Judith McNaught Quote

She had not wanted to come, and now that she was there, she was still praying for deliverance.Aunt Berta! she said forcefully as the front door of the great, rambling house was swung open. The butler stepped aside, and footmen hurried forward. Aunt Berta! she said urgently, and in desperation Elizabeth reached for the maid’s tightly clenched eyelid. She pried it open and looked straight into a frightened brown orb. Please do not do this to me, Berta. I’m counting on you to act like an aunt, not a timid mouse. They’re almost upon us.Berta nodded, swallowed, and straightened in her seat, then she smoothed her black bombazine skirts.How do I look? Elizabeth whispered urgently.Dreadful, said Berta, eyeing the severe, high-necked black linen gown Elizabeth had carefully chosen to wear at this, her first meeting with the prospective husband whom Alexandra had described as a lecherous old roué. To add to her nunlike appearance, Elizabeth’s hair was scraped back off her face, pinned into a bun a la Lucida, and covered with a short veil. Around her neck she wore the only piece of jewelry she intended to wear for as long as she was here-a large, ugly iron crucifix she’d borrowed from the family chapel.Completely dreadful, milady, Berta added with more strength to her voice. Ever since Robert’s disappearance, Berta had elected to address Elizabeth as her mistress instead of in the more familiar ways she’d used before.Excellent, Elizabeth said with an encouraging smile. So do you.The footman opened the door and let down the steps, and Elizabeth went first, following by her aunt. She let Berta step forward, then she turned and looked up at Aaron, who was atop the coach. Her uncle had permitted her to take six servants from Havenhurst, and Elizabeth had chosen them with care. Don’t forget, she warned Aaron needlessly. Gossip freely about me with any servant who’ll listen to you. You know what to say.Aye, he said with a devilish grin. We’ll tell them all what a skinny ogress you are-prim ‘n proper enough to scare the devil himself into leading a holy life.Elizabeth nodded and reluctantly turned toward the house. Fate had dealt her this hand, and she had no choice but to play it out as best she could. With head held high and knees shaking violently she walked forward until she drew even with Berta. The butler stood in the doorway, studying Elizabeth with bold interest, giving her the incredible impression that he was actually trying to locate her breasts beneath the shapeless black gown she wore.