A Different Kind Of Revolution

Chapter 5

"Abigail, am I stupid?" Charles was again staring out at the bustle and excitement of the city. The marching of redcoats always went a chill down his spine. He didn't even look at Abigail when she entered the room, the girl now just staring at Charles's back, wide eyed and confused

"With all due respect sir, I cant answer that" she finally spoke up, walking over to place breakfast down on Charles's cluttered desk. Papers and open books scatter it, making it hard to find an open spot for the lukewarm oatmeal.

"But what seems to be your ailment then, Mr. Bellamy"

"A woman" he sighed out, eyes closed in contemplation.

"You make this seem much more agonizing then it is " Responded Abigail.

"An engaged woman" Charles finally turned to look at Abigail.

"Scandalous" is all Abigail could muster up. Charles rubbed his face with his palms, walking away from the window.

"She invited me for tea and I don't know if I should go or not."

"Was it of innocent intention?"

"On her end I believe it was. She truly loves her fiancée" he sneered out. Abigail gave a sympathetic smile and placed a gentle hand on the mans shoulder.

"Well sir I am sure that if not her there is some other lady who would be happy to have you" Charles gave a sad smile and sighed.

"Possible but I don't think I could be so fortunate to meet her," he said, walking off and grabbing his coat.

"Are you not going to touch breakfast?"

"Not today Abigail. I'm sure some other gentleman would be happy to have an extra serving" he said, examining himself in the mirror. He flattened the wrinkles in his clothes and nodded, satisfied.

'You are going to have to let me clean that musty old thing some time soon" Charles just laughed.

"Not today Abigail. I should be back before dinner."

"Have a nice time Mr. Bellamy. Be safe." Abigail said as he left the room, making his way out of the inn.

The walk to Darcy and Jacques's home seemed to drag as Charles head ran through everything wrong with what he was doing. What would his friends and family think?

"What makes you think seeing a married woman like this is a good idea!"

The harsh judgmental tone of his father sent chills down his spine. But his father wasn't here. It was just him on his own. He turned the corner of the street the home was on. And sighed. We would get over this. It was a fleeting juvenile crush. They come and go. This one had to. For his sake.

Charles stopped before the stairs leading to the doorway of the house. He could leave. Turn back. What obligation did he have to follow through with this meeting? Of course he was thinking all this through as he stepped up to the door, contradicting his thoughts of leaving.

He knocked on the door and stood straight. Observing the people who walked through the street. They paid him no attention. But he couldn't help but notice things as people walked through the streets, their own agendas in mind.

He only turned to face the door upon the sound of it opening. Before him was a reasonably taller gentleman, dressed plainly. Charles took this to think he was the house slave for the couple.