for some time. I’m to start rehearsals for my next appearance with the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra.”
“Thank you for inviting me. I will look forward to spending another afternoon such as this.” Today had been amazing and Margaret would never forget the kindness of Mrs. Anderson and her friends. Nor of the duchess for having her. She was loath to leave the sunny conservatory and return to the exhausting task of avoiding Winthrop.
The thought brought Lord Welles and their conversation to mind. She hadn’t given up on becoming reacquainted with Carstairs.
The duchess walked Mrs. Anderson to the door, hugging her tightly. Margaret saw her nod as Mrs. Anderson said something in a low tone, then her gaze landed on Margaret.
“I fear I must take my leave as well, Your Grace.” Margaret stood, knowing she’d stayed far longer than was prudent. It wouldn’t be wise for Aunt Agnes or any of the servants to see Margaret sneak back to her room.
“A moment, Miss Lainscott.” The duchess motioned for her to sit back down.
Surprised, Margaret did as she requested.
“I hope you enjoyed yourself today?” The duchess picked up a delicate cup decorated with roses and sipped her tea.
“Yes, Your Grace. I can’t remember when I’ve had such a wonderful time. Thank you again for welcoming me into your home.”
The duchess eyed Margaret over the rim of her cup. “What do you think of the organization Mrs. Anderson has formed? I hope you’ll consider joining her and the other ladies when next they meet in my conservatory.”
“I would like nothing more, Your Grace. And I am committed to assisting Mrs. Anderson in any way I can.” Margaret would have access to a great deal of wealth once she married, which made it imperative she wed a man who would allow her to do as she pleased. Because it would please Margaret to fund the Royal Society of Female Musicians.
“I thought as much. You and I are of like mind in that regard. I hope I don’t shock you, Miss Lainscott, when I say I believe everyone, especially we women, must have a passion—something which is important and worthy of our time besides a husband and children. His Grace was not inclined to such an opinion when we first met.” She took another sip of tea, her voice softening as she spoke of her husband. “Though I am certain he feels differently now.”
“I agree, Your Grace,” Margaret said.
“That is why I’ve encouraged my daughters in their artistic pursuits. It matters not whether they excel or become noted for their accomplishments, though such a thing would be wonderful. What is important is that your passion feeds your soul, the part of you shared with no one else.” She smiled. “My family teases me about my obsession with Greek culture, but I find pleasure in seeking the truth hidden inside a Greek myth. I’ve studied the Iliad for years. Have you read it?” At Margaret’s nod, she said, “I learned Greek so I could read the original text without translation.”
The Duchess of Averell was not just a pampered, titled duchess. Margaret’s respect grew for her hostess who was not only kind but obviously of high intelligence.
“I’ve two young, musically inclined girls who should be encouraged in their pursuits, and not because such talent means I can trot them out to perform for a recital and hope to prove their worth to a potential husband.”
Margaret looked down at her hands, thinking of how Aunt Agnes had done such a thing to her.
A small sound of amusement left the duchess. “Only two, Miss Lainscott. I’ve officially given up on Romy’s musical talent.” Her eyes met Margaret’s. “Lucy tells me you compose as well as play the piano. What a magnificent gift.”
“I dabble, Your Grace. My accomplishments are well beneath those of Mrs. Mounsey.”
Margaret’s dreams were small. She wished to encourage a love of music in others, help other musicians when she could, and possibly publish her own music one day. A husband who made demands on her would allow none of that. Winthrop certainly would not.
She must have her music.
“Forgive me, my dear, if I am overstepping, but I am well acquainted with Lady Dobson.” A hint of dislike colored her words. “I feel certain you are not being encouraged and I doubt you’ve even a proper piano to practice on.” The duchess set down the teacup and leaned forward. “I think we may be able to help each other, Miss Lainscott. Lucy is so very busy and cannot