Quicksilver - Amanda Quick [75]
“Yes, but you are earning far more now, thanks to Leybrook making this Institute fashionable.”
“Trust me, I am aware of the current state of my finances.”
“In any event, as if the damage to your reputation was not enough, Nick tells me that the entire exercise tonight has been wasted. He claims that any number of people appear to be obsessed with you, including Leybrook and Adriana.” Charlotte paused. “For somewhat different reasons, of course.”
“Nick? You are already so well acquainted with Nicholas Sweetwater that you refer to him by his first name?”
“It seemed the most convenient way to distinguish him from your Mr. Sweetwater,” Charlotte said. “It was getting confusing.”
“He’s not my Mr. Sweetwater.”
“Hah. That is no longer in doubt, thanks to your remarks to Adriana and Leybrook. Honestly, Ginny, what were you thinking?”
“I’m not sure I was thinking. I just did not care for the way Adriana was looking at Owen.”
“Gentlemen do have a difficult time looking her in the eye when they converse with her. Their attention tends to wander south. My point is that she is a nasty piece of work. If she thinks you are a threat to her position with Leybrook, there’s no telling what she might do.”
“I did get the warning about both of them from Pamela’s ancient Egyptian princess,” Virginia said. “But I very much doubt that Leybrook would be happy with me as his assistant, and I do not think that Adriana would murder me just because she lost her position.”
“I wouldn’t place any wagers on the lovely Adriana, if I were you,” Charlotte said. “That woman is a viper. I am convinced she could be dangerous.”
A voice rose out of the crowd on the steps: “Miss Dean, Miss Dean, one moment, if you please.”
Virginia turned to see Jasper Welch bustling toward her through the throng. She smiled. “Good evening, sir. I saw you earlier from across the room, but you appeared to be feverishly busy attending to D. D. Pinkerton.”
“He was being practically ignored. Everyone was trying to chat with Leybrook.” Welch came to a halt in front of her. “It was quite awkward, given that the reception was in Pinkerton’s honor. I felt obliged to do something to smooth over the insult.”
“It was very gracious of you,” Charlotte assured him.
“It has been a difficult evening.” Welch took out a handkerchief and wiped his brow. “I am very glad it is over. There are always so many details to attend to, and something always seems to go wrong. Poor Mrs. Fordham was overwhelmed. The caterer ran out of lobster canapés midway through the evening, and she was forced to send for more champagne.”
“You did a brilliant job, as always, Mr. Welch,” Virginia assured him.
Charlotte smiled. “Yes, it was a beautifully planned affair, sir. I do not know what Mr. Leybrook would do without you. I’m sure the Institute would collapse, were it not for your expert management.”
“I could not handle any of it if it were not for Mrs. Fordham,” Welch said. “She is a wonder.”
“Speaking of Mrs. Fordham, I did not see her tonight,” Virginia said.
“She was very busy behind the scenes,” Welch said. “The crowd was larger than we had anticipated. Miss Dean, the reason I wanted to speak to you was to apologize for the unpleasant gossip that is making the rounds.”
“Idle chatter,” Charlotte said firmly.
“And certainly not your fault, sir,” Virginia added.
Deep furrows of concern lined Welch’s brow. “Nevertheless, I am very sorry for any embarrassment you may have experienced tonight.”
“I shall recover,” Virginia assured him.
“Of course, of course.” Welch inclined his head in a small bow. “Dear me, I see Mrs. Harkins is having some difficulty managing the steps with her cane. If you will excuse me?”
“Of course,” Virginia said.
“Good evening, Mr. Welch,” Charlotte added.
They watched Welch scurry off to assist the aging Mrs. Harkins, a venerable practitioner who conducted séances twice weekly on Wednesday and Friday nights.
“The woman may be suffering from rheumatism,” Charlotte observed softly, “but she is still doing more business than most of her competitors.