pleased to be disturbed. I might otherwise be forced into looking for a position.â
âI see,â he said, though he didnât look as though he did. âIf you need further assistance in the matter, then perhaps you will permit me to join you for breakfast.â
âBut the table is laid for you.â
âThatâs because Beth is a gem, even though she is constantly grumbling about not being a downstairs maid or a housekeeper . I was going to visit the stationer in Cornhill, but it can wait. Besides, it is raining.â He sat down opposite her, his very blue eyes hardly leaving her face. âMight I enquire what profession will be so fortunate?â
Rhia sighed. âI am to be a governess.â
Laurence chuckled as he poured her coffee from the samovar . âSurely it will not be so awful?â
âNo, it probably wonât.â She buttered another roll, feeling self-conscious. She searched for something else to say. âMrsBlake says that you make photogenic portraits. That sounds far more exciting.â
âOh it is, and Iâm a fortunate fellow to have made a career of something so jolly agreeable.â
âIs your studio close by?â
âIâm using one of Antoniaâs rooms for now.â
âThen you are making portraits in this house!â
âWhy yes.â He looked pleased by her enthusiasm. âI am recently arrived in the capital from Bristol, you see, though I used to visit regularly. In fact, it was your uncle who urged me to come to London when Josiah ⦠died.â His lips twitched for a moment and he lowered his eyes, but he recovered his humour quickly. âAntonia is quite a devotee of photogenic drawing. Now tell me, Miss Mahoney â Rhia â how does London seem to you?â
How did London seem? She considered this. If London were a cloth â¦
âLike devoré, I think.â Was this being too clever? Did Laurence, too, think this unattractive in a woman?
âDevoré?â
âA cloth whose pile isââ
âAh, I do know what devoré is, but only because the weaves that allow light to filter through make extremely good subjects. Antonia likes experimenting with lace, for example; it is very photogenic , as we say.â
âThen Mrs Blake also makes photogenic drawings?
âIndeed. But tell me why London is like devoré.â
âIt is as rich as velvet, but in parts the bare cloth is exposed.â
âPoetic.â Now he was looking at her as though she were some specimen beneath a glass.
âCan you really make photogenic drawings of cloth?â she asked.
âWould like to see one?â
âOh yes!â
âThen you shall, as soon as I return from the stationer.â
Laurence drank his coffee in a gulp, bowed flamboyantly and was gone.
Rhia coiled a strand of hair around her finger thoughtfully. It felt coarse and reminded her that she had still not bathed. She went looking for the kitchen.
Beth seemed proud to inform her that there was a âbath roomâ, and led her to the back of the house. It was a recent addition at Cloak Lane, the maid explained. The piped water came into Mrs Blakeâs basement and it was carried upstairs and heated in coppers, then transferred to the porcelain bath. No wonder Beth wanted Mrs Blake to employ a downstairs maid.
The bath was of such a dimension that a small body could easily recline, and the room was warmed by a rotund iron stove in the corner. A brass rail was fixed to the green-tiled wall near the stove and draped with a white linen bath sheet.
Inside it, Rhia sat with her knees to her chest. It felt strange being in a room that contained only a bath. She felt acutely aware of her naked, honey-coloured limbs. Did she feel this way because of Laurence Blake? He had looked at her as though she was something unfamiliar. He thought her uncultivated. He would marry a pale English girl with a demure
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