Agatha, looking miserable, nodded.
“Nicely done.” Sophronia was impressed. “Are you set up to become his drone once you finish?”
Agatha shrugged. “He doesn’t take females, as a rule. Although he once offered for you in a carriage about town.” By which statement she proved she was telling the truth. Sophronia had told the others Lord Akeldama was courting her for indenture, but she had never detailed that private drive when the vampire first suggested he make her his drone.
Agatha continued her explanation. “But you’re pretty. Plus, you’d stay in the field for work and in the background the rest of the time.”
Sophronia opened her mouth to protest, as modesty demanded, but Agatha forged on, now looking more fierce than miserable. “I’m better at being invisible and dowdy. Being the wallflower. No, don’t try to make me feel better. I know what I’m good at. But I also know I’m an object of pity. That’s useful, too, but doesn’t make a girl feel all that nice most of the time. He saw through it, you know? From the very first time we met. I was only ten. But he won’t take me for a drone and he won’t put me in the field where my talents aren’t up to Sophronia’s standards.”
“So what are you getting out of this arrangement?”
“Enough money to set up my own household, if I want.” Agatha was purposefully not looking at Pillover.
“No!” Dimity gasped. An unmarried woman setting up house was the mark of a mistress.
Agatha looked at Sophronia, but she was talking to Pillover. “I would be an independent woman of means. I could love as I willed without consulting my family. He even promised me an allowance, if I continued to pass on information.”
Pillover looked at his feet.
As riveting as this all was, Sophronia finally recovered from her shock enough to bring them back to the point. They hadn’t time to process Agatha’s revelation further now. The string of students was ambling away, and Sophronia had a ship to save.
“So you can get a message to Lord Akeldama, and he’ll alert the dewan.”
Agatha nodded.
“You’d do that for me?”
Agatha nodded again.
“And Dimity, you’ll check on Soap?”
Dimity nodded, although she was still staring at Agatha, eyes wide.
Pillover seemed genuinely afraid. “You aren’t going to give me an assignment, are you, Sophronia?”
“I wouldn’t insult your personality.”
“Aw, Sophronia, you care.” Pillover looked almost happy.
Sophronia nodded. “I’ll follow when I can. If you haven’t heard from me by morning, send help or come back yourselves?”
They didn’t discuss what or how, but the two girls nodded.
“Good luck,” said Sophronia.
Dimity rushed over and hugged her hard. It was most unladylike. Bumbersnoot was crushed between them, the side of his carapace digging into Sophronia’s hip bone.
It was wonderful.
“I trust you, Dimity.” For Sophronia, this was as near as she got to an admission of affection.
Dimity sniffled. “Don’t do anything too drastic, please?”
Then Dimity let her go and trotted after the other students, back set against Agatha.
Sophronia looked at Agatha. She felt a change in the order of things, a new respect between them. “She’ll come around.”
“But you aren’t angry with me?”
Pillover, perturbed by the prospect of sentimentality, made a hasty bow and drifted after his sister.
Sophronia examined her feelings. She hated talking about them, but she intended to hit Agatha with the honesty that Agatha hadn’t afford her. “I feel betrayed, but I would have done the same thing, in your position.”
Agatha paled but took it like the intelligencer she was. “That’s fair.”
“You really will send to London for help? I can trust you in this at least?”
Agatha was in grave earnest. “Absolutely.” Perhaps she would be a good match for Pillover. If they married, they’d have a wedding as near to a wake as might be. For some reason this thought cheered Sophronia.
“Take care of them?” Sophronia’s hand gesture took in not only Dimity and Pillover but also Vieve and Soap in town.
Agatha smiled and turned to catch up to the others.
Pillover paused to offer her his arm.
They followed Dimity into the night.
Sophronia returned to the school in a roundabout way. If she were the infiltrating Picklemen, she’d have guards posted at the wreck. Taking into consideration that fact, plus their previous interest in the pilot’s bubble, she angled to come around the stern of the airship.