Anne Perry s Christmas Mysteries Page 0,26

breath, wanting to speak after all. "Although it was not so simple as that."

"Really? I suppose things seldom are," Grandmama said sympathetically. "And even less often are they what they seem to be on the surface. People make very hasty judgments, sometimes."

"They are the easiest," Agnes agreed. She negotiated a sharp turn in the lane and Grandmama saw the village of Snargate ahead. This was proving very difficult indeed. They were almost at the village green. The inn, the church with ancient yew trees and graveyard, and the lych-gate covered with the bare vines of honeysuckle lay beyond.

They made their first delivery of Christmas fare, and the second, and then left Snargate and continued the short distance to Appledore.

"I suppose there is always speculation where there are sisters, and one is as beautiful as Bedelia," Grandmama said as soon as they were on their way again, blankets carefully tucked around shivering knees. The sky cleared a little and banners of blue appeared bright between the clouds.

As if deliberately hurting herself, Agnes told the story. "Maude didn't know about it, not really. She was away that Christmas. Aunt Josephine was ill and alone, and Maude went to look after her. Zachary was courting Bedelia. He was so in love with her. They went everywhere together, to the balls and the dinners and the theater in Dover, even through the snow. That was when the Queen was young and happy, and Prince Albert was so dashing. We saw drawings of them in the newspapers. It was before the Crimean War. I expect you remember?"

"I do." It had been a nightmare time. Her own husband had been alive, charming, persuasive, privately brutal, demanding things no decent woman ever imagined. She could still taste the wool of the carpet in her mouth and remember his weight on top of her, forcing her down. In public it had been all contentment, the glamour of endless crinoline skirts on a figure unrecognizable now in her too ample waist and hips. And at home a hell she could not think of without a hot shame making her feel sick. How could she, of all people, criticize anyone's cowardice? It stirred in her rage and pity, and a hunger to avenge it so sharp she could feel it. The bitter wind was almost a comfort.

But Agnes was lost in her own passions and did not even glance to see if her companion was with her mentally. "Then Arthur Harcourt arrived," she went on. "I think it was early March. The beginning of spring. The days were getting longer and everything was coming into bud. Arthur was not only handsome but charming and funny and kind. He could make us all laugh so hard we were embarrassed to be caught at it. One did not enjoy things so openly then. It was thought to be unladylike. He didn't care. And he could dance like an angel. Everything seemed worth doing when he was with us."

Grandmama thought she could guess the rest. Bedelia fell out of love with Zachary and in love with Arthur, who was a much better catch. A far better catch. Poor Zachary was cast aside, and in time took second best, the duller, plainer Agnes. And Agnes accepted.

Without thinking, Grandmama reached across and put her hand on Agnes's where it rested above the edge of the rug, holding the reins tightly. She did not say anything. It was a silent understanding, a pity without words.

For a few moments they rode through the lanes toward Appledore in silence.

Then suddenly Agnes spoke again. "Of course we thought then that Bedelia and Arthur would marry. It seemed inevitable."

"Yes, it would," Grandmama agreed.

"But Aunt Josephine died, and Maude came back home. Everything changed," Agnes said.

"Indeed?" Grandmama had almost forgotten about Maude. "How?"

"Arthur and Maude just..." Agnes gave a tiny shrug. "Just seemed to...to fall so in love it was as if Bedelia ceased to exist. It didn't seem like a flirtation. Bedelia was...unable to believe it at first. I mean Maude, of all people? Goodness knows what she told him!"

"Told him?" Grandmama said before she could stop herself.

"Well, she must have told him something terrible about Bedelia to have caused him to abandon her like that! And of course untrue. Jealousy is...a very unkind thing. It eats the heart out of you, if you allow it to."

"Oh, that is true," Grandmama agreed sincerely. "It can be an instant passion, or a slow-growing one, but it is certainly deadly. But it