LITMIR.BIZ

      “WASN’T IT NICE of his lordship to send us home in his carriage?” Poppy snuggled back against the tufted leather seats.

      “I’d say it’s the least he could do,” Effie said. “We are, after all, the only thing that might save his future.”

      “Not, of course, the main purpose of his uncle’s will,” Gwen pointed out.

      “Richard’s letter was very clear on that point,” Effie said. “There was no doubt in his mind that these two people potentially share a great love and belong together. I don’t see it myself but we shall take Richard’s conviction on faith. He has charged us with making certain that happens and has given us three years to accomplish it.”

      “Three years might not be enough. This is going to be harder than I thought.” Gwen frowned. “I don’t remember the last time I’ve attended a more awkward meal.”

      “But the food was excellent,” Poppy murmured.

      “Surely you didn’t think Richard could simply throw them together and all would be well?” Effie scoffed.

      “I had rather hoped that would be the case,” Poppy said. “As his late lordship did think they were fated to be together it seems to me, fate really should lend a helping hand.”

      “One cannot count on fate,” Gwen said. “Fate however, can count on us.”

      “No one said this would be easy.” Effie drew her brows together. “I agree that the evening was awkward and there was a palpable sense of tension in the air.”

      Gwen nodded. “A great deal was left unsaid at that table.”

      “At least they’re not at each other’s throats,” Poppy pointed out.

      “That’s something, I suppose.” Gwen sighed.

      “Actually, I don’t think it is.” Effie considered the evening. There was something missing... “There was no particular, oh, I don’t know, spark between them. There were moments of course but all in all, he was pleasant and she was polite. At least if they were arguing, if their blood was at a boil, that would indicate some sort of, well, passion.”

      “Passion?” Poppy’s voice rose. “What on earth are you thinking?”

      “She’s thinking’s there’s a fine line between the passion of anger and passion of another sort.” Gwen grinned. “I must say that’s brilliant.”

      “There is nothing more satisfying than scratching a persistent itch.” Effie smirked.

      “I don’t understand.” Poppy shook her head. “We’re going to make them itch?”

      “In a manner of speaking,” Gwen said. “From tonight’s observation, I suspect James is more amenable to reconciliation than Violet. While they both seem quite stubborn, it would appear Violet is extremely wary, as well. Perhaps our next step should be to determine how they really feel about each other.”

      Effie nodded. “The more information we have, the quicker we can move this along. We would hate for them to fall into the habit of merely existing together. No, we need to strike while the iron is hot.”

      “One does prefer to avoid being mercenary,” Poppy said slowly, “but the longer this takes, the more Effie will be paid.”

      “That is a consideration,” Gwen added. “We do need the money.”

      “Richard’s money is nothing more than a momentary respite.” Effie forced a note of confidence even she didn’t believe. “It simply gives us a bit of room to come up with a way to salvage our sagging finances. Nonetheless, financial considerations will not influence our efforts. And I will not have a dead man’s final wish hanging over my head for the next three years. Richard believed James and Violet belong together. And together they shall be.” Effie set her chin stubbornly. “Whether they like it or not.”