Sat, May 19 2012
The news had taken both of them off guard. After Harry's announcement, Rebecca had realized the meaning of the hasty words faster that her cousin had said. “Sir Boniface is dead” the good old man had came to tell them. Phileas was still in the joke they had shared about her needing a change of job but his amused gaze had changed with the realization of the meaning of those words, and next by the sight of her face so astonished now. They stay both a moment without say a word and next as Harry mentioned the need for them to visit a funeral home and next to visit the morgue to identify the corpse and to sign the discharge to the funeral home to handle the arrangements, Rebecca took his hand in hers, “We will do that together Phileas. Come on, I need to change first, then I will be ready to go with you.” She had said and had walked with him.
Phileas had waited for her by pacing in the next room. She could hear his steps as he was to use that to avoid to talk and to better stay locked in his mind. Sure that was certainly not the best for him, she changed in hurry and came to him ready to leave. The atmosphere in the carriage was just as cold the weather and probably just as foggy as Phileas as sit deeply in the dark side of the carriage. The visit to the funeral home had been formal.
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Rebecca had said she would go to White Hall in the morning but that she would be happy to go with Jules to the museum after the breakfast. That he could joined her there at two o’clock, as she would pass the lunch with a fellow agent with whom she had information to share. Jules had been happy of that and as Phileas had for his part mentioned he would pass the day at his club and that had settled the thing. That would give to him and Passepartout to look on the last stretch he had done after another of his daydream of the future.
So Rebecca had left for White Hall in carriage but had not stayed there more that two hours and had next walked back to her townhouse she was to use from time to time since she and Phileas had agreed she could keep his father’s one as she did not want leave her freedom and independence by agreeing to settle with him in his house but had not less a room there just as one on board the Aurora for each time the need raised. To have her own house had its advantages, she was not forced to undergo her cousin’s temper all the time, she could use the house for her work and occasionally she could give tea parties to permit to her to hear discretely gossip running in town and better relay all pertinent information on the ladies’ husbands given by those ladies chatting between them without having to ask Phileas for his permission first. Over all that was also to permit her to receive some guest whenever she wanted and to feel for without having to answer questions or to do explanations. She had even hoped her dear guest came for a visit today after the invitation she had sent to him via a boy of the street.
She had asked to her maid to get something with salmon as meal to be ready. The maid who was also her cook whenever she was in the house. In fact, Martha was the equivalent of what Passepartout was for Phileas, except for the fact the pretty hazelnut headed women with her chestnut eyes would never understood a word of what Passepartout and Jules could work on together. She had worked for Sir Boniface and Rebecca had too much feeling for her to let her go and had kept her in her employ, or rather at Phileas’ one as he was her cover. The house was in his name and he was named as being the one giving her allocations in income from the inheritance of her parents as well that of Sir Boniface as it was better to be left unsaid that she was getting an income from such a dangerous and unconventional job in the secret service.
Once the meal ready, Martha came in the library to announce to Rebecca, who was sitting and reading some book that was better to stay unmentioned. Martha smiled to her employer and gave the full listing of her cooking. Rebecca thanked her and gave the woman free time for remainder of the day. Martha agreed as she had relatives to visit and left as soon she changed her clothes. Once the woman was out, Rebecca heard the familiar sound coming from the far end of the house, a window that opened to the back yard in the storage room. Rebecca smiled and stepped there to greet her dear visitor. The book had warmed her just as her kisses to his lips were warming him up. They both moved to her bedroom and soon his overcoat, coat, waistcoat, tie were on the floor. He was so glad that her dressing was so easy to take off, not as the dressing of the other ladies he had been with, with their dress, so numerous petticoats, the so present hoop skirt, the da….
He stopped his line of though as she was brushing on the bump growing in the front of his trousers by undoing the buttons of his fly. She loved to be in control and never he had stopped her to take the upper hand. That was a part of the rules they had in theirs lovers’ matter. “I want a lover, not a husband”, she had told him after their first sexual encounter when he had mentioned that perhaps they could go farther together. That was few years ago and they were still on that standing in their relationship as she had came next with rules to follow if he wanted to continue to access her privacy. She was the one to call on him when she was to want or to need his visit and on those occasions he had managed never to fail to visit her. Never the rules established could permit them to go somewhere else than her house and with his discretion on each time he walking in and out to her honor’ sake so he had always been wise to avoid to be seen.
Those rules had bothered him a bit at first but he had made up his mind on that and was even come to enjoy that if that was to permit him to pass good moments in Rebecca’ company. The harder part was to keep a straight face and keep any comment to himself when they were anywhere else together outside the private walls of her house in her domestic’s absence. As their rules were rather open in some way, that permitted him to get on with his needs with any other woman as Rebecca’ frequent and often long trip away left him with unfilled needs and the fact he never knew when she would be calling on him. Sometimes that could be frustrating to be so close and again so far from her as he couldn’t ask her without risk to have her close totally herself to him and find someone else to be her playmate.
He had himself lets tempted time to time by other women, but no one even by having some of Rebecca’s quality was to be totally like her, she was of an upper standard like woman and that on all what she was to invest time in. She was even to prove that once again by working with a so great efficiency on his clothes by giving to each spot of exposed skin al the attention that was to deserve.
Work stay in progress...
End of Chapter One
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