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Conclusions? He stood back from her as she took hold of his jacket and twisted it. All I know is what I heard, and nothing could justify what you said, nothing.

But Emily, I love you, I have always loved you. I want to be with you.

Well you have a strange way of showing it. I hear you have turned into a womanizer. I believe there isn't a single woman in London who you haven't taken to your bed.

He was shocked at her accusation. That is not true. I have seen some young ladies, but only to help me over the distress of losing you. And it didn't work, I will never get over you.

It's too late, Edward, she said. Emily wanted to cry, his impassioned pleas had made the river of desire within her flow again, and she yearned to feel him inside her. But she could never trust him again, and her life with Christopher would be much calmer and less fraught.

Do you deny me because you are with someone?

Partly.

The man you were dancing with is not worthy of you. Emily, you are intelligent and a free spirit. You have the most amazing sense of humor and you are compassionate. He won't make you happy, he will stifle you in a swamp of domesticity. He's a gray banker, they are all the same.

Helen must have told him who Christopher was. I will soon be his wife. Goodbye, Edward. Don't go, kiss him, pull him to you and kiss him, a voice said to her. But her body turned away and took her into the crowd.





Christopher was at the bank, and his mother had gone out to a women's luncheon. Around twelve o'clock there was a loud bang at the door. Emily sat and waited for Rodgers the butler to answer it, but when the person knocked again, she remembered it was his day off, and apart from cook she was alone in the house. She put her sampler down on the sofa and went to the door.

She recognized the man standing in front of her. It was the man with the big nose and exaggerated sideburns that she'd seen at the Duke of Marlborough's ball a year ago. He was the man Edward had first spoken to before he'd spoken so badly of her.

Miss Emily Lucas? he asked. She nodded. Splendid. I'm afraid the man I'm with is a very slow walker, he said as he pointed down the street.

Father, father, oh father, she said as she bolted out of the door and down the street. He was frail, and she almost knocked him over in her enthusiasm.

Emily. Oh, it's so good to see you, He put his arm around her, and she helped him up the garden step and into the house. She shouted to the cook to bring some tea and sat her father in the most comfortable chair in the drawing room.

I cannot believe it's you, father. His eyes were less swollen than the last time she had seen him, and his lips had recovered but he had lost more weight, and he looked like a bag of bones.

How did you manage to get out of that terrible place? she asked.

May I introduce myself, the other man said. I am the Bishop of Denningsborough. Do you know a man called Edward Dirksen?

Yes, I do, Emily said.

Well if it weren't for Mr. Dirksen, your father would still be in that horrible place.

I don't understand, Emily said, looking at her father and then the Bishop.

Mr. Dirksen is a very active member of a group in the church that looks after the needy.

Yes, I know, he mentioned some church group he was involved with.

Well, via that organization, Mr. Dirksen has campaigned tirelessly for your father's release.

Are you alright? her father asked, as Emily's complexion turned white.

In the prison with your father was a vicar by the name of Peter Wright. He too got into trouble financially, and they ended up in the same cell. The Bishop stopped speaking when the cook arrived with the tea. She placed a cup and saucer in front of each of them and the tea pot close to Emily. I visited Reverend Wright very often, the Bishop continued, and in the process got to know your father. It came to my attention via the church organization that Mr. Dirsken was trying to secure your father's release. I met Mr. Dirksen on two occasions. We talked about the best way to go about getting your father and Revered Wright freed.

Emily was struggling to keep up with developments. Edward had done all this, and he'd never told her, even when they'd spoken at the last ball. Why hadn't he said something?

During one of my visits, Reverend Wright told me your father had been badly beaten by some men who came to the prison. The same men who had stolen all your father's money, his former accountants.

Emily looked at her father who nodded.

Unfortunately, these men also threatened your life, Emily.

What? Emily gasped. She was about to pour the tea but stopped as her hands began to tremble.

They told your father that if he talked to the police about them, they would harm you. The Bishop stroked his sideburns and fiddled with a large ring on his little finger. Those same men turned up at the Duke of Marlborough's ball last year. Luckily I was able to warn Mr. Dirksen, and he threw them off your track by telling them that you weren't Emily Lucas.