Isabelle
Miss Goodwin waited on the loveseat and listened to the ticking of the mantle clock. The parlor was small, and cluttered with furnishings. The room had only two doors, the one to the right led to the bedroom. The one behind the loveseat lead to the hallway, and was the only entrance. A writing desk with chair faced the far wall, just to the left of the window. A lounge chair was situated to the right. The loveseat was in the center of the room, while the side of the room had various cupboards lined against the wall. All this clutter left only two steps space in any direction in the room.
Alfred entered into the door behind her, and locked it.
Miss Goodwin felt her heart skip a beat.
“I have given the servants the evening off, and made sure none are here. Isabelle and Agatha are visiting Margaret.” Alfred said in a clear manner. He drew the drapery over the window, and the room grew dark.
Alfred walked silently back behind the loveseat. He watched the outline of the mischievous tutor for a few moments. Slowly he moved in to her left side and whispered in her ear, “You have been wanting this a long time, have you not? You have sat in the Nursery while Agatha slept, and dreamed of this moment.”
The young woman could hardly believe her luck. Her heart beat faster than it had ever beaten before. She felt breathless and lightheaded, “Yes.” she responded, “Many times.”
Alfred felt inflamed with anger, was this what he was paying for? A foolish ambitious daydreaming girl? He control himself and continued his ruse, he wanted to know how far she had gone in her mind already.
He leaned in a little closer, almost touching her. “Tell me, what have you dreamed?”
Miss Goodwin smiled and began to recall her fantasies with a sweet soft tone. She told him of how they were married, and she had bore him a son. A proud heir to carry on his name, how smart their child would be. How pretty and fair his complexion, who he would become when he became a man. She included Agatha, of course, and had her married to the finest and most upstanding of society.
Alfred drew in a slow steady breath after listening to her tales of fantasy. He pressed his lips against the side of her ear and in a low deep tone he asked, “What of Isabelle?”