In the morning?
Of course. Thats when everyone goes.
Everyone meaning the Honorable Damian Hargrove? Pamela asked in a tone of lazy amusement.
Belinda wrinkled her nose, saying, No. Mr. Hargrove is simply a friend. She looked up at her brother pleadingly, Please, Stephen, say youll go?
Of course I will. If you can manage to get up early enough, of course.
Of course. Belinda looked affronted at the idea that she could not.
Lady St. Leger arose from the piano, taking her sons hand, and led him around to the sofa across from Pamela. She sat down beside him, beaming, her hand still tucked in his.
Stephen smiled back at his mother, then said in carefully neutral tones, Whom did you visit this evening? He had a pretty strong suspicion who it had been.
Madame Valenskayaand her daughter and Mr. Babington, of course. Howard Babington, Stephen knew, was the gentleman who had opened his house to the Russian medium and her daughter during their stay in London. It was such a pleasant evening, his mother went on.
Her smile was enough to make Stephen wonder if perhaps Capshaw wasnt right, after all. Maybe it was better for his mother to believe in this nonsense if it lightened her heart. She had been plunged into grief at his older brothers death almost a year ago. It had taken Stephen some time to settle his affairs and return to England to take up the title and estate left to him by Rodericks demise, so it had been four months after Rodericks death before he reached their ancestral home. But his mother had still been in the depths of despair. He had wished many times over the months that he could lighten her sorrow somehow. Even if it took the ministrations of this Russian medium, perhaps it was worth it. They would, after all, be leaving in a few days to return to the family estate, leaving Madame Valenskaya in London. Hopefully, by the next season, his mother would be past this nonsense.
The most wonderful thing happened, Lady St. Leger went on, excitement tingeing her voice. Madame made contact with Roddy.
What? Stephen looked at her, then glanced over at Rodericks widow, Pamela.
Pamela nodded. The spirit rapped out Roddy.
His nickname! Lady St. Leger went on excitedly. You see? Not St. Leger, or even Roderick, that anyone might know. But the pet name I called him since he was a baby! It must mean it was really he, dont you see?
But, Mother, you must have spoken of him as Roddy sometime when you were around this woman, Stephen could not keep from pointing out.
Lady St. Leger made a disapproving noise. Oh, Stephen, you are so suspicious. What does it matter if Madame Valenskaya knows his name is Roddy? It was the spirit who rapped it out.
Of course. It was pointless, he thought, to try to reason with her. She thought the sun rose and set on Madame Valenskaya.
It was the first time hes actually spoken to us, although of course Chief Running Deer has told us that he knows Roderick is well and happy. Lady St. Legers eyes welled with tears at the memory. You can imagine how thrilled I was.
Yes.
But I couldnt help but be sad, too, because we are leaving London soon. And it was so unlucky that Roddy should appear just now, when we are about to leave.
Yes, wasnt it? Stephen commented dryly.
I said so to Madame, of course, and she agreed. She was very tired, as she always is after a visitation, but she is so kind. She stayed and talked to us for a long time afterward. Madame is certain that Roderick wants to speak with us again. She says she can feel his eagerness. It is just that when they are so new to the other side, as he is, it is a trifle difficult for them to communicate. But she knows it is coming soon.
Stephen could well imagine that the woman would hate to lose such a generous client; no doubt that was why Roddys spirit had been trotted out. But Stephen kept his lips firmly shut against such words. His mother would not believe him, and it would only anger and hurt her.
She suggested that we remain in London, but of course I told her we could not, what with you coming here to escort us back to Blackhope. You could not be away from the estate too long, I said. I could hardly ask you to twiddle your thumbs here in London when there is so much needing to be done. And, of course, the season is over. But it all turned out quite wonderfully! I realized that although we had to leave London, that didnt mean I could not see Madame Valenskaya. She could come to Blackhope Hall to visit us!
Lady St. Leger beamed. Stephen stared.
What? You invited her home with us?
His mother nodded happily. Yes. And, of course, her daughter and Mr. Babington. I could scarcely leave them out, especially after Mr. Babington has so kindly opened his home to us time after time. I cannot believe I never thought of inviting them before.
Stephen clenched and unclenched his jaw, at a loss for words. He wondered exactly who had come up with the idea for the visithis mother or Madame Valenskaya.
I am sure that Madame Valenskaya can communicate with the spirits just as well at Blackhope as she can here in London, Lady St. Leger went on. Indeed, when I told her about the house, she was ecstatic. She says she is sure that someplace as old and as full of history as it is must be very well suited to communications from the spirit world. I had never thought of it, but that does make sense. She paused and looked at Stephen. I know I should have asked you first, dear. It is, after all, your house now. But I was sure you would have told me to invite whomever I wanted.
Yes, of course. It is your house, always has been. I would not forbid you to invite whomever you wanted there.
That was the problem, of course. Despite the fact that he was lord of Blackhope now, Stephen would not think of telling his mother who she could or could not invite to the home that had been hers from the day she married his father.
He glanced over at Pamela, who was watching him with a faint smile on her lips. There were times when he wondered if Pamela encouraged his mother on this foolish course just to arouse his ire. She talked about Valenskaya and her spirits as his mother did, but he had a little difficulty believing that Pamela really believed such things. She was a woman who was ruled by her head, not her heart; she had proved that much years ago when she married Roderick. Perhaps she was fond of Roddy in her fashion, but Stephen didnt believe that she had ever been passionately in love with his brother, certainly not enough to be overwhelmed by the torrent of grief that had inundated his mother. He knew that Pamelas heart had been more scored by the knowledge that she inherited nothing but a widows share at her husbands death than by the death itself. He knew firsthand that hers was a cold and calculating heart, and he found it hard to believe that she wished so much to communicate with Roddy.
Lady St. Leger patted Stephens hand. I know. You are such a dear son, just like Roddy. I knew you would not mind, and, anyway, you are always locked up in your office or out riding the estate or something. Youll scarcely notice that we have guests.
Stephen sincerely hoped so, but he said only, in a neutral voice, How long are they staying?
Oh, I didnt ask them for any specific time. I dont know what will happen, you see, or how long it will take. And three guests will scarcely tax the resources of Blackhope.