou can take yours in the other room, Jack,' she said. âI mustn't keep Miss Rowena too long or madam will be gunning for her.' As Rowan stared at her in surprise, she gave a loud laugh. She waited whilst Jack picked up his cup, placed two finger biscuits in the saucer, and with a resigned sigh left the room. âOh, yes, I saw the look on your employer's face when I insisted you call instead of her,' she continued, then, leaning closer, added in a whisper, âJack would have killed me if I'd done otherwise.' Rowan's eyes widened. âNow, let's enjoy our coffee and then I will show you my outfit. You can tell me if you think it will be suitable.'
Rowan's eyes widened even further. The woman wanted her advice on her ensemble? She crossed her fingers and hoped she had enough of that
savoir faire
Louisa had mentioned.
As Rowan followed Camilla up the stairs and into her elegantly furnished dressing room, she was convinced all the butterflies of Saltmouth were having their annual ball in her stomach. She stood watching nervously as the woman pulled a beautiful pale-blue day dress from her closet and held it up against her.
âWell, what do you think, Miss Rowena? Will this pass muster?' she asked.
âIt's an exquisite gown, Miss ⦠sorry, Camilla,' she amended as the woman gave her a look. Rowan's mind was buzzing like a bee around a rosebud. Dare she say that she felt the colour was too pale and would make the woman look washed out?
âBut ⦠?' Camilla persisted, giving Rowan the same penetrating stare her nephew had earlier.
âI think perhaps it would suit you better if a stronger coloured trim were added around your neck and down the front.' To her surprise the woman clapped her hands delightedly.
âJack said you wouldn't be afraid to speak your mind. I'm quite hopeless at knowing what looks good on me, and tend to wear safer colours, like this,' she said, pointing to her grey dress. âJack says I need to brighten myself up.' Privately Rowan agreed with him.
Camilla continued, âTo be honest, I feel more
comfortable in less formal clothes these days. I find solace in my garden, you see. It drives old Simms wild when I mess with his shrubs but â¦' Her voice trailed off and she shrugged. âNow, let's see what you have come up with for the bonnet, and this idea for trimming my dress.'
Carefully, Rowan took the bonnet from its box, along with the samples of materials and ribbons she'd brought with her.
âYou see, I thought if we added a frill in a stronger iris blue around the outer brim, lined the inner brim in a softer bluebell material and added brighter ribbons, say, in speedwell, it would all tone beautifully,' Rowan explained. âIt needs a stronger colour than this ribbon I have here, but I could dye some for you.'
âYou don't think it would all look a bit, well blue?' Camilla asked. âShouldn't we add some white or pink?'
âWith respect, I feel too much contrast would detract from your natural colouring. And with that in mind, we could trim the front of your dress in the stronger iris blue as well,' she couldn't resist adding.
Camilla stood in front of the long mirror reflecting. When she didn't say anything, Rowan's heart began beating as strongly as the clock on the dressing table. Had she been too outspoken, she wondered. Anxiously, she moved over to the window and stared down at the sweeping lawns, bordered by brightly coloured rhododendrons and camellias. A movement on the grass below caught her eye and she saw Jack throwing a ball for a lively young Labrador. As she stood watching, Camilla came up behind her and chuckled.
âGood looking, isn't he?' Rowan spun round and caught
Camilla looking at her speculatively. âI think you'd make just as good a match as those trimmings you've recommended for my bonnet and dress. The question now is, whether your employer will allow you, as her apprentice, to have a follower.'
Rowan stared at Camilla in astonishment. âBut â¦'
âOh, I know he hasn't asked you yet, but he will. He offered to work the late shift in order to be here this morning.' She smiled warmly. Then seeing Rowan's embarrassment, asked, âDo you have family in Saltmouth?'
Rowan shook her head. âWe lived on our farm in Sudbury, but my mother died and then Father remarried â¦' she replied, hastily gathering up the ribbons and trimmings.
Sensing she'd touched on a sore subject, Camilla held out her dress.
âI can see what you mean about this material being too pale, Miss Rowena. Oh, I know you didn't say it outright but that's what you meant. However, if you are to dye my trimmings you'd better take this with you to get the right match. Please tell Madame Louisa I concur wholeheartedly with all the recommendations you have made, and wish for you to call and fit the finished ensemble. Now, I really mustn't keep you, or I shall have your employer after me. You have been most helpful, Miss Rowena, and I look forward to seeing you again soon,' she said, pulling the bell rope. âAnd be prepared, for I'm sure my nephew will just happen to appear as you leave,' she chuckled.
âOh, I'm sure he won't be interested in someone with a past like mine,' Rowan said, then, remembering Mrs Acland's words, could have bitten her tongue.
Camilla
stared at her in surprise. âLiving on a farm is nothing for you to be ashamed of, my dear.'
Rowan smiled and quickly bade the woman goodbye before she could put her foot in it even further.
She was making her way down the path when she heard footsteps hurrying after her.
âWould you do me the honour of permitting me to walk you back to your shop, Miss Rowena?' Jack asked, beaming at her.
Her heart was thumping so loudly, she could only nod as he reached out and took her bag and hatbox from her.
âIt is a beautiful bright morning, isn't it?' he declared. Trying to stop her voice from trembling, she nodded and then cast around for something to say before he thought her as wooden as one of Louisa's bonnet blocks.
âI couldn't help admiring the wonderful shrubs and flowers in your garden. Those poppies make a vivid splash against the green grass, don't they? Do you know, I was looking out at the rhododendrons and camellias earlier, and couldn't help thinking how beautiful your aunt would look in those colours. She would suit a bonnet trimmed with bright poppy, too. It would quite match her bright nature.' Realizing she was rambling, she stumbled to a halt but Jack chuckled.
âDo you always think in colour, Miss Rowena?'
She reflected for a moment, and then nodded. âYes, I believe I do. Forgive me if I have been outspoken. The trouble is I always tend to say what I think.'
âAnd an admirable quality that is, too. One knows where one stands with candid people. I remember my aunt was always attired in vibrant clothes, until her betrothed was
killed near Shanghai during the Opium Wars with the Chinese. After that she retreated into herself. Now she spends most of her time in her beloved garden, saying she finds it comforting.'
âThat's sad. That she lost her betrothed, I mean. I can understand her finding comfort in shrubs and flowers, though. Do you know the word “garden” comes from the Hebrew and means a pleasant place?' Rowan asked, reminded of her conversation with the superintendent.
âNo, I didn't, but that is most appropriate, isn't it?' Jack replied. âAnd Auntie is truly pleasant herself.'
What a lovely thing to say, thought Rowan, thinking again how close they were.
They continued their way through the town and along the Mall. Rowan found Jack easy to talk to and conversation flowed, so that before she knew it, they were standing outside Madame Louisa's.
âMiss Rowena, if you are new to Saltmouth, I dare say you haven't had time to explore the area yet?'
âNo, indeed. I must confess I can't wait to walk all along the Mall and see what's around,' she answered.
Jack cleared his throat. âI was wondering if you would care to walk out with me on your half-day? I could show you all the best sights.' He turned and stared at her with those piercing eyes that seemed to see right into her soul.
âOh, but I don't know when that is yet,' she said, realizing how foolish she must sound.
âWell, in that case, would you permit me to check with Madame Louisa? It would be courteous to ask your employer's permission, provided you are agreeable?
Perhaps I should ask Madame Louisa if I may step out with Mademoiselle Rowena,' he quipped.
âOh, heaven forbid,' she shuddered. âLouisa has enough fancy ideas as it is. My name is really just Rowan, you know.'
He turned and smiled at her. âAnd a very beautiful name it is, too. It suits you with all those copper curls.' She grimaced, pushing an escaping tendril back under her bonnet. âWell, come along, Mademoiselle, let us see if we can gain permission from the formidable Madame,' he said, giving a low bow as he pushed open the door.
âIs everything all right?' Louisa asked, looking up in surprise as they entered the shop together.
âGood morning, Madame Louisa, Jack Carslake at your service,' Jack said, removing his hat politely. âMy aunt sends her regards and wishes me to convey to you that Miss Rowena has been most helpful,' he continued.
âI am very pleased to hear it,' Louisa said.
âMadame Louisa, I am a respectable man, working at the Preventative Station here and would like to walk out with Miss Rowena. I have offered my services in showing her around the area but as you are her employer, I feel it important to seek your permission.'
Louisa turned to Rowan and studied her for a long moment. Rowan felt her heart jump into her mouth. Please say yes, she wanted to shout.
âIf that is Miss Rowena's wish, Mr Carslake, then permission is granted,' Louisa said.
âThank you, madam. May I enquire as to when her half-day will be?' Jack continued.
Louisa raised one perfectly arched eyebrow and there
was a moment's silence. Rowan lowered her eyes in embarrassment.
âSunday afternoon, Mr Carslake, and if it is what Miss Rowena wishes you may call for her at two o'clock,' she finally announced.
âThank you, madam. I will see you then, Miss Rowena, and rest assured, I shall be counting the hours,' he added cheekily. Then he stepped briskly out of the shop, raising his hat in his hand in farewell. As Rowan watched him go, her employer cleared her throat.
âI can see you have had a very productive morning indeed, Miss Rowena,' Louisa quipped, and Rowan was pleased to see the woman was back to her usual pleasant self.
Picking up her things, Rowan was about to make her way through to the workroom, when Louisa said, âI, too, have had a busy morning and the fitting room requires refreshing. I trust you will take care to use my signature fragrance sparingly; it is still disappearing at an alarming rate,' she added with a frown.
Not wishing to have her happy mood spoiled, Rowan quickly placed her things in the workroom and set about freshening the fitting room. She'd just finished when the little bell tinkled and Mrs Parker bustled into the shop.
âYou are a dark horse, Miss Rowena. There I was, walking through the town earlier, minding my own business, you understand, when I saw you being escorted by the new Preventative. Naturally, I had to come and make sure you were delivered safely back,' she said, her eyes bright with anticipation.
Staring at the woman, Rowan thought if she were to
have a signature fragrance named for her, it would surely have to be called Eau de Gossip.
âAs you can see, Mrs Parker, Miss Rowena's follower did, indeed, deliver her safely. Now how may I be of help today?' Louisa asked.
The woman's eyes widened. âHer follower, did you say? Oh, I never realized. In that case, I shall bid you good morning,' she said, bustling from the shop as quickly as her little legs would carry her.
Louisa laughed. âBy this afternoon the whole of Saltmouth will know you are walking out with the new Preventative.'
âBut I haven't even been out with him yet,' Rowan chuckled, shaking her head.
âNever mind that, you will be the talk of the town. Consider it your good deed for the day, for you have just given a lonely old woman a good excuse to speak to people,' Louisa said. âNow, come through and show me what it is Miss Richmond requires.'
As Rowan shook out Camilla's dress and sat the bonnet beside it on the work table, she saw Louisa frown. Quickly, she went through the recommendations she'd made, adding that she was happy to dye the ribbons in her own time.
âLet me get this straight, Miss Rowena. You not only brought a client's dress here to make adaptations,' she asked, âyou also offered to dye some of my ribbons?'
âThe ones we have aren't quite the right colour for what I had in mind â¦' she stuttered to a halt as her employer clicked her tongue.
âDon't you think that was presumptuous of you without consulting me?' Louisa asked, looking affronted.
âI'm
sorry if I spoke out of turn, Madame Louisa, but I only did as you said, and recommended what I thought was best for our client,' she protested. As Louisa stood studying her for a long moment, Rowan felt her heart sink to her shoes. Surely, she wasn't going to lose her job? Then, to her surprise, her employer smiled.
âI have to admire your spirit, Miss Rowena, and also your imaginative flair for colour. Having seen the woman in question, I agree that gown is far too light for her. Now you have explained, I can visualize exactly how she will look. For that I commend you, and will permit you to make the adaptations.'
âThank you, Madame Louisa,' Rowan replied, her spirits lifting. It seemed she'd got it right after all.
âNo doubt Miss Richmond has asked for you to deliver the work personally?' Louisa asked.