Mrs. Dawkins (The Artful Dodger) [TBS]

Part 14

I blushed but nodded, he came over and offered his hand.

"Would the lady like to take a walk in the moonlit gardens?"

"I would love to sir." I giggled as I took his hand, he helped me up and we walked down the porch steps and into the garden, as much as I wanted to hold his hand I did put some space between us as we walked.

Our feet made their way through the grass, past the flowers and sweet statues of the garden, lit only by the pale moonlight and the fiery glow from the windows of the house, 

"How long do you think they'll fall for it?"

"A while I suspect," he chuckled, "People always seem to trust me," 

"I suppose you're a very trustworthy-looking man,"

"It's a perk of being a doctor," he winked, 

"I suppose so,"

"So? May I ask what you do when you're doing when you're not doing this?"

"Ohh, Drawing."

"Drawing? Drawing what?"

"Anything, I find the form particularly facilitating."

"Do you?" 

"Umm every subject is different I love to draw, and differences to use the lines and shadow to sculpt the muscles, the bones, all the little intricacies that make us function." 

"Really?"

"Umm," I nodded, 

"I bet you'd find surgery fascinating." He smiled, "Peeling away at everything until you see the very building bricks of people."

"I imagine I would,"

"Anything else?"

"My father likes for me to sing, and play piano."

"Ohh? You don't?"

"Not really. I find it boring."

"That's fair I suppose," He chuckled, "But I'd love to know what your life was like... before you came here?"

"Ohh, Well we lived in London before then Father made his money in shipping. Ran his business for many years, and figured he could make a killing down here, so down here we moved. We haven't been here long still getting used to the place, but I hope at least now I have some more freedom to go out and see the place." 

"That's sweet, I'd love to show you around one day."

"It's alright I wouldn't want to take you from your work."

"It's no trouble I'd love to." 

"Perhaps one afternoon," I blushed, 

"You don't much look like your mother," 

"Oh?"

"You two hardly look anything alike."

"ohh... Uhh you mean the lady-"

"Yes?"

"That is not my mother," I chuckled,

"Oh?"

"she's my governess"

"Ohh Forgive me I-"

"It's alright. Miss Hardcastle My governess since I was a child."

"I see, So where's your mother?"

"Buried back in London." 

"I'm so sorry Y/n," He said taking my hand,

"It's alright, long time ago." I said, "But I would like to know about you if you'll allow me?"