The Captain and Mrs. Vye (NOVEL) (E-BOOK)

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Cape May, New Jersey
Monday, February 17, 1873



As she faced her husband in the lovely sitting room of their spacious home, Loretta Vye's fragile hold on joy slipped. Her stomach tensed as she clutched the gold cross around her neck, a gift from her late mother on Loretta's eighth birthday. She always grabbed hold of it when she was upset.

“You're leaving again? When?”


“Tomorrow, my dear.”


“Tomorrow?” Her voice rose several decibels. 


A frown darkened his angular face. “Yes, dear.” He turned away from her momentarily, clasping his hands behind his back, and then faced her again. “An urgent situation has arisen that requires I leave immediately.”


Her muscles stiffened as she moved closer to him. “But, Edward, do you realize you'll miss your fiftieth birthday celebration? I've been planning it for months. I chose the date precisely because you would be here.” She curled her lips into a pout. “You promised me as much.”


Edward took her gently by the shoulders and drew her toward himself. “I'm terribly sorry, my dear.”


“But, Edward, the party is this coming Saturday. Can you not wait a few more days?”


He took her into his arms. “I'm afraid not, Loretta.” He dipped his brows. “I'd hoped I could avoid saying this, but if I don't go now, it could put our finances in jeopardy.” He nestled his chin into her hair. “Perhaps we can postpone the birthday celebration.”


Bile rose to her throat. “And place ourselves in a position of utter humiliation? Impossible! All arrangements have been made, and invitations have been sent.” 


“But why would it be humiliating?”


She pulled back and glared at him. “Edward, just think of it. Some people have arranged to travel quite a distance to join us. Some from as far away as Tennessee and Oklahoma. They've reserved hotels, hired carriages and drivers, purchased train tickets, and arranged for the care of small children while they are away. Postponing would require that they undo all they've painstakingly done.”


Edward nodded. “I suppose you're right. But I simply cannot postpone my trip.”


Loretta swallowed hard. “And where are you going this time?”


“To Liverpool.”


“Liverpool?” She stepped away from him, folded her arms tightly across her chest, and walked to the window, afraid of speaking words she would later regret.


“Yes, Liverpool. I leave by carriage for New York tomorrow. My ship leaves New York Harbor at three pm the next day and arrives in Liverpool nine days later.”


Loretta's blood boiled as she turned toward him. “Oh, Edward! How could you do this to me?”


The veins in his neck twitched. “Well, I did not do it deliberately, my dear. When I last communicated with the British office, things were going well. But this sudden turn of events could jeopardize our financial livelihood for the rest of our lives.”


The concern in Edward's voice struck her with the seriousness of the matter. She forced herself to calm down. “I suppose we do need to think of our future, don't we?”


He approached her and, taking her into his arms again, caressed the back of her long blond tresses. “Darling, it is for you I am doing this. What kind of husband would I be if I did not provide for my own wife?”


Edward always had a way of turning an argument to his advantage. Loretta placed her palms on his chest. “You are a good husband, Edward. And I'm grateful for that.”
She released a long sigh. “I'll manage the birthday party without you. We shall celebrate your fiftieth birthday with you in absentia.”

A sardonic chuckle escaped her lips. “I'll ask Molly to help me entertain the guests. I don't think she'd mind earning a few extra dollars.”


Edward smiled. “That's my girl. I'm sure that Molly will be of great help to you. And that you all will have a delightful time without me.”


Loretta's heart sank. “I daresay you don't know what you're talking about. How can I have a delightful time without you? And at your birthday party, no less?”


He tapped the tip of her nose. “You will figure that out, my dear.” He gave her a wink. “Now, I must get to packing my bag. I want to be sure I take everything I'm going to need.”


Guilt gripped her. “Is there anything I can do to help you?”


“No, darling. You have enough to do planning my birthday party.” He offered another wink. “I'll finish packing in short order, and then we can have a quiet dinner on the veranda.”


In a moment, Edward was gone, obviously not noticing the tear trickling down Loretta's cheek. Of all times for him to have to leave on urgent business. For months now, Loretta had been looking forward to his fiftieth birthday party celebration, delighted that he would be home to participate in it. His business took him away so often that she was beginning to feel like a widow. With no children blessing their home, her life had become lonely and bereft of purpose.


She sighed and scolded herself for allowing even the slightest hint of self-pity to enter her mind. After all, despite her arranged marriage, she was grateful for Edward's protection and provision. He was a good husband, and she had no complaints. Other than that she rarely saw him.

Yes, his business endeavors had created a very pleasant lifestyle for her. But what was lifestyle without one's loved one to share it?


She sank into the nearest chair. So much for pleading with her husband. Pleading never got her anywhere with Edward. When he made up his mind to do something, there was no changing it. She'd best stop trying, or else she'd incur his enmity, if not his wrath.


At the sound of Molly's voice, Loretta rose from the chair, her muscles relaxing. 


“A good afternoon to ya, Mrs. Vye.”


“And to you as well, dear Molly.” 
Molly was the breath of fresh air in Loretta's lonely life. Although Molly was employed as the maid, Loretta treated her like her own child, showering her with favor she would not otherwise have granted to any other young girl in her employ.


Molly curtsied. “Mr. Vye has arranged for me to serve dinner on the veranda this evening.”


“Yes, thank you.”


“If it be not a problem, ma'am, may I have your permission to leave right afterward?”


Loretta pressed her lips into a playful smirk. “Does it have anything to do with that new beau of yours?”


Molly's face turned crimson. “Yes, ma'am. I must confess it does.”


“Then of course you may leave early.” Loretta smiled. “Far be it from me ever to stand in the way of love.”


The maid's face broke into a broad grin. “Oh, Mrs. Vye! There is no finer mistress than yourself. I'm much obliged to you.”


Loretta placed her index finger on her chin. “I have an even better idea. Why don't you leave now? I'll take care of everything. It's been a long time since I've had the pleasure of serving dinner to my husband. Besides, he will be leaving tomorrow for Liverpool. I think it would be rather enjoyable to wait on him this evening.”


A shadow passed over Molly's face. “The master will be leavin' tomorrow?”


Loretta's heart grew heavy. “Yes, I'm afraid so. And I don't know how long he will be gone.”


“I'm sorry, ma'am.” Molly frowned. 


“I am, too. So very sorry. I fear I am quite incapable of managing without him. Mr. Vye is the decision-maker in our marriage. I simply follow his lead.”


Molly furrowed her brow. “But, ma'am, may I be so bold as to venture an opinion?”


“Of course, my dear.”


Molly squared her jaw. “Women can be quite as competent as men. And, if I daresay, perhaps even more so.”


Loretta raised an eyebrow. “Ah, my dear Molly, you've been listening to those shouting women with their new-fangled ideas about our fair gender. What do they call themselves? Suffragists? Or something of the sort? Whatever their name, they are not only affirming their equality with men–they are trying to usurp their position.” Loretta sighed. “Besides, the Good Book says that women must be submissive.”


Molly's face flushed. “Not meanin' any disrespect, ma'am, but women are, indeed, equal to men, in value if not in function. And, as for submission, there's a difference between submittin' and submergin' oneself to the point of denying who one is.”


Loretta sighed. “Well, I suppose so. But as far as competence in making major decisions, I would say that men are much the wiser.”


Molly's face twitched before she straightened out her expression. “Beggin' your pardon, Mrs. Vye, but I think it's the other way around. Seems as though me dad relies on me mum pretty much for everything. Why, he can't even find his socks unless she comes to his rescue.” Molly giggled. “Anyway, we can agree to disagree agreeably.”


Loretta laughed. “That we can, dear Molly. That we can.”


Molly changed the subject. “What about Mr. Vye's birthday party, ma'am? Not meanin' any disrespect, but should he not be present at his own party?”


“Indeed, he should.” A hint of bitterness rode on the back of Loretta's words. “But certain things in life cannot be controlled. They must simply be accepted.”


Molly tilted her head. “That may be so, ma'am. But a lass is not compelled to accept everything that crosses her path. She has the ability to change some things.”


Loretta looked away. At one time, she herself had been as feisty and free as Molly. Once she, too, had considered herself capable and competent. But that was before her parents died.

Mama had always told her she could do anything she put her mind to. Papa had encouraged her to pursue her dreams. What had changed? Had her parents' tragic death in a carriage accident and her subsequent move to live with Aunt Martha and Uncle Malcolm at the tender age of eight so crushed Loretta's spirit that she had lost her will to fight?


She gave Molly a motherly smile. “One day you'll understand. But for now, run along. And make sure you bring that beau of yours to meet me. He requires my approval, you know.”


Molly laughed. “Yes, Mrs. Vye. I will bring Sean by on the morrow, if you'd like.”


“Yes, that would be perfect. After Mr. Vye has left, I will need some distraction to ease my sorrow.”


And after that? 
Loretta put her hand to her chest in a vain attempt to quell the gnawing ache.