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The Ladies of
Ivy Cottage
JULIE
KLASSEN
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September 1820
Ivy Hill, Wiltshire, England
Rachel Ashford wanted to throw up her hands. Her private educa-
tion by governess had not prepared her for this. Standing in the Ivy
Cottage schoolroom, she paused in her prepared speech to survey
the pupils. Fanny whispered to Mabel, Phoebe played with the end
of her plaited hair, young Alice stared out the window, and Sukey
read a novel. Only the eldest pupil, Anna, paid attention. And she
was the most well-mannered among them and therefore least in
need of the lesson. Whenever Mercy taught, the girls sat in perfect
posture and seemed to hang on her every word.
Rachel was tempted to raise her voice but took a deep breath
and continued evenly. Always wear gloves on the street, at church,
and other formal occasions, except when eating. Always accept
gentlemanly offers of assistance graciously. Never speak in a loud,
coarse voice, and
Fanny grunted. Thats the only voice Ive got!
A few of her classmates giggled.
Girls, please try to remember that boisterous laughter is not
acceptable in polite company. A lady always speaks and moves
with elegance and propriety.
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Rachels neck heated. Very well. That is, if you are sure you
dont mind, Mr. Ashford?
Not at all.
Miss Matilda opened the door wider and gestured for him to
precede her. The lanky young man entered with his long-legged
stride.
The girls whispered and buzzed in anticipation while Rachel
tried in vain to shush them.
He bowed, a lock of light brown hair falling over his boyish,
handsome face. Good day, Miss Ashford. Ladies.
Rachel felt more self-conscious than ever with him there to
witness her ineptness.
Why do you not act out the proper and improper behavior
the book describes? Matilda suggested. First, I shall introduce
you. For you know, girls, you are not to give your name to just any
blade who happens along. One must wait to be introduced by a
trusted friend or relation.
Why? Phoebe asked.
To protect yourself from unsavory connections. Or from being
corrupted by low company. Lets see now. I have always loved a
little playacting, though as a thespian I am nothing to your dear
departed father, Miss Rachel. Matilda raised a finger. I knowI
shall pretend to be some great personage, like ... Lady Catherine
de Bourgh from Pride and Prejudice. Wonderful novel. Have you
read it?
Rachel shook her head.
Oh, you should. So diverting and instructive.
Im afraid I dont care much for books.
Matildas mouth stretched into a long O. She sent a significant
look toward the students.
That is, Rachel hurried to amend, I am sure books are quite
worthwhile. For learning especially. I read many in my own years
in the schoolroom. And my father loved books.
Matilda nodded. Very true. At all events. For now, we shall
dispense with rank and introduce you as social equals. She began
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with his gruesome slabs of hanging meat and dead fowl, and the
greengrocers with crates of produce.
Nicholas gestured toward Praters Universal Stores and Post
Office. Do you mind if we stop here? I have something to post.
He pulled a letter from his pocket.
Rachel acquiesced but said she would wait for him outside. She
avoided smug Mrs. Prater whenever she could. The sour shop-
keepers wife had once treated her with fawning respect, but that
was before her fathers financial ruin.
While she waited, Rachel glanced toward The Bell next door,
wondering if she had time to stop in and greet Jane before Nicholas
returned. But at that moment, two people on horseback rode out
through the coaching inn archwayJane Bell and Sir Timothy
Brockwell. Rachels stomach twisted at the sight.
They did not notice her, talking companionably as they directed
their mounts down the Wishford Road. Both were well dressed
Jane in a striking riding habit of peacock blue. Together, they were
the picture of a perfectly paired couple.
Rachel found herself transported back to her youth. She, Jane,
Timothy, and Mercy were all from the areas leading families. The
other three were close in age, but Rachel was a few years behind
them. Judged too young to tag along, Rachel had frequently been
left behind when the others went off together on some adventure.
Especially Jane and Timothy, who had always been far more active
and athletic than she or bookish Mercy Grove.
Standing there on the High Street, Rachel felt twelve years old
all over again. That plump awkward adolescent, watching the envi-
able adults ride away together.
The shop door opened behind her, and Rachel turned toward it.
Nicholas followed the direction of her gaze and nodded toward
the riders. Who is that with Sir Timothy?
My friend Jane Bell.
As if sensing their scrutiny, Sir Timothy glanced over his shoul-
der at them but did not smile or wave.
Nicholas studied her face. He has never married?
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Yes, it is.
I like it. You looked like a bedraggled sparrow in that old
brown one.
She mock gasped. Thank you very little, sir! You are most
ungallant.
Inwardly she was pleased that he felt free to tease her. It made
her feel closer to himto the Timothy of old, her childhood friend.
He smiled. I am glad we can ride together now and then. I
missed it.
Me too. Who did you ride with all those years we ... didnt?
On my own mostly. Occasionally with the farm manager to
look over the fields, or sometimes with Richard, though he comes
home less and less.
Jane had not seen his brother in years. But no friends?
He shook his head. If you think about it, there is a dearth of
men my age around Ivy Hill.
I never really considered it. I had Mercy and Rachel, but you
had few friends close by.
I didnt need more friends. He sent her a sidelong glance. I
had you.
Their gazes met and held, and Jane felt a poignant ache beneath
her breastbone.
He lightened the moment with a wry grin. Oh, dont feel sorry
for me. Horace Bingley wasnt too far away, but I saw more than
enough of him at school.
Feel sorry for the lord of the manor? Jane teased. Hardly.
Although she did, a little. His life, his family, his responsibilities
were not always easy.
He looked down, then asked, Did you and Mr. Bell ride to-
gether? I never saw you, if you did.
She looked at him in surprise. He almost never asked about John.
No. My father sold Hermione while I was away on our wed-
ding trip, and John was always too busy with the inn.
Then I am glad you have Athena now. She suits you.
Jane stroked the mares sleek neck. Yes. I am grateful to have her.
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She thought of Gabriel Locke, who had given her Athena. His
ruggedly handsome face shimmered in her memory, along with
the feel of his strong, callused hands holding hers.
Timothys gaze swept over her again. It is good to see you
out of mourning, Jane. Are you ... over the worst of your grief?
She considered that. I am, yes. At least where John is con-
cerned.
Will you ever marry again, do you think?
Jane coughed at the question.
Dust, she mouthed, but knew he wasnt fooled. She swallowed
and said, I dont know. Maybe. In time.
He winced. Tell me truthfully, Jane. Did you marry Mr. Bell
because you wanted to or because I disappointed you?
Jane drew in a sharp breath and stopped her horse. Timothy
had never broached the subject so directly before.
He reined in close by. Had I not hesitated. Had I not
Fallen in love with someone else? she supplied.
Again he winced, but he neither confirmed nor denied it.
He didnt need to. At Rachel Ashfords coming-out ball, Timo-
thy had looked at her with a powerful admiration beyond anything
Jane had ever noticed directed at herself. Hed begun treating Ra-
chel with formal deference, almost like a strangeran intriguing,
beautiful stranger. It had stung at the time. Jane knew Timothy
had felt himself honor bound to her, so he had hesitated to act
on that attraction. But Jane had not wanted him to marry her
for dutys sake. For simple loyalty or the expectations of others.
What woman would? Perhaps if John Bell had not pursued her
with such singular determination, she might not have noticed the
warm devotion missing from Timothys eyes.
I cannot deny that turn of events influenced my willingness
to be courted by John. Jane looked at him. Timothy, why did
you never marry? I had wed someone else. You were free to marry
as you liked.
Free? Ha. You know why I did not marry.
She saw the anguish in his eyes, and her heart went out to him.
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The next morning, Rachel sat down to breakfast with the Miss
Groves and asked Mercy how her campaign was going. Her friends
goal was to open a charity school to educate many, if not all, of
the parishs girls and boysregardless of ability to pay. As it was,
Ivy Cottage could house only about eight pupils.
Not well, Mercy explained as she buttered her toast. Lord
Winspear has not yet replied to my request for a meeting. And
yesterday I learned Lady Brockwell is against educating the poor.
Sir Timothy said he might support the project in future but for
now has other obligations to attend to. Apparently the almshouse
needs a new roof and the church has a long list of pending repairs.
And Mr. Bingley says that if the Brockwells and Winspears agree
to put money toward the cause, he will as well, but not before.
She ended on a sigh.
Im sorry.
Dont worry, Rachel. Matilda patted her nieces hand. Mercy
will not give up. She will succeed in the end.
From your lips to Gods ear, Aunt Matty.
Later, as they finished their meal, the Groves manservant
brought in the post and handed Rachel a letter. She thanked him,
and Mr. Basu left the room as silently as hed come.
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Dear Rachel,
Greetings, little sister. I hope this letter finds you happy in
your new home. Do you remember how we admired charm-
ing Ivy Cottage as girls? I admit I imagined living there my-
self when I was young and secretly admired George Grove.
Thankfully I did not break my heart over him. I might have
done, until I learned he planned to pursue a career in India.
Yes, I think I can date my recovery to that precise moment.
I do hope the Miss Groves are treating you well. Have
they banished you to the attic, or pressed you into service like
Cendrillon, the poor orphaned stepsister? Are you sharing a
bed with four wriggling schoolgirls with odiferous feet and
worse breath? I hope not. Or perhaps girls do not produce
as many foul odors and sounds as boys do. I am sure we
never did, as ladylike as Mamma raised us to be. Speaking
of foul, do you ever see the she-dragon who now lives in
our old house?
Rachel shook her head, a wry twist to her mouth as she read
the rest of her sisters letter. Then she moved to the desk in the
sitting room to write her reply.
Dear Ellen,
Thank you for your letter. Rest assured, I am content
here in Ivy Cottage. Of course the Miss Groves are as kind
as could be. More kind than I deserve.
And no, they have not put me in the attic. I have my
own bedchamber here. It isnt grand, but it is comfortable.
I believe it was the boyhood room of George Grove, before
he left the country.
It was thoughtful of you to send a coin under the seal and
offer to send more, but that is not necessary. I have a little
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Fondly,
Rachel
Rachel folded and sealed the letter. Writing it had reminded her
that she had not yet contributed to her room and board for the
month. She went upstairs to remedy that oversight.
In her room, she retrieved her reticule from the side table. She
shook the contents onto her palm, but only a few hapennies and
a button tumbled forth. The button had fallen off her blue spencer
at church, but she had not remembered to sew it back on.
Pennies would not be enough, so she opened her trunk at the
foot of the bed. From it she retrieved her knitted coin purse. She
had a little money from a small annuity shed inherited from her
mother. But the dividend would not last long. Rachel extracted a
coin, then looked again at the loose button. She should sew it back
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Alone again, Rachel repacked her trunk. Her gaze fell on her
mothers Bible on the nearby side table, but she did not open it.
Instead Rachel went to find Mercy and stoically confessed her
situation. My meager funds will not last long, Im afraid. The
only things I have of valuea few remembrances of my mother,
and my fathers booksI cannot sell. Nor have I any talent for
teaching, as you no doubt realize by now, though of course I am
willing to help however I can. I can sew, but Ive already caught
up on all the mending. I must find another way to contribute.
She expected Mercy to deny her poor assessment of her teaching
abilities, or insist Rachel not worry about contributing.
Instead Mercy nodded thoughtfully. You are right. There must
be something more you can do. I know I would not like to feel
as if I were not being useful. God has given us all gifts to use in
serving others, Rachel. We shall have to try harder to find yours.
How do we do that?
Pray for wisdom and direction, of course.
Um-hm... Rachel murmured noncommittally. She felt un-
comfortable asking Godasking anyonefor help.
Mercy added, Beyond that, the counsel of friends is a good
way to start.
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Why not? Ive seen the way that young man looks at you,
Mrs. Burlingame said. Hed do anything you ask, Id wager.
But I daresay his haughty mamma would not, Mrs. Klein
said. Wont hire me to tune that old pianoforte either.
Rachel could not disagree. Even if Mr. Ashford would allow it,
it would not be appropriate to take advantage of his generosity.
You could use our library at Ivy Cottage, Mercy said. Most
of the books we use regularly are kept in the schoolroom. I think
we have more ornaments than books on our library shelves. I
would have to talk to Aunt Matty first, but we rarely use our formal
drawing room and might give over at least part of that as well, if
more space were required.
Oh, Mercy, I couldnt. Its too much.
Not at all. What a boon it would be to have all those books
under our roof. What a benefit to our school. Assuming you would
let the girls borrow them.
Of course I would. You may do, as it is. I didnt realize you
would be interested.
Oh, yes. I have long admireddare I admit, covetedyour
fathers library.
Rachel raised her hands in agitation. I dont even know how
a circulating library operates.
Mrs. Klein spoke up. The one in Salisbury charges an annual
subscription rate, and then I pay an additional two pence for every
volume I borrow.
Mercy nodded. I recall a similar arrangement at the circulating
library near my parents home in London.
Ill help you cart the books over, Mrs. Burlingame offered.
Jane nodded her approval. And I could promote the library
at The Bell. Im sure frequent guests would appreciate being able
to borrow popular, diverting books to help pass the long hours
while traveling.
I dont know that my fathers books could be called either
popular or diverting. Most are academic in nature, I believe. His-
tories, biographies, works of philosophy...
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After the meeting, Jane walked with Mr. Drake back to The
Bell, where he had left his horse.
Thank you for coming today.
My pleasure, Jane. You know I am always happy to help. And
I like your friendsintelligent, well-spoken, resourceful...
I agree.
And pretty, which a woman should be, if at all possible. He
gave her a roguish grin. Though no one holds a candle to you,
of course.
Now, thats going it a bit brown.
Not in my view. At all events, I was impressed with your ideas
today. You do remember what I said at your license hearing? That
I consider you one of the keenest women of my acquaintance?
I remember.
His eyes glimmered. I also said I looked forward to a long
relationship with you. He took her arm and laced it through his
as they walked.
She sent him a sidelong glance. What you said was a mutually
profitable relationship. Not exactly romantic.
We were in front of the magistrates, after all. But we are not
now. He drew her closer to his side.
She tried to tug her hand free, but he held fast, stopping to
face her.
Jane...
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Yes, James?
Have dinner with me tonight at the Fairmont.
She hesitated, recalling his veiled offer when shed toured Fair-
mont House. She had doubted his sincerity, but either way, she
had not been ready to consider it. Jane shook her head. I will be
gone to Salisbury the better part of tomorrow, so I had better not
be absent tonight as well.
Disappointment shone on his handsome face.
She added, But you are welcome to join me in The Bell coffee
room.
And eat Mrs. Rookes cooking instead of my chefs? He ex-
haled a long-suffering sigh. A sacrifice Id make only for you,
Jane Bell.
She dug a playful shoulder into his, and he escorted her the
rest of the way home.
A short while later, Jane and James sat together at her favorite
tabletwo high-backed benches near the front windows, where
she or Patrick could see the street and any coaches coming up the
hill. The cheerful coffee room was where the staff, coachmen, and
locals generally ate, while most passengers preferred the formal
dining parlour.
Seeing Jane alone with Mr. Drake, a few of The Bell regulars
sent them interested glances, and Patrick came over to greet them.
Evening, Jane. Mr. Drake.
Mr. Bell, how are things here?
Busy. More traffic lately, thankfully.
James nodded. Probably due to hunting season and the har-
vest.
Ah. I wager youre right. Well, whatever brings business to
little Ivy Hill, well take it. Right, Jane?
Definitely.
Now Ill leave you two to enjoy your dinner.
Patrick walked away as Alwena brought them the evenings
special of roast beef and potatoes.
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Jane picked up her knife and fork. Do you know, you never fully
explained why you came here to little Ivy Hill in the first place.
Besides to tease you, do you mean? Appealing grooves dimpled
his cheeks. Actually, I thought I had explained. When I saw plans
for the turnpike, I sensed an opportunity and came looking.
And I sense there was more to it than that.
Clever girl. He cut a piece of meat.
Jane ate a bite of roast and was quiet as she chewed, and chewed,
and finally swallowed. Have you found everything you hoped for
here?
Not yet. But what I have found has captured my interest.
She raised a skeptical brow. At least for now, do you mean? I
cannot imagine Ivy Hill holding your attention for long.
He nodded. For now.
She shook her head. You are a mystery, James Drake. Can
nothing be plain and straightforward with you?
He lifted a forkful of stringy meat. Like dry roast and plain
potatoes, do you mean? Personally, I prefer a bit of complexity
to savor.
You certainly know how to dish it out.
I hope that means you find my company interesting, Jane. For
I enjoy yours a great deal. In fact, there is almost no one I would
rather see across the table from me.
Almost no one? At least you are tempering your flattery now.
I might almost believe you.
A slow smile tilted his mouth, but it did not quite reach his eyes.
The next morning, Jane rose a little earlier than usual to dress
and prepare for their trip into Salisbury. Mercy wanted to join
them, but Lord Winspear had finally agreed to a meeting to hear
her case for the charity school. She needed his support, so Jane
and Rachel would go alone.
Jane selected an old but becoming carriage dress of russet red
for the trip, and a hat with a matching ribbon.
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It is such a pleasure to help you dress now that you are out of
mourning, Mrs. Bell, Cadi said as she curled Janes brown hair.
I hope that isnt impertinent to say.
When has that ever stopped you? Jane teased the girl, who
was friend as well as maid.
Entering the inn a short while later, Jane spoke briefly with
Colin, Alwena, and Mrs. Rooke. She found herself missing Thora.
She and Talbot were still away on their wedding trip. But hope-
fully all would continue to go well during her absence. Then Jane
stopped at the desk to remind Patrick of her plans for the day.
Patrick leaned back in his chair. No problem, Jane. You go
and enjoy yourself. You have been working hard for weeks. Ill
take care of things here.
Thank you. Jane realized she believed him. Shed become
increasingly comfortable leaving the inn in Patricks hands. He
still liked to spend too much time in the taproom, hobnobbing
with guests, but overall he was proving himself a capable manager.
Can I bring you back anything? Jane asked.
He looked around. A new registry if you happen to pass the
stationers. With the increase in traffic lately, this ones nearly full.
An excellent problem to have.
Rachel stepped through the front door wearing a long mauve
redingote trimmed in black, her blond hair crowned by a match-
ing bonnet.
Seeing her, Patrick let out a low whistle. Or I could go to Salis
bury with Miss Ashford, and you could stay here. He gave Jane
an impish grin.
Jane rolled her eyes. You would find her immune to your charms,
Patrick, as she has a promising new suitor.
The young man who inherited Thornvale, while I own noth-
ing? Dont remind me. Petulance flashed across his face, then
disappeared. He stepped to the side door, opening it with gallant
address. Miss Ashford. Jane. Right this way. Your carriage arrives
in two minutes. Safe journey, ladies. I shall be here, ever vigilant,
when you return.
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I have only met him in passing, but I confess I like the young man.
She grinned. After all, he has good taste in women.
Rachel ducked her head, her cheeks reddening in embarrass-
ment or pleasure or both.
And again Jane feared Timothy had waited too long, now that
Nicholas Ashford was pursuing his pretty cousin.
Rachel remained quiet after that, looking out the coach window
at the passing Wiltshire countryside. Soon they were rattling along
Salisburys streets and through the archway into the Red Lions
courtyard. The handsome Royal Mail guard appeared again to let
down the step and help them alight.
He tipped his hat. Enjoy your day, ladies.
Thank you, Jack, Jane said. See you soon.
From there, Rachel and Jane walked down the narrow cobbled
lane to the wider High Street, with its colorful shops and medieval
gate. They turned at Catherine Street and walked until they found
Fellowss Circulating Library.
Inside, they introduced themselves to the proprietor. Mr. Fel-
lows said he would be happy to show Miss Ashford around his
establishment and advise her on setting up her own. He apparently
judged Ivy Hill too small and too distant for Rachels library to
pose any serious competition.
The short man led them into a back room filled with floor-to-
ceiling bookcases and gestured toward them with evident pride.
Our collection boasts over fifteen hundred volumes, which sub-
scribers may borrow for an annual fee. He next led them to a
separate seating area. Our reading room here is frequented both
by ladies and gentlemen, and is daily supplied with the latest Lon-
don morning and evening newspapers, as well as journals and
magazines.
He described his methods of labeling and cataloging books, as
well as record keeping, accounting, and advertising.
Goodness, Rachel breathed, again feeling overwhelmed by
it all.
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