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This is a regency-punk? work set in 1809. It combines steam, ciphers, codebreaking, and espionage, with a chase and sweet romance. Still working on a title. I've just crossed the 50K barrier, so it's approaching the intensive edit stage.
In any case I'd love to hear what you think.
Lady Caterham's
Difficult Daughter.
“Amanda Jane Elizabeth Grace, what have you done
to yourself?” Lady Caterham wailed at her daughter. “You're
covered in grease, and we must leave for the assembly in an hour.”
Amanda stood in the doorway of Lady Caterham's room, awaiting
instructions from her mother. Lady Caterham sat at her dressing table
while she gave instructions to her daughter. Lady Caterham's maid
was waiting to put the finishing touches on her mistresses' gown and
hair while Lady Caterham dressed down her slovenly daughter.
“I was just repacking the bearings. We don't
want the wheels to fall off our carriage, do we? The roller bearings
Sam and I put together turn so much easier than the old wooden axle,
and I think you'll like the way we've sprung the box. It-.”
“And that's another thing young lady. Playing
around with machines. Why, look at those hands. Even if Mary can
clean the grime from under your nails, what man would look twice at
you with those hands?”
“There's more to life than men, mother.”
“No there isn't, at least not for a young lady
of refinement like yourself. Do you want to die an old maid, alone
and forgotten?”
“No, not as such. It's just. Well. Oh dash it
Mother, the man for me won't be upset with a little grease and the
odd broken nail.”
“One more thing young lady, watch your language.
Where did you ever pick up such an expression? Keeping company with
that blacksmith?”
“Oh no Mother. Sam is very polite. At least when
I'm present. Ask Mary about him if you want confirmation. It's Freddy
and his friends, when they come in from the hunt, who use such
expressions. I thought.”
Lady Caterham spat out, “You don't think. That's
the problem.”
“I do. If my brother can say it, and far worse,
then it's suitable language.”
“Suitable for a man that is. Now go, get cleaned
up. We must not be too late for the assembly. Not if you want a
dance.”
“Yes, Mother.”
Lady Caterham ignored the tone of that last remark
and watched as her eldest daughter, a striking, tall, auburn-haired
young woman walked off to change into the dress of a refined and
cultured young lady.
“My Lady,” Millicent, her maid, pointed out,
“Miss Amanda will have no trouble attracting male attention. She's
a fine looking young woman. As you were at her age.”
“That's true, but she'd look so much better
without that black grease streak covering her forehead and staining
her hair, or that house-dress. It's just so torn and patched, stained
with who knows what, and covered in grease. How can she stand to wear
it?”
“I don't know Ma'am, but she'll be presentable,
even elegant. Mary will see to it.”
“I'm sure she will, but I so wish Amanda would
focus on the important things in life. Like marriage, men and
children. Get her head out of the clouds.”
“Or the steam, Ma'am. I've heard that the 20th
regiment is stationed nearby. There should be plenty of fine young
men, officers in their red-coats. That should catch her eye and turn
her thoughts in the right direction.”
Lady Caterham thought for a few moments and then
replied, “I hope so. Although last time, she ended up talking all
night to an engineering officer from the artillery. A nobody, who was
a captain just because he'd been to school at the Royal Military
Academy in Woolwich and knew how to move guns and build
fortifications. It would have been better to leave her home. What's
the point of going to the assemblies if you don't flirt with eligible
men?”
Much to Lady Caterham's relief, and fully
justifying the expense of hiring her, Mary turned Amanda out dressed
in the proper mode of a young lady. The grease was gone from her face
and her auburn hair was immaculate, as were her muslins. She wore a
simple string of pearls, suitable for a young woman venturing into
the wilds of society. While no amount of cleaning could restore her
hands and nails to the pristine state that was so important in a
fashionable young woman, she would be wearing gloves. They would hide
most of the damage. One did not hold hands without something between
you and the young man.
Amanda did nothing that spoiled Lady Caterham's
trip. While she may have cast an eye over the bearings, axles and
springs, she didn't stop to play with them. Indeed, without the
squeaks, the jarring and the shaking normal in a carriage, Lady
Caterham arrived at the assembly in a remarkably refreshed state.
When they arrived at the assembly, one of the officers, a captain,
swept Amanda away. He led her onto the dance floor for the first
country dance of the evening. All in all, it made for an outstanding
start to the evening.
The vicar's wife, Mrs. Peabody, addressed Lady
Caterham, while she and the other mothers watched their daughters
perform the figures on the floor. “Lady Caterham, I know you suffer
in the carriage rides and I was planning to offer to chaperone your
daughter, but it looks like you're well. Did you find a cure for the
travel sickness? I only ask because I suffer too.”
Despite her misgivings about Amanda's mechanical
interests, Lady Caterham's bosom swelled with pride as she said, “It
was Amanda's doing. She redid the springs and the axles on our
carriage. It was such a smooth and quiet ride that I barely noticed
we were moving.”
“She did? I must say, she is a clever girl.”
“And see, she's dancing with.” Lady Caterham
stopped, “Who is that?”
“Oh, that's Captain Williams' cousin. He's
studying divinity, at Oxford.”
“A suitable connection?”
“Absolutely, quite nearly related to the
Fairfax's. They say he will inherit a sizable income. With his family
connections, he's bound to become a bishop.”
Lady Caterham smiled at Mrs. Peabody. “In other
words, a connection to be encouraged. I do so hope Amanda will find
something other than machines to tinker with.”
“I agree, a husband and children will soon put
her head straight. Settle her down.”
Their happy optimism about Amanda's prospects
would have been tempered had they been able to hear her conversation
with the young man. While good looking with blue eyes, dark hair and
a firm visage, able to dance the figures with a natural athletic
grace, polite, educated and well mannered, he was also a serious
disappointment.
“Mr. Williams, you're studying divinity?”
“A suitable study for a gentleman, honorable and
in the service of both man and God.”
“If you say so, but with a chance to meet Dalton
or Henry or Davy or,” and here Amanda gave a frisson of excitement,
“Even Faraday. You have the chance to study natural philosophy with
such masters, and you choose divinity.”
“What's wrong with divinity?”
“Nothing, except.”
“Except what?”
“It's so commonplace. I'd cut off my right arm
to study with any one of those men and you're just wasting the
opportunity.”
Mr. Williams was nonplussed. Unable to think of
anything witty, eventually he replied, “Please don't do that. You
have a pretty, indeed beautiful right arm. It wouldn't look right,
replaced with a hook.”
Amanda smiled back and laughed as she said, “I
didn't mean it literally, but I'd kill someone for the chance you
have and are throwing away.”
“Please don't do that either. I suppose I could
try law.”
Amanda's grimace suggested that option was, if
anything, even less appealing than divinity.
“In my defense, none of the masters you
mentioned are fellows at Oxford.”
“Still, there must be someone.”
Despite her misgivings about divinity students,
Amanda couldn't help feeling disappointed when the dance drew to a
close and it was time for the supper break. Mr. Williams bowed and
returned to his cousin's company, while she found her mother.
Lady Caterham's interests and hopes were peaked,
and she asked, “So, Amanda, what did you think of him? He has real
prospects.”
“About Mr. Williams?”
“Who else?”
“He seems a nice enough man. Although I wish he
were doing something with his education. Something worthwhile.”
“Damning me with faint praise?” It was Mr.
Williams. He had walked up behind them and was carrying two cups of
punch. “Miss Caterham, I thought you could use this, after your
exertions on the dance floor, and with the crush.”
Amanda blushed at his attention, then curtsied,
accepted the punch from him and said “Thank you. I didn't mean to
disparage you.” Her mother beamed at Mr. Williams, but fortunately
showed her good sense and stayed silent.
He replied, “You didn't say anything that you
hadn't told me to my face. It is true, divinity is dull work, but I
never had much aptitude for natural philosophy.”
Lady Caterham loudly whispered, cautioning her
daughter, “Amanda, behave. Watch that tongue of yours.” Mr.
Williams did not fail to notice Amanda rolling her eyes at the
admonishment, nor that she kept smiling at him.
He added, “It may be a liberty, but could I ask
for a third dance? That is if you are free.”
“She accepts,” Lady Caterham injected.
“Mother, please. That is so fast, to dance three
dances with the same man. What about my reputation?”
“What harm can there be when the man is so
obviously moral. When do you take orders, Mr. Williams?”
“Early next year, when I finish my studies at
Oxford. Miss Caterham, if you would rather not dance with me, I'd be
disappointed but willing to release my claim.”
“No, no, I didn't mean that. Yes, I'd love to
dance with you again. Please. Even two more times.”
“Twice more is excessive,” Lady Caterham
added.
When the next dance started, another country dance
that would let the participants converse between the figures, Mr.
Williams asked, “So Amanda, why are you so interested in natural
philosophy?”
Amanda blushed, “Not philosophy, engines, power,
steam. Ever since I saw Trevithick's engine in London, I've wanted to
build one of my own.”
“Indeed? Tell me about it. Have you made much
progress?”
“Well, I don't have any engines, right now. Sam
and I are building another one. It will be a corker.”
“Sam?”
“Mr. Perkins, my maid's husband, a blacksmith.”
“So not a rival.”
Amanda laughed, “Good Lord, no.”
“Good. So if you don't have an engine, what else
are you interested in?”
Amanda paused until the next chance to talk, and
then replied, “Bearings, bearings and springs.”
“Bearings?”
“I want to go fast, very fast, so quickly that
the axles would smoke and the wheels fall off with a regular
carriage. Sam and I can build the engine and the gears, but need a
carriage that will handle the power.”
“I suppose your family approves?”
“What they don't know won't hurt them.”
“If you say so, Miss Caterham, but I've found
keeping secrets leads one into sticky situations.”
“What do you know of secrets? Studying for the
clergy, I'd assume you lived a tame life.”
Mr. Williams stopped, stunned that she would shoot
so near the mark, interrupting the dance figure for a few seconds.
“More than I can tell you.” Then he quickly resumed the dance.
Amanda was piqued, “So you have a secret, or are
you just offering me a nut to crack open as a puzzle?”
“I hope you'll find the meat at the heart of
this nut to your liking.”
“Are you trying to flirt with me?”
“Yes. Trying, not succeeding.”
“If you're like most men I've met it's just a
conker, hard on the outside, bitter and inedible on the inside. What
brings you to the wilds of Sodbury?'
“That I can answer directly. I'm on a repairing
lease. Been burning the candle at both ends too long at the
'varsity.”
“Daily Compline and Evensong too much for you?”
“One might say that.”
“From what my brother Frederick says, it's
probably the all-night drinking and parties on the Cherwell.”
Mr. Williams smiled at her, which she took for
confirmation. Then he added, “It's the all-nighter's in any case. I
was told to rest, and leave off it until I recovered.”
“Have you recovered?”
“I've made great strides. Dancing with beautiful
women helps immensely.”
The music ended. Mr. Williams and Amanda bowed to
each other. Good manners dictated that she dance with other partners.
For some reason the officers who were available and willing seemed
curiously flat. Good dancers, elegantly mannered, but deficient in
conversation.
The evening ended well, at least the dancing did.
Partway back to Caterham hall, when the carriage went over a steep
bump, there was snap. It was followed by a gentle hiss and the box
leaned to the right.
Lady Caterham was startled, “What was that?”
“One of the seals broke. Blast.”
“Amanda! What did I tell you about your
language.”
“I'm sorry. It's just Sam and I put such a lot
of effort into building the springs. To have one fail so quickly.
It's highly annoying.”
'”I just wish, Amanda, that you would pay
attention to the important things in life, marriage and men.”
“Mother.”
