Elizabeth Marton

This is also a historical fiction. Enjoy!

From even her first sighting of him, Elizabeth strongly despises Fitzwilliam Emmerson, the silent, surly friend of Edmund Fitzwield, owner of a nearby estate. However when things take a funny turn and something more than what Miss Marton could ever have anticipated is revealed, she begins to realize
exactly how wrongly judgemental she has been, particularly concerning Mr. Emmerson's father...


11. 11

Not much was heard of Inklefield house over the next two weeks. According to Mr. Fitzwield, whom often stopped at Rolands to see Janet and to bring the Martons updates, Mr. Emmerson had remained shut up in either his room or the library, without seeing or speaking to anyone in the house. He used his own toilet, ate meals, which never consisted of much and which were mostly left uneaten, in his own room and nor did he let any one of the staff in to clean.

"Evidently the poor gentleman has been most mortally offended." Mr. Fitzwield told them all, one morning after breakfast. "Possibly, of course, my friend still feels a little off-colour, but I am privately sure that the wound runs much deeper than that. We must all try to be more civil towards him in future. Let us all treat him gently."

"I feel rather pitiful for him." Said Elizabeth to Janet several hours later. "How awful it must be to have everyone ridicule you like that, and publicly, too! I would not like to be in Mr. Emmerson's shoes at this very moment."

"No." Agreed Janet "Nor would I. If you and mother and Anne and Kitty and father treated me like that... Oh! how much I should feel grief! How foolish we are being, Eliza, discriminating Mr. Emmerson like this!" And her pretty eyes filled with sudden tears.

"Let us hope that we are not the only ones to feel remorse." said Elizabeth. "You know..." She said, thoughtfully "I wouldn't be at all surprised if Mr. Emmerson turned out not to be so bad. You see, Georgia seems to really look up to him. And remember when he made me spill all those cards?-"

Janet nodded.

"-Well he seemed sincerely sorry then..."

Possibly you are correct, Lizzie. And dear Mr. Fitzwield seems to trust him, too, and ever so much. What ever shall we make of this dreadful business we are in?"

I do not know." Said Elizabeth. Then she smiled slyly, seeing her sister's flushed face as she spoke of Edmund Fitzwield. "But goodness me! Mr. Emmerson isn't the only one rumored to be in love!"

And Janet laughed and laughed and laughed along with her sister. "I do." She said, at last. "I do love him. But I am worried that he is indifferent to me."

Indifferent!" cried Elizabeth in amazement. "How could a man whom looks at you with such adoration as he does, possibly be indifferent to you? My dear Janet, it is not possible!"

"Perhaps." Said Janet quietly. "But I am not to judge upon the matter."

"Well, we shall soon see, won't we?" said Elizabeth kindly and, three weeks later, see the girls did.

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