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  Baines was astounded that Nell would immediately consider her husband a suspect, and was glad Rose was out of earshot. But as Nell dropped to her knees by her younger sister, her expression held such anger, along with horror, that it was clear she had some good reason to blame Albert.

  Baines had always held Nell in the highest regard. Had it not been for his position and the fact that he was so much older than her, he might have been tempted to admit he held romantic ideas about her too. Yet he was glad for her when she took up with Albert, for she clearly wanted a home of her own and children. Albert appeared to be a good choice of husband: he was steady and hardworking, even if he was a trifle dour.

  In the light of Nell’s revelation, Baines now saw a reason for why she wasn’t the vibrant, talkative woman she used to be before her marriage. Up till now, he’d thought this to be the result of increased responsibility, or perhaps disappointment that she hadn’t found herself with child. It had certainly never crossed his mind that Albert himself might be the cause.

  When Rose came back, Nell took the bowl of water from her and began cleaning the head wound, murmuring little endearments to Hope and begging her to tell her how this came about. Baines watched Hope’s face, and he could see she was fighting the urge to admit the truth. That was practically proof enough it was Albert, for the child clearly wanted to protect her sister from shame and embarrassment.

  Baines felt a little faint himself now, for the law wasn’t kind to women; fathers and husbands could inflict tremendous punishments on female relatives with no fear of prosecution. If Albert could do this to a young girl, what might he do to Nell if she took him to task for it?

  Sir William was the person who ought to deal with it. A stern warning that he would be watching out for Hope and Nell in future would probably bring Albert to heel. But Sir William was weak. ‘Feeble’ was how Cook had once described him, and though Baines had reprimanded her for saying it, she was right.

  Surrounded by doting women as a child, and overindulged, Sir William had never learned to be a real man. He might be charming and look gallant and handsome as he galloped around the countryside on Merlin, but in fact he was completely irresponsible.

  Baines knew that the business interests in London and America which his master used as an excuse to be away from here so often didn’t really exist. He had a circle of friends there, but it was horses, card games, balls and parties he shared with them, not business.

  Sadly, he wouldn’t give a damn if his gardener was ill-treating his wife and her sister. As long as the grounds continued to be admired by his friends, the man who was responsible could do what he liked.

  Hope wriggled away from Nell’s ministrations and got to her feet. ‘I’m fine now, Nell, I only fell on the frosty drive,’ she insisted. ‘I must go and light the fires.’

  ‘Let me light the fires, Mr Baines,’ Rose begged. ‘Hope’s not right yet, that’s a nasty wound she’s got. Couldn’t Nell do what’s necessary down here and stay with her?’

  Baines recognized self-interest; Rose was just scared of being left to do the cooking today.

  ‘Fair enough, Rose,’ he said gravely, for it was clear that Hope wasn’t fit for heavy work. ‘You run along and see to the fires. And make sure Ruby pulls her weight.’

  The minute she’d gone, Baines turned to Nell. ‘I think it would be best for Ruth to come down here. Cook, God rest her, has no further need of her help and Ruth is a very able cook. You can get Master Rufus up and bathed before your duties for the mistress.’

  Nell nodded, but she put her hand on his arm and drew him towards the scullery to talk more privately. ‘What am I to do, Mr Baines?’ she asked in a whisper. ‘I know it were Albert, even if Hope won’t tell me. I’m often afeared for myself with him, but I never thought he’d lay a hand on her.’

  ‘We’ll talk about this later,’ Baines sighed. ‘On top of all the usual daily tasks, I have to make arrangements for Cook’s funeral and talk to Lady Harvey about a replacement for her. Hope will be safe here with Ruth.’ He put one hand on Nell’s shoulder, wanting to reassure her he wasn’t dismissing her because he didn’t care. ‘We have to tread carefully, Nell, and weigh up the consequences.’

  Once Baines had gone, Nell turned back to Hope, tenderly smoothing her hair back from her forehead. ‘Tell me the truth, my little love. It were Albert, weren’t it?’

  ‘No, I told you I fell on the drive,’ Hope lied.

  Nell closed her eyes with exasperation. ‘Is that what you intend to tell Ruth and James?’

  Hope nodded.

  Nell fastened a piece of wadding over the wound on her sister’s head, then placed a mob cap over it. ‘I can’t hide those fingermarks on your neck so easily,’ she said pointedly. ‘But I’m sure you’ll be able to think of some excuse for those too.’

  At five o’clock that evening, Nell walked down the drive to the cottage carrying a basket containing a loaf of bread and a meat and potato pie Ruth had made for her that afternoon. Her heart was thumping with fright, but she had never been more determined in her whole life.

  Hope was staying in Ruth’s room at Briargate for the night. She had stubbornly stuck to her story that she just fell on the drive, and Nell knew it was her way of protecting her. But this afternoon Hope had vomited, and Baines had insisted she went to bed immediately and stayed there. Even Hope wasn’t brave enough to argue with him.

  Nell hadn’t discussed Albert any further with Baines because he had been far too busy sorting out Cook’s funeral. But she had thought through all the possible lines of actions she could take and weighed up the consequences of each.

  All of them were likely to bring her and Hope even greater misery. Legally she had no rights; a wife was a man’s property and she was expected to obey him. Nell suspected that the same law meant Albert could do anything he liked to his sister-in-law too because he had given her a home.

  It had been very tempting to ask Lady Harvey for some help, but she’d quashed that idea for Nell knew if her mistress refused, she might retaliate and blurt out something she would regret.

  Captain Pettigrew had called many times in the last three years, always when the master was away. Maybe they didn’t get up to anything wrong, but Nell could feel a charge in the air between them and her ladyship was always lost in a dream when he left, sometimes even a little weepy.

  Nell could understand, at least to a certain extent. Over the years she had come to see that Sir William wasn’t the perfect husband she once took him for. He was careless with his wife, preferring the company of his friends in London to her. Maybe he’d always been that way and that was why her mistress fell for the Captain’s charms in the first place.

  Without Lady Harvey’s help Nell couldn’t run away from Albert, and anyway she didn’t want to leave the job she loved, or her family. If James and Matt were to find out Albert had beaten Hope, they would take their revenge. But Albert was an intelligent, determined man and he knew the law. He’d get James and Matt arrested, they would end up in prison, and she and Hope would be completely at his mercy.

  She couldn’t even hope that by now he was feeling ashamed of himself, as she knew that he didn’t love her. He didn’t love anyone but himself.

  While there was no way she could either be rid of Albert or punish him, she didn’t intend just to lie down and let him walk over her. As her father had been very fond of saying, ‘There’s more than one way to skin a cat.’ And Nell felt she had found a way to skin Albert.

  Inside, the cottage felt no warmer than outside, and Nell fumbled in the darkness for the candle and matches she always left on the shelf by the door. Once the candle was alight, she carried it over to the table and lit the oil lamp.

  The stove was out, just as she had expected, and the breadboard on the table held just a few crumbs and the bread knife. A broken cup lay on the floor, clearly hurled by Albert, and the hearthrug was scuffed up, but there was nothing else out of place. She picked up the pieces of china and looked
for further clues as to what had gone on that morning. Her eyes fell on a splattering of blood on the whitewashed wall by the door.

  In a strange way she was glad to see it, for it was the confirmation she needed to give her the courage to carry out her plan. She had the stove lit within five minutes. She put the pie in to warm through, laid the table and then ran upstairs to make the bed and collect the slop pail.

  Just after six, she heard Albert’s boots scrunching on the stones of the drive and her bowels contracted with fear. She was spooning some tea into the warmed pot as he came in. He stood for a second in the doorway, his eyes narrowing in surprise to find Nell there as she usually arrived back much later than him.

  Even after all the misery he’d put her through, she could still admire how handsome he was. Six feet two inches of rock-hard muscle, and a face that would make many a woman swoon: large dark blue eyes framed by long lashes, a perfect straight nose and a well-shaped mouth. He had shaved off his beard soon after their wedding, and though there was a dark shadow on his chin now because he hadn’t shaved that morning, his slightly cleft chin was attractive. Even his teeth were still good, and he often pointed out that she should be ashamed that she’d lost so many of hers.

  ‘I’ve got a nice meat and potato pie for your supper,’ she said pleasantly. ‘And this tea will be brewed in a moment.’

  ‘Where’s the girl?’ he asked as he hung up his coat by the door.

  ‘Up at the house,’ she replied. ‘My father always asked how Mother was, and kissed her when he came in.’

  He looked hard at her, clearly not really understanding the sarcasm, but he said nothing and went over to the bowl of water she had ready and washed his hands.

  She poured his tea in silence, took the pie from the oven and put it on the table, then cut him a slice of bread.

  Every sound seemed magnified, the scrape of his chair on the stone floor as he pulled it out to sit down, his first sip of tea and the crackle of the wood in the stove. Albert was mostly silent, and she usually chattered just to break the deadly quiet. But this time she said nothing, just served him up a large portion of the pie.

  It was when he picked up a knife to spread butter on his bread that she noticed him wince.

  ‘What’s wrong with your hand?’ she asked.

  ‘A cut,’ he said curtly.

  ‘Let me see,’ she said, leaning closer and reaching out for his hand.

  ‘Leave me be, woman,’ he spat at her. ‘I’m not a child.’

  Nell had intended to wait until after he’d eaten, but the way he spoke to her riled her so much she could not contain herself any longer.

  ‘No, you aren’t a child. You’re a big and very strong man. Yet you’d half-strangle a young girl and try to dash her brains out.’

  He flushed and began to rise from his chair as if to strike her.

  She snatched up the bread knife. ‘Sit down,’ she ordered him, pointing the knife at him. ‘For once you are going to listen to me.’

  ‘Now look here, woman,’ he began to bluster, ‘I expected that the impudent madam would go snivelling to you, but I doubt she told you the truth. She insulted me, so I chastised her. She deserved it.’

  ‘She didn’t snivel to anyone. She wouldn’t even admit to Baines or me that she were attacked. But we knew! FingerMarks on her neck, the gash on her head. She couldn’t get those from falling on the drive.’

  He gave a snort of derision and went to get up, but Nell lunged out warningly with the knife and he sat down again. ‘I could get you thrown off this estate,’ she hissed. ‘Thrown out without a character. Where would you be then?’

  ‘They couldn’t do that without throwing you out too,’ he said with a smirk. ‘I’m your husband.’

  ‘Husband!’ she sneered. ‘How can you be when I’m still a virgin after three long years of marriage?’

  He was clearly astounded that she would dare voice such a thing. Suddenly he looked a little unsure of himself.

  ‘That’s my trump card,’ she said determinedly. ‘I haven’t played it yet, but I’m prepared to.’ She lowered the knife just a fraction, and leaned forward to nudge his plate nearer to him. ‘Eat up, dear Albert, you have to keep your strength up. Ruth made that for you, though if she guessed the truth about Hope’s injuries she might well have slipped some arsenic in.’

  He looked down at his plate, then back at Nell. He was hesitant, wanting to eat it because he was starving, but afraid to.

  ‘Come on, Albert, eat,’ she said. ‘There are so many of us Rentons.’ She laughed lightly as if she were joking. ‘James in the stables with a pitchfork! Matt lying in wait somewhere with a scythe! How about Joe and Henry destroying your rosebeds?’

  ‘Now look here, woman!’ he said, his face darkening. ‘You can’t threaten me!’

  ‘Threaten you?’ Nell gasped, as if that was the last thing on her mind. ‘Surely you don’t think I was threatening you? I was only pointing out the things you might think could happen. But none of those things are necessary, not with my trump card.’

  She paused, feeling a little more confident now. ‘It would be easy enough to go to Lady Harvey and tell her that you aren’t a real man and you take it out on Hope and me because it shames you. Do you think she’d want you as her gardener knowing that? I believe a marriage can be annulled if it hasn’t been consummated.’ She smirked at him, proud that she’d remembered the right word. ‘I could speak to Reverend Gosling about that!’

  ‘I never meant to hit Hope,’ Albert exclaimed, his face suddenly paler. ‘Damn it, woman, I’m sorry I did.’

  ‘I’m sorry you did too,’ Nell said fiercely. ‘Because it’s made me face things about you that I didn’t want to examine.’

  He looked at her blankly.

  ‘You really don’t like women at all, do you?’ Nell asked. ‘When we got married I thought you loved me and that we’d have children. But you cheated me. You knew that you could never give me that.’

  ‘I take care of you,’ he said indignantly.

  ‘Care! You call ordering me around, pulling me up for the quilt not being straight or a speck of dirt on the floor, taking care of me?’ Nell’s voice rose to a shriek. ‘You don’t talk or laugh. There’s no joy in you. Being married to you is like a prison sentence.’

  ‘I don’t know what’s got into you. I’ve said I’m sorry, now let that be the end of it,’ he said, and began eating his pie.

  ‘The end of it!’ she exclaimed. ‘I’ve barely begun, Albert Scott. You are unnatural, a freak of nature that you don’t like women, and I swear on all that’s holy that I will expose what you really are unless you do as I say.’

  At last he looked frightened and Nell felt she now had some real power.

  ‘So what do you want of me?’ he asked in little more than a whisper, dropping his eyes from hers.

  ‘First of all, you will never hit Hope or me again.’

  He nodded.

  ‘And you’ll make no further complaints about how I run this house. You’ll get the coal, wood and the water in like any decent husband would do. You will also welcome my family here and behave as if you like them.’

  ‘Is that it?’ he asked.

  ‘You think you’ve got off lightly, don’t you?’ she laughed mirthlessly. ‘But you haven’t, because I know that it will wear you down having to be nice to me. You’ll always be afraid I might spill the beans about you and make you the laughing stock of the county. Maybe it will wear you down enough so you leave me. That will make me very happy. I’ve never considered myself a real wife anyway.’

  To her amazement he covered his face with his hands. ‘I can’t help the way I am,’ he muttered as if he were crying. ‘God knows I wish I was like other men.’

  Nell almost softened then. She was tempted to put her arms around him and say maybe they could learn to be friends like the way they were before they married. But she knew that if he saw her weaken he would use it to his advantage.

  Instead she took h
is hands away from his face. There were tears in his eyes. ‘There might still be hope for you if you can shed a tear, Albert Scott,’ she said crisply. ‘Finish your supper, then let me see to that cut on your hand.’

  Chapter Six

  1845

  Hope was walking home through Lord’s Wood after spending her afternoon off in Woolard with Matt, Amy and their children when she heard a crack of something stepping on a dry stick behind her.

  She turned, but couldn’t see or hear anything. Had it been an animal, she’d have been able to hear rustling in the undergrowth, so it stood to reason it was a human who was now hidden.

  She wasn’t in the least scared; it was only six in the evening and in June it didn’t get dark until at least ten o’clock. Besides, she and her brothers used to stalk people all the time when they were younger. In fact, if she hadn’t known both Joe and Henry were fishing by the bridge in Woolard, she would have thought it was one of them. But they’d been warned off coming into the wood by Mr Box, the Hunstrete gamekeeper, because he suspected them of poaching. Fortunately that day Box didn’t catch them with any fish from the lake, but he said that if he saw them in the woods again he’d turn them over to the magistrates.

  Hope waited a while and when there were no further noises she thought she might have been mistaken so she walked on. But when she heard another crack, she turned just in time to see someone dart behind a tree. She knew it wasn’t an adult, for their step was too light, and she thought it was a girl for she’d seen a flash of blonde hair.

  The Nicholses, who lived on the common near her old home, had two blonde daughters, and one of them, Anna, was daring enough to play this sort of game on someone. So Hope thought she’d turn the tables on her and hide behind a tree too.

  She held the skirt of her brown dress in tight so it wouldn’t give her away, and waited. After about a minute she heard the sound of creeping feet. They came right up to the tree where she was hiding and then stopped so close that Hope could hear the girl’s breathing. She wanted to laugh because she could just imagine Anna’s confused expression as she wondered how Hope had managed to disappear.