A LADY NAMED ROSE
Chapter Seven

 

"What's the matter?"

Rose blinked and looked down to find little Josephine tugging at her dress and staring into her face with concern. With the exception of the dark brown curls tumbling wildly down her back, she didn't resemble Cora Cartmell in the least. It was just another flight of fancy--like Trudy telling her she was dead, and Jack bringing Cal's topcoat to her in the hospital. Frightfully real, yet utterly impossible. Perhaps Dr. Freud had an explanation in his writings.

She noticed Bridie and Victoria watching her closely, and rushed to provide an explanation of her own. "I'm sorry, I-I felt a little lightheaded. I'm afraid I skipped breakfast this morning," she confessed. Actually, she'd been too nervous.

"Really? Well, you must eat." Victoria turned to Bridie, Josephine temporarily forgotten. "Find Arnolde and see if there's any flapjacks left from this morning."

Bridie looked terribly put-upon as she lifted the tray of spilled coffee and chipped cups, but she didn't say a word. Rose moved to assist her, and Victoria promptly stopped her.

"Bridie will show you everything you need to know later. Right now, I'd like for you to meet my husband."

Rose turned to find a rather large, handsome but imposing dark-haired man in a three-piece pinstripe suit standing at the foot of the stairs. How he'd managed to sneak up on them Rose could not fathom.

"What was that racket I heard?" he asked, adjusting his necktie in the full-length mirror. "Sounded like someone crashing plates on the floor."

"Something like that." Victoria glanced in the direction of the study, but Josephine had gone back into hiding. "William, darling, I want you to meet Rose Dawson. She'll be replacing Jenny."

William nodded distractedly at Rose. "Very good. We can use your help. Now where is Randolph? I don't want to be late for that board meeting."

He continued to fuss with his tie. Victoria glided over, moved his hands and adjusted the knot herself. "They can wait," she said, her voice taking on a seductive tone. "After all, you are the chairman."

He smiled and leaned forward to kiss her. Rose blushed and turned her head at the display of affection, and felt insistent tugging at her dress. Josephine was grinning up at her.

"Wanna see my dollhouse?" she whispered.

* * * * *

Once her husband had left for the train station, Victoria made Rose eat. Arnolde, the cook, had whipped up a fresh stack of his delicious hot cakes, and served them to Rose and Bridie at the kitchen table. Rose, jittery nerves forgotten, had to restrain herself from attacking her plate.

"Arnolde is from New Orleans," Victoria told Rose later. "He's Cajun. He was the head chef at a French restaurant where we used to eat until my husband lured him away. The restaurant owner was fuming!"

While Rose was eating, Evelyn, the nanny, returned from walking two of the older Scott children to school. (William, III, the eldest, was at preparatory school in New York.) She was an older, proper woman, and she looked exhausted, although she tried to hide it. She excused herself immediately after her introduction to search for Josephine.

The minute Rose finished eating, Victoria insisted upon taking her on a whirlwind tour of the Scott house. William had had the thirty-odd-room mansion built four years earlier after the couple had attended a soirée at the home of friends who lived nearby. The city was beginning to feel crowded, and the children needed fresh air, Victoria explained.

In addition to the kitchen and a dining area with a table long enough to seat ten, the ground floor boasted a sunroom and a great room with a grand piano, where the family hosted parties, music recitals and other functions. The maze of rooms upstairs included five bedrooms and a nursery for the anticipated new addition to the family. The master bedroom had its own luxurious bath that was half as large as the bedroom itself.

There was a tennis court on the grounds, and they eventually hoped to add a swimming pool and stables, Victoria confided.

Rose tried to behave as if she were impressed at the size of the house and its lavish trappings; however, her own house in Philadelphia had about the same number of rooms, and twice the number of servants--for a family of three! All the Scotts had were Bridie, the head housekeeper and lady's maid to Victoria; Randolph, the chauffeur who doubled as a valet for William; Arnolde; and Evelyn, who shared in the housecleaning duties. No wonder Rose had never made their acquaintance or even heard of them, and no wonder Victoria was being so friendly. They were obviously what Ruth, Rose's mother, had derisively called "new money."

Victoria had just finished showing Rose the children's playroom in the basement when she remembered something vital. She took Rose back to the second floor and unlocked a door they had bypassed earlier. A steep flight of stairs led to an attic room. The hardwood floor had been swept clean and a set of crisply folded linens sat on an unmade bed underneath an arched window. There was a dresser and night table, as well.

"Well, how do you like it?" Victoria asked.

"It's very cozy," Rose said politely. "Who sleeps here?"

"Why...you will be. Unless you've decided to turn down the position."

She hadn't given Rose the opportunity to decline, but Rose had no objections. "Ah...of course, I'll take the job," she stammered. "But I didn't know that these...accommodations were included."

"Well, Bridie told me you were in need of lodging. And we like at least some of our staff to live in, although only Arnolde does now. His quarters are in our guest cottage."

"You can stay in the city on your days off," Victoria added.

So that was why Bridie wanted her to work for the Scotts! Rose marveled at how quickly Bridie was able to set her plan to remove her houseguest into motion.

"I just wish Bridie lived nearby, like Evelyn and Randolph do," Victoria sighed. "But I refuse to replace her. She's been with us the longest, and she's very loyal. Not to mention resourceful. Look how quickly she found you." She beamed.

"Rose, I have a good feeling about you. I hope you will like it here."

I hope so, too, Rose thought.

Chapter Eight
Stories