“When did this arrive?” she asked Lydia, who was darning one of Lavinia’sstockings.
“Thismorning.”
Lavinia turned it over and examined it, hesitating to open it straight away, as though she might be apprehensive as to the content of the letter. But open it she did—sitting down in a wingback chair toreadit.
Lydia watched from the corner of her eye, as unobtrusively as possible, to see what her aunt’s reaction might be. Lavinia had never displayed much emotion, except for anger and righteous indignation. But now, Lydia saw her aunt’s face softening. And was that the hint of a smile? Lydia had to smile discretely to herself. Knowing that the letter was from Dr. Winston and what his intentions were, it gave her an insight into the letter that her aunt didn’t knowshehad.
When she was finished reading, Lavinia sat in the chair for some time, the letter resting in her lap. Then she picked it up and read through itagain.
“Aunt, it’s time for prayers,” Lydiaremindedher.
Lavinia looked up, as though she was in another world, and needed to focus her attention on Lydia before she couldrespond.
“Prayers? Ah, yes.” She paused for several moments before continuing. “I am not feeling quite myself this evening. I think we shall forego prayers this evening. Go ahead and prepare your supper whenever you wish. I am going to retire to my chambers for the rest of the evening. I have an important letter towrite.”
“Shall I bring you some tea and a piece of cake or a biscuit later?” Lydiaasked.
Lavinia looked up and actually smiled a full smile. “Yes, that would belovely.”
She stood up from the chair and walked slowly up the stairs, lost inthought.
Lydia put down the mending and contemplated this new development. It was clear she would not be able to discuss either her walks or her invitation from Ellen this evening. But she must do that soon, as it would be rude not to respond to Ellen’s letter as quickly as possible. Perhaps over breakfast in the morning, shethought.
