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“I fear I am being obscure,” Geraldine said, wiping her eyes. “Which is the very last<br />
thing I intended to be.”<br />
“These are memories which have likely gone unspoken for some time,” Rayley said with<br />
sympathy, his own mind darting back to Paris and the extraordinarily ill-fated liaison he’d<br />
experienced there the past spring. How long would it be before he would speak of Isabel Blout, he<br />
wondered, and if he ever did, would he manage to tell the story in a sensible fashion?<br />
Geraldine smiled at him. “Thank you, dear, but Trevor has asked me to stick to the<br />
basics, so I must start again.” She gave a great exhalation to steady her nerves. “I boarded a ship,<br />
having assured my gullible parents and even my far-from-gullible brother that I wished to find a<br />
suitable man and marry. I had a substantial inheritance and a decent bosom, one of which I luckily<br />
still retain. But despite these assets, I had never been particularly marriageable by English<br />
standards. I was forceful, perhaps too full of opinions and too certain I was right. The eligible men in<br />
my circle had demurred, each in his turn. And so, when a full fifteen years after my lavish debut I<br />
remained unattached, my family was easily persuaded I might try my chances on the subcontinent.<br />
They took me to the port of London and onto the ship I went.”<br />
“And who was named your chaperone?” Trevor asked.<br />
“Very good, my dear,” Geraldine said. “Your question is quite apt and proves why you<br />
are the leader of us all. See there, everyone. A single shot in the dark and Trevor has managed to hit<br />
the one fact that will advance our story. For I was entrusted, you see, to the care of a matron a few<br />
years above my own age, a woman named Rose Everlee who was returning to India to join her<br />
husband in Bombay. And as fate would have it, Anthony Weaver was the dashing second in command<br />
in that same unit. Roland Everlee’s lieutenant, in fact, and also his closest friend.” Geraldine paused<br />
and frowned. “I say all that as a matter of course, but was Anthony truly dashing? They always use<br />
that word with officers, so I suppose he must have been. Or at least dashing enough for me.”<br />
“Rose Everlee introduced you to Anthony Weaver,” Trevor gently prompted.<br />
Geraldine nodded. “Before we had left London harbor. He was at my side even as I<br />
waved goodbye to Leonard and my parents.”<br />
But Emma was frowning. The letter which Leanna had read referred to a woman named<br />
Rose. Apparently over the course of the years, the commanding officer’s wife had somehow become<br />
the dashing lieutenant’s wife and, more to the point, had also managed to get herself murdered. What<br />
sort of tangle had Geraldine stumbled into?<br />
Noting Emma’s expression, Geraldine nodded again. “Yes, my dear, yes. As unlikely as<br />
it seems, my chaperone for the voyage was the very same woman who now lies dead. But perhaps I<br />
am getting ahead of myself once again.”<br />
“You sailed,” Trevor said pointedly.<br />
“We sailed,” Geraldine said. “Weeks upon the water, three of them spent simply drifting<br />
in the complete doldrums of the Indian Ocean, with nowhere to seek shelter except the terrifying<br />
prospect of the African coast. The captain assured us that if we took harbor there we should be<br />
devoured on sight, and, fools that we were, we believed him. And so we sat. Too little wind, too<br />
much water. Too little food, too much sun. It was during those doldrums that Anthony and I...we<br />
indulged ourselves, I suppose that is the best way to say it. In ways which would not have been<br />
allowed in London, or even Bombay.”<br />
Silence. Everyone waited.<br />
“The months that followed,” Geraldine said softly, “were the happiest of my life. But