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“Charming the ladies, Mister Trimble?” Eugenia asked, approaching the two with a smile.<br />
Dréoteth straightened his posture and glanced aside. Eugenia Bailey, with her lively eyes and freckled<br />
<strong>com</strong>plexion, annoyed him. She didn't have a reedy voice or an ugly face and yet he discovered that she put him<br />
on edge.<br />
Perhaps his victim had inadvertently <strong>com</strong>e to him. Thea darted away with another giggle, leaving the pair<br />
alone.<br />
“My attempts are poor, since they keep running away. If you will excuse me, Mistress Bailey, I was just about<br />
to find dinner.” Without waiting for her to forestall him, he inclined his head and stepped around her.<br />
***<br />
Eugenia opened her mouth to speak and closed it when she found herself summarily dismissed. Staring after<br />
him, she balled her small hands into fists at her sides. She had intended to apologize and try to open what she<br />
hoped would be enlightening dialogue. Instead, she wound up alone.<br />
She had heard rumors of his lengthy conversations with Tuttle, Upham and Lyon and itched to probe past<br />
the indifferent veneer he always presented.<br />
Perhaps he wouldn’t seem so threatening if she could just understand his mind.<br />
She muttered under her breath, watching until the crowd obliterated him from view.<br />
Rather than follow and force her <strong>com</strong>pany, she allowed one of the farmer's sons to lead her into the dance.<br />
She was a little stilted in poise and grace but her partner, the handsome and sought after Thom Liston, never<br />
noticed.<br />
When the music came to an end, Eugenia found herself standing next to Meyer Lyon. She added her<br />
applause for the musicians, dipped Thom a curtsy, and took advantage of Miss Merriweather being absconded by<br />
another partner to face Meyer.<br />
“Mister Lyon, I wonder if you could answer a few questions for me,” she asked.<br />
Meyer, following Miss Merriweather and her partner with his eyes, glanced down. “Of course, Miss Bailey.<br />
Let us get a drink and get out of the dancers way.” He offered her his elbow gallantly.<br />
She slid her fingers under his arm, grinning, and let him lead her between the bales of hay toward the<br />
refreshments. “I wanted to ask you about Nehemiah.”<br />
Meyer chuckled. “Let me guess. You want to know if there is any particular woman he has his eye on.”<br />
“Of course not! I mean<strong>—</strong>well<strong>—</strong>is there?” Eugenia hadn’t intended to ask any such thing. Meyer piqued her<br />
curiosity with the thought there was a woman Nehemiah might be interested in. What kind of woman would he<br />
like? She knew all the single girls in town and she found herself impatient to know whether it was a dainty miss, a<br />
snobby one, or something in between.<br />
Meyer glanced down, grinning like a he-devil. “If there is, she is the best kept secret in Malmsbury. As far as<br />
I know, he has not shown interest in any of them. Some men are like that, though. They keep their secrets close<br />
to the chest.”<br />
They passed a row of children bobbing for apples and stepped up to a long table. Meyer picked up a goblet<br />
and gestured at one of the wine casks.<br />
She nodded, distracted with their conversation.<br />
“Has he confided anything else to you of late? I know the last time we spoke, you did not know where his<br />
family was from, or even where Nehemiah was born.”<br />
Meyer filled the goblet halfway and handed it to her. He filled a tankard with mead for himself. “I know<br />
nothing new. He does not seem to enjoy discussing his past.”<br />
“Thank you.” She took the cup and had a sip, rolling the taste of the wine across her tongue. “I cannot<br />
manage to get past ‘Hello’ or ‘How are you’ with him.”<br />
“Are you interested in Mister Trimble, Miss Bailey?”<br />
She choked on her wine, coughing delicately. Rounding on him with wide eyes, she said, “Have you taken<br />
leave of your senses? Indeed not!”<br />
“Really?” Meyer’s dark eyes glittered with amusement. He led her toward the tug of war game about to start.<br />
“I wonder then, why you are so curious about him.”<br />
“I am curious about every new resident of Malmsbury.”