Callander Square - Anne Perry [93]
“Spoken from the heart,” Pitt smiled at her with a mixture of affection strongly touched with amusement.
Charlotte was not to be moved. She felt convinced she was right, it was just a matter of thinking of a reason for it.
“All right then!” she looked back at him with determination. “From the head then: do you really think it is worth money to try to keep it secret that he beds the parlormaid? Everyone knows anyway. And Mary Ann hasn’t been there all that long,” she let a note of real intellectual triumph creep into her voice. “Not long enough to have been the mother of the first baby! There was one before her for a short time; she got married and left, and another before that who died.” She faced Pitt with a mounting bubble of excitement inside her. “Everyone knows he behaves badly, I expect even his wife knows, although naturally she would pretend not to—”
He frowned. “Why? Why on earth should she pretend not to know? I would have thought she would be furious, and put a stop to it instantly.”
Charlotte sighed patiently. Really, men were very unsophisticated at times!
“I dare say she doesn’t wish for his attentions all the time herself,” she explained, “and is happy enough for him to take them elsewhere. But if she were forced to know about it, I mean to be seen to know about it, then she would have to complain, be injured, horrified, and so on. Society would require it of her. Also she would look foolish, a deceived wife— a rather humiliating position.”
“But she is a deceived wife,” Pitt pointed out. “Except, of course, that she doesn’t believe the lie, but the offense is the same.”
“No, it isn’t,” she looked at him sideways for a minute. Was he affecting to be ignorant, or did he really not know? Sometimes he teased her appallingly.
He waited in innocence.
“It is not an offense,” she continued after a moment, “if she would rather he did it; at least not against her. The offense would be in making a fool of her in public. Everyone knows he does it, and everyone knows she doesn’t mind. But if she were forced to acknowledge it, then she would have either to create a scene, which would make her seem ridiculous, or else openly to condone it, which would be immoral.”
“How abysmally cynical,” he observed. “Where did you learn all that?”
Her face fell.
“Yes, I know. I think it’s rather disgusting, but that’s what happens. I’ve learned a lot from Emily. She’s very observant, you know; and of course she knows a lot of people of that sort—society, I mean. I would never do that. I should probably have a blazing row.”
He smiled broadly.
“I have no doubt at all that you would, my dear.”
She looked at him quickly.
He held his hands up in defense.
“Don’t worry, we can’t afford a parlormaid, and I swear I shall never touch Mrs. Wickes.”
Considering Mrs. Wickes was fourteen stone and had a moustache, Charlotte did not feel it a great concession.
“How about Jemima?” she asked.
“He doesn’t want to press charges,” he replied.
“Of course he doesn’t! She isn’t guilty!”
“I rather agree with you,” he said thoughtfully. “Which raises the question of why he told me about it. Rather a superfluous and dangerous invention, don’t you think?”
“I don’t care! Jemima wouldn’t blackmail him.”
“So that leaves the rather interesting question of who did.”
Charlotte caught her breath. “Oh!”
“Quite,” he stood up in a single movement.
“You’re not going to charge her?” She caught at his arm.
“No. But I do have to report it.”
“Must you?”
“Of course I must.”
“But it would damage her! She will probably not be able to disprove it; maybe not even ever!”
He put his hand on hers for a moment, before removing it gently.
“I know that, my dear. It will be a great pleasure to me if I can ever prove him a liar.”
“Oh.” She knew there was no point in arguing. If anything were to be done about it quickly, she would have to do it herself.
Accordingly when he had left, she abandoned her housework leaving a note on the door for Mrs. Wickes, and took herself