Chapter 25
“They’re going to write a book?” Mairi asked. “And you’re going to publish it?”
“No,” Macrath said, grinning. “You’re going to publish it.”
Her eyes widened. “When am I going to have time to do that?”
“Make time,” he said.
“I’ve plans of my own, Macrath.” She’d been thinking about it over the last week.
She hadn’t taken advantage of being in Scotland’s capital by reporting on the political news of the day. Nor had she tried to convince readers of her own opinions and beliefs.
What if she did?
What if, instead of erring on the side of caution, and hoping to entice a broad group of subscribers, she narrowed the focus of the paper? What if the Edinburgh Gazette became the Edinburgh Women’s Gazette? What if she used the paper to promote women’s causes?
When she told Macrath her idea, he smiled broadly.
“Make it yours, Mairi. If you want to convince other people to your way of thinking, do so. If they’re good ideas, people will side with you.”
“Or they could cancel their subscriptions and the paper would be in financial ruin.”
He smiled. “Not quite that,” he said. “Not as long as people want to buy ice.”
“I can’t take money from you, Macrath.”
“I don’t see why not. You can consider me your financial backer. I am a contributor to women’s causes.”
She narrowed her eyes and looked at him. “You’ve never been interested in such things before,” she said.
“I’ve never been married to an intelligent woman before,” he said. “One who is going to have another child. I might well have a daughter. I want her to be treated with fairness and justice. You earned your place in the world, Mairi. Let me help you the rest of the way.”
When had he become so aware of the world? Macrath normally fixated on his inventions to the exclusion of everything else. She had to find Virginia and thank her with a hug.
“Only if I need help,” she said. “Only then.”
“You’ll need the money right away for the publishing company,” he said, stubborn as always. “I think you’ll make a success of your new venture, Mairi. Just make sure to protect yourself as well.”
She wasn’t sure if he meant the attack on her or guarding her heart. Either way, she nodded, kissed him and Virginia good-bye and entered the carriage, sitting beside Ellice.
The fact that Enid agreed to let Ellice travel to Edinburgh surprised Mairi. Especially since the girl was going to be in her company the whole time.
When she said as much to her brother, he smiled. “Enid has a cause. Her book.”
They said good-bye to Drumvagen, heading toward Edinburgh with a three tiered mission: the first, to educate Ellice about the capital of Scotland and the charm of Edinburgh. The girl would fall in love with the city, Mairi was sure. Secondly, to make monumental changes to the Edinburgh Gazette, and thirdly—a goal only an hour old—to publish books.
The idea excited her even though she didn’t know anything about it. Surely, though, printing a book and printing a newspaper couldn’t be all that different? Perhaps Allan knew something about the press required.
At the thought of her pressman, she sighed. She had to repair her relationship with Fenella.
While she was at it, she needed to solve the mystery of the letters.
She had a great deal to do, and all her tasks would keep her mind occupied. She wouldn’t have to deal with thoughts of Logan.
Ellice fidgeted with her cuffs, stared down at her polished shoes, traced each button from her waist to her neck. Today she was dressed in dark brown, with white cuffs and collar. White piping edged her hem and down the placket of her bodice. Her bonnet was brown with matching flowers.
The color suited her, a dark backdrop for her perfect skin and brown eyes.
Mairi was wearing a dark blue dress, one of the serviceable dresses in her wardrobe. Her bonnet was somewhere, perhaps in her valise. Or she had probably left it at Drumvagen.
Fenella was the only one who fussed at her for not wearing a bonnet, although Logan had questioned her twice now. Of course, any woman of his acquaintance must be properly attired at all times.
Perhaps she should start wearing more colorful clothes. In the past, she hadn’t been concerned about her wardrobe. However, now she wanted to leave an impression, and not one of a drab spinster.
When had she started thinking she was doomed to remain unmarried? Had Calvin done that to her? Or had her own uncertainties after he’d spurned her caused her to reject the notion? Granted, her duties of reporting and being editor of the Gazette occupied her time, but there was more to life than work, even if that work had purpose. Hadn’t Macrath proven that a man could have love, a family, and an empire?
If a man could have it, why not a woman?
Fenella was right.
“Thank you,” Ellice suddenly said. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate your taking me to Edinburgh. I shall be the very best house guest. Anything you want done, I’ll do.”
She reached over and patted the girl’s hand. “You don’t have to do anything, Ellice.”
“But I do, don’t you see? I was dying at Drumvagen. It’s a lovely house, and quite a wonderful place. But no one wanted to talk to me. Virginia was always busy either with Alistair or Macrath. Mother was occupied with her feud with Brianag, and all the maids were quite nice girls, but they were always worrying about talking too much.”
Ellice rolled her eyes. “I’ve been known to go out and talk to the sheep. Or the horses or any animal that would stand still long enough to listen to me. But even they seem to have better things on their minds.”
Mairi had never considered how Drumvagen might be isolating to the young girl. Even though Ellice was the sister of a deceased earl and the daughter of a dowager countess, she was doomed to remain in the Scottish countryside.
Edinburgh would look like paradise in comparison.
“I don’t know much about dances and balls and such,” she said. “But I’m sure there are some entertainments that would interest you.”
Ellice’s eyes widened. “Please tell me you’re not hinting that I should marry. I haven’t any wish to be married, at least not right away. It seems like I haven’t had any time at all just to be myself.”
Since she’d often felt the same, she didn’t try to convince Ellice otherwise.
But marriage didn’t seem such a terrible fate anymore, and wasn’t that a strange thought to have? Were her feelings connected to Logan Harrison by any chance?
What would’ve happened if she’d never written the broadside about the Lord Provost? She and Fenella would’ve gone back home, and she would probably have fussed and fumed for a while. Would she have involved herself in the SLNA? If she had, and the same circumstances had occurred, who would’ve come to her aid? Not Logan. Perhaps no one would have, and the outcome would have been more dire.
If she’d never written about him, would she still have spent the night in his arms?
The scenery sped by as she contemplated the question and another one even more troubling: what if he married the Drummond girl?
How would she bear it?
“ . . . don’t want you to regret taking me to Edinburgh,” Ellice was saying.
She came back to herself, smiled at the girl, and said, “I could never regret that.”
Macrath had been very clever by allowing Ellice to come with her to Edinburgh. By doing so, he ensured that her own behavior was impeccable. She had to be a good example, which meant no more nights away from home.
Surely that wasn’t a twinge of disappointment she felt?
She thought about all the things she could show Ellice. She would begin with telling her a little bit about Edinburgh’s history, how the city was built on volcanic rock. The girl would see Edinburgh Castle first, of course, everyone did. She’d design a path, one that Fenella could explore with her, James accompanying them and acting as chaperone. They’d start at the castle, head down Castle Hill, past the water tank that looked like a fortress, and left to the Camera Obscura erected in 1853.
Yes, she could keep all three of them busy with an itinerary of sites to visit, which would give her enough time to work on her new idea for the Gazette.
“Let me tell you about the household,” she said. “You’ve met James, of course. Our driver. And Fenella, but you know her, of course.”
Ellice nodded.
“Then there is Robert. He’s our second cousin, and he came to stay with us when Macrath purchased Drumvagen. My brother wanted a chaperone for Fenella and me. Robert also does the books for the Sinclair Printing Company,” she said. He also lectured her incessantly about her expenses, but she didn’t make that comment. There was no need for Ellice to know that she and Robert were forever at loggerheads.
To her surprise, Ellice asked, “Will we be seeing the Lord Provost again?”
The question brought her up short.
Had Logan made another conquest? Evidently so, from Ellice’s blush. Did she need to warn the girl about him?
Don’t look at him as if he were a Highlander of old, armed with a broadsword, standing with arms folded, legs braced, a stern look on his face. Whenever you do, don’t let your heart be engaged, because such a man will only hurt you. He’ll talk to you about heiresses and women who are proper to be considered as his wife. He will ask you what you want in life, and then give you a set of criteria for his, none of which you could possibly match.
As if she even wanted to be a wifely candidate of his.
She had to stop thinking about the man.
“No,” she said. “We won’t be seeing him again.”
Ellice sighed. “What a shame. He’s so attractive.”
Especially in a kilt, but that was another comment she’d not make aloud.
The longer they traveled, the worse the weather. The sleet had claws, hitting the carriage windows, screeching against the panes.
She sat back against the seat, impatient to be home.
One of her first duties was to make peace with Fenella. Life was much more difficult when you had to consider the feelings of other people, people you loved, cared for, and never wanted to hurt.
She pushed away the image of Logan. The less she thought of him—and saw him—the better.
Life was perfect.
Macrath sat listening for a sound of discord. There was not a whisper of disunity. No glowering looks as Enid and Brianag met in the hall. No sniping remarks at dinner, when Enid made sure to tell him how her household had been so much more smoothly run.
Not once in the last day had Brianag entered the room with a complaint, only to stomp out when he refused to send Enid back to London.
Nor was there an indication of dissension about the rearing of his son. Enid’s English sensibilities had often clashed with Brianag’s Scottish beliefs, but not now.
The pounding of footsteps alerted him. Macrath looked up just as his son barreled into the library to wrap his arms around his legs.
He bent and lifted Alistair up in his arms.
As a baby, his son had looked like him. As the months passed, Alistair became even more a miniature version of himself. His hair was black and tousled more often than not. His smile bore a resemblance to Virginia’s, but his blue eyes were those of generations of Sinclairs.
“Go fishing, Papa,” he said. “Go fishing today.”
Alistair had started speaking early. His first word hadn’t been “Mama” or “Dada.” Instead, it was “Brianag,” which made both Macrath and Virginia suspect the housekeeper had repeated it endlessly to the boy.
“Not today, I’m afraid. It’s too cold. When it warms a bit, son.”
“He doesn’t understand the idea of the future,” Virginia said, standing in the doorway. “Alistair is a creature of now, I’m afraid.”
He strode to his wife, bent and kissed her, an activity their son tried to interrupt with hands that smelled of soap and jam.
Virginia smiled at him, reached up and trailed her fingers over her son’s cheek and then Macrath’s. “I don’t think he likes to fish all that much. I think it’s because he likes to be with you and have you all to himself.”
“Pity you don’t come fishing with me,” he said.
“But I have you to myself in different ways,” she said, her cheeks turning a becoming pink.
He laughed and kissed the tip of her nose.
“Fishing!” Alistair said.
“Aren’t you a fine little despot,” Virginia said, reaching out and taking Alistair from him.
“What you consider being stubborn, my love, is simply being a Scot.”
His American born wife laughed. “I think you have the right of it,” she said, in a credible Kinloch Village accent. “He’s just like his da.”
When he frowned at her, she laughed harder. His only recourse was to kiss her until amusement was the farthest thing from their minds.
No, life was good at Drumvagen, and he had his sister’s idea to thank for that.
When he said as much to Virginia, his wife smiled at him again.
“It’s you who gave them the notion of writing a book of recipes and housewifely hints. They’re in Enid’s suite making plans.”
She put Alistair down on the carpet. He promptly went to the chest in the corner and pulled out one of his puzzles. Virginia plucked a few broadsides from the shelf to read. Mairi always kept her furnished with the latest from Edinburgh. Some women liked flowers. Others liked confections. Virginia loved reading broadsides, the more gruesome, the better.
“Even if we take a loss on the book,” he said, “it’s worth the expense.”
She laughed, the sound of it carrying her through the library and spearing his heart. Was there any sound as beautiful as Virginia’s laugh?
“Perhaps they’ll surprise you, Macrath, and it will sell well.”
“I don’t honestly care,” he said. “It’s worth whatever it costs just to have a little peace.”
He straightened the top of his desk, having learned from prior experience that it wasn’t a good idea to have an inkwell where Alistair could get to it. He also put away his best pen in case his son decided to try to use it to draw again.
As he opened his desk drawer, he saw the letter Mairi had given him. To his discredit, he’d put it there and forgotten about it.
“Why are you frowning so?” Virginia asked.
“Mairi’s been getting anonymous letters,” he said.
“Has she?”
He extended the letter to her. Virginia uncurled her legs from the chair, stood and retrieved it. Taking it back to her chair, she sat and read it, her frown deepening as she did so.
“What has she done that’s so terrible?” she asked, lifting her gaze to him.
He shrugged. “Written something that annoyed someone. Always a chance in the newspaper business. She went after the Lord Provost. That might have incited the letter writer. Or her involvement in the SLNA.”
“From what I saw, her relationship with the Lord Provost isn’t an adversarial one.”
He needed to tell her what James had said, where little ears couldn’t hear.
“Does the handwriting look familiar to you?” she asked.
“Something about it does,” he said. “But I’m not certain what.”
Virginia stood, crossing the room. Without a word, she grabbed a ledger from the shelf, bringing it back to his desk. Opening the book at random, she pointed to a page.
“Look at the writing.”
“It’s not the same,” he said. “He’s printed there.”
“Not everywhere. Look at the letters. They match.”
She was right. Why hadn’t he seen it before? For that matter, why hadn’t Mairi, unless she’d only seen the printing on Robert’s ledgers? The next question, why had the man he’d hired to help his sister written something so vile?
Robert owed him an explanation.
“You’d better leave first thing in the morning,” she said calmly, picking up the ledger and putting it back into place.
He sat back, watching her. From the very first moment, he’d known he could fall in love with this woman. Not once had he considered that the love he felt for Virginia might deepen and grow until it was a part of him, as important as breath or his beating heart.
She understood him and now she knew he felt he had to get to Edinburgh for Mairi’s sake.
“Have I told you how much I love you?” he asked.
He stood and opened his arms. As simple as that, and she was there, smiling at him.
Fenella was an excellent hostess, making Ellice comfortable in the guest room, asking if there was anything the girl liked to eat. She even mentioned taking her around to see various sights in Edinburgh.
However, she barely spoke to Mairi and she never once looked in her direction.
Mairi waited until her cousin was alone in the dining room before approaching her.
“You’re still angry with me.”
Fenella didn’t look at her when she answered. “Shouldn’t I be? You accused Allan of something horrid.”
“I don’t think it was Allan. I don’t know who it was.”
Her cousin glanced at her.
“I want only the best for you, Fenella. I like Allan very much and I’ll warmly welcome him into the family.” Reaching out, she enveloped Fenella in a hug. “I want you to be happy.”
“Do you still suspect him?”
Mairi shook her head. “No,” she said. “I don’t.” She was listening to her heart on that decision. She didn’t want Allan to be guilty.
“Mr. Harrison will be pleased you’re home,” Fenella said. “He’s inquired about you almost every day.”
“Has he?”
She most definitely did not want to talk about Logan.
“Tell me, have you and Allan selected a date?”
Fenella spent the next five minutes telling her everything she and Allan had planned. Allan’s brother, the last of his family, was traveling from Dumfries to meet her. The wedding was to be a small one, but the date had not yet been selected.
As she spoke, Fenella’s joy was visible for anyone to see.
Mairi had never once been jealous of her cousin and she found the emotion uncomfortable now.
At dinner, she wasn’t surprised to discover that Ellice was charming, amusing, and able to converse with both Fenella and Robert easily. She’d noted a change in Ellice the more distance she’d put between herself and Drumvagen. No longer was she quiet, almost shy, and certainly fearful. Was it leaving Drumvagen? Or was it coming out from beneath the shadow of her mother?
Robert looked at Ellice with approval. Of course, the girl didn’t say anything shocking, was filled with praise about the house and its furnishings, and stated that she was excited to see more of Edinburgh.
He was less pleased with Mairi, who waited until they were served dessert to make her announcement.
“I’m changing the name of the newspaper,” she said. “Well, not just the name, but the emphasis as well. The new name is going to be the ‘Edinburgh Women’s Gazette.’ We’re going to feature stories that would be of interest primarily to women. Even the columns will be slanted for women.”
She looked at each face, noted Fenella’s and Ellice’s interest. She hesitated a moment before looking at Robert, but when she saw his eyes flatten to two brown stones, she wasn’t surprised.
“It will not cost that much,” she said, breaking a rule and discussing finances at the dinner table. “I have Macrath’s blessing.”
“What will happen to the current subscribers?” Fenella asked.
She’d already thought about that.
“They’ll be given an opportunity to continue their subscription. If they object, then they will be taken off the roll.”
“You’ll have to refund the money,” Robert said.
“Only on a pro rata basis,” she said. “Thankfully, most of our subscriptions have come at different times throughout the year. We won’t feel an immediate financial hardship if they all discontinue at once.”
She smiled determinedly. “But I won’t give them the opportunity to cancel,” she said. “They’ll be so impressed by the new paper that they’ll not only renew, but convince their friends and neighbors to subscribe as well.”
Robert abruptly stood, said good-night to Fenella while once more welcoming Ellice to the household. Pointedly ignoring Mairi, he made his way to the stairs. They could hear him stomping to his room.
“We don’t feel the same, miss,” Abigail said, gathering up the dishes on the sideboard. “As Mr. Robert, I mean.”
She glanced at the maid.
“It’s proud we are of you, all of us.”
“Thank you, Abigail,” she said, feeling a surge of warmth at the girl’s words.
If she had to fight this battle in her own household, how much worse was it going to be among the citizens of Edinburgh?
Why did it suddenly seem more than she could accomplish?