Angel of Mercy

Chapter 41

Once Emma was gone a deep feeling of sorrow washed over Ethan and he knew it was a sensation he was going to have to get used to.

He located Daisy, craving comfort, and she followed him to the library where he sat in his usual place by the fire and removed the letter Emma had given him from his pocket. Daisy sat by his side, her head resting on this thigh.

He used his fingernail to break the seal on the envelope and glanced out the window once noting it had begun to snow before pulling out the piece of paper from within. The letter was dated December 16, 1872.

My Dearest Ethan,

For many years I believed I was destined for spinsterhood (perhaps that is still the case). After my failed engagement with Peter, I knew it wasn't likely I'd find another man willing to marry me. My family depended on the funds I provided; without me they would become destitute. By the time my siblings were grown and no longer needed me, it would be too late. I would be a true spinster then.

Meeting you was an expected and fortuitous twist of fate. I had not realized how little I knew or cared for Peter until you came into my life. Nor did I realize how deeply I could care for a man. I want to thank you for showing me what real love looks like. You are honorable, generous, and yes handsome! Even before you regained consciousness after your accident, I had noticed your good looks and had to remind myself you were a patient and well above my class.

These past few months have been idyllic. I will cherish them always. I may die old and alone but at least I will have known I was once loved by an incredible man. A man who would lay his life down for me and give up his title and money to be with me.

I am humbled you would be willing to do so. But I could not live with myself if you did. As earl you can do incredible things and I know you are the man to accomplish them. Please remember my rejection does not mean I love you any less.

I won't say this is goodbye because I hope and pray, we will see each other again. I will continue to write and look forward to your correspondence. But do not feel you must remain faithful to me. I understand you have a legacy to carry on, I will not stand in the way of that. Whomever you marry, I will be happy for you.

Good luck and good health.

Love,

Emma

P.S. Daisy could use a friend.

Ethan looked down at Daisy who was now sleeping. He supposed having another dog around might be nice. A boy perhaps?

He was watching the snow fall when Huxley burst into the library.

"Sir we have a situation." he said breathlessly, which was most unlike Huxley.

"Is it the storm?" Ethan asked.

"A deranged young man has just shown up and he's demanding to speak with you!" Huxley exclaimed, frazzled.

"Who is this man?" Ethan asked unperturbed.

"He wouldn't say. He's armed too and arrived on horseback. But appears to have come alone."

"Show him to the blue room I suppose. I'll speak with him there." Ethan decided.

"Are you certain you want to do that?" Huxley appeared apprehensive.

"He's not going to leave until I do. I don't have much choice, do I?" Ethan quipped.

"Very well." Huxley said despondently and then he left.