had in months, I was full of happy hope. Cécile had gone ahead with her plan to stay on a few more days, leaving Colin and me to set off on our own the next morning, aboard an early train.
âI canât say I feel keenly the loss of Capet,â my husband said, snuggling close to me. âI do adore you on trains. Pity we donât have more privacy.â
This brought to mind delicious memories of the time weâd spent on the Orient Express en route to Constantinople. âYou do still owe me a proper honeymoon. Where shall we go? Egypt?â
âIâm thinking somewhere mundane and tedious, a place where intrigue cannot possibly find us.â
âSounds dreadful,â I said, glowing. âWonât we be beside ourselves with boredom?â
âI have a number of ways in mind to keep you occupied.â
âDo you?â I asked, scooting even closer to him. âCan we leave now? Please?â
âAs soon as Iâve sorted out what Gaudet needs from me.â
After the train arrived at the small station in Yvetot, the market town closest to his motherâs house, we directed our waiting carriage to head for the Markhamsâ château so that we might redeliver Monetâs painting to them. George beamed with pleasure when he saw us approach.
âYouâve caught us outside again. Madeline didnât want to squander weather this lovely,â he said, striding across the lawn with his wife to greet us. âWe know it canât last with those clouds on the horizon. Dare I hope Monet accepted my offer? The parcel youâre carrying fills me with hope.â
âNo haggling necessary,â Colin said, handing it to him.
âYouâre absolute geniuses,â George said. âWill you come inside and help me hang it?â
âMust we right away, George?â Madeline asked. âItâs too beautiful to be inside.â
âYou can stay out if youâd like, darling. Iâve a hankering for a decent cigar. Hargreaves, indulge with me? We can leave the ladies to whatever it is ladies do.â
âIâd be loath to turn down such an attractive offer,â Colin said. âIf, Emily, youâll forgive me for abandoning you?â
âWeâre happy to see you go,â Madeline said, her face shining. âLadies need time for gossip as much as men do, and I canât stand the smell of tobacco.â
Iâd never supported the segregation of the sexes (it seemed, in my experience, the ladies always got the short end of the interesting conversation), and the thought of a decent cigar was more than a little tempting, but I had a feeling George would balk at giving me one. Resigned, I looped my arm through hers and we set off along the gravel path. The lushness of Normandy was a delight. As green as Ireland and rich with flowers in every bright shade: blue and vibrant purple, magenta and gold, orange and white. They grew wild on the sides of roads and paths, tamed only in carefully tended gardens. The formality of the Markhamsâ grounds was a stark contrast to Monetâs, but both were stunning.
Thunder rolled far in the distance, but the sky remained bright. âI donât think weâll be driven indoors yet,â Madeline said. âDo you mind if we keep walking? I do love it here, but admit to finding myself lonely sometimes. George is all I have, especially now that my motherâs not herself, and his work keeps him busy much of the time.â
âArt?â
âAt the moment, thatâs what heâs fixated on. Collecting, primarily, at least for the moment. Heâs always finding what he thinks will be his lifeâs great passion, but it rarely lasts more than a few months, maybe a year.â
âFocus can be a difficult thing,â I said.
âI did think heâd stick with medicine. He was so happy with it for a whileâyears, not months. But that, too, lost its
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