Before she lost her nerve, she continued. “I am aware of my shortcomings and have accepted them.”

Father shifted in his chair and placed his book on the table next to him. “Now wait just a minute—”

“Please, Father. Hear me out.” She needed to stay angry. If she succumbed to their defense of her, and their resistance to see her as she actually was, she would dissolve into tears and nothing would change.

“I believe it is time for me to make my own way in the world.”

Mother sucked in a deep breath and placed her hand over her mouth. “What do you mean?”

“I want to move away from London. And more than that, I want to own a bookstore.”

“You want to work!?” Father came right up out of his chair. “No daughter of mine will work. And that is the end of it.”

Her mother withdrew a lace-trimmed white handkerchief from the sleeve of her dress and patted her eyes. “What have we done to make you want to do this to us?”

Adeline dropped to her knees and took her mother’s hand. “I am not doing anything to either of you. I love you both with my whole heart. But the life you have always planned for me is not going to happen. In six years of husband-hunting, no

t one gentleman has shown any interest.”

“There was Mr. Abercrombie,” Mother said.

Addie sat back on her heels. “Mother. The man was fifty years old with children older than me. And,” she added with a smirk on her face, “he needed my dowry.”

“Arthur, say something to her,” Mother begged.

Father looked back and forth between her and her mother, and his face softened. “Perhaps she is right, Mildred.”

“What?” The screech coming from her mother probably brought all the horses in Mayfair to an abrupt halt.

Father studied her, tapping his lips with his finger. “Maybe it is time. I know it is not the normal thing for a young lady to move from her parents’ home and strike out on her own, but it might be the right thing for our daughter.”

Mother moaned. “I cannot believe the two of you.” She looked down at Adeline still on the floor at her feet. “You must find a nice man. All right, maybe Mr. Abercrombie was not for you, but I shall ask among my friends. There are many sons, cousins, nephews, and friends of friends who we might introduce to you.”

Adeline shook her head. “No, Mother. I am finished with the game. I don’t care if I never have a husband. I don’t care if I never have a child”—a slight lie there—“but I want to feel as though there is more to my life than changing clothes and attending social affairs.”

Father moved to sit on the arm of the sofa and rested his hand on Mother’s shoulder. “This sounds like something you’ve thought about for some time. What do you have in mind?”

Excited that Father would actually consider her plan, she demurely placed her hands in her lap and stared up at him. “There is a bookstore in Bath for sale.”

“Bath!” Mother moaned again. “That’s on the other side of the country.”

Ignoring her mother’s outburst, Adeline continued, “Since I will have no need for a dowry, I had hoped you would allow me to use the funds to buy the bookstore. I would get a small flat nearby and run the store.” She smiled, enthused about her plans. “You know how much I love books.”

“But you can’t read,” Mother wailed.

Thank you, Mother. It was always nice to hear one’s faults so adequately expressed.

“I can read, Mother. It just is a bit difficult for me.”

Ever since she’d picked up her first book and looked at the words, she’d had a problem. It appeared no one else saw what she saw because when she read, it all came out wrong. When her teacher told them she was lacking intelligence, her parents had removed her from school and hired a tutor.

The tutor worked with her for years. She suggested that Adeline suffered from something recently termed word blindness, and she would have it her whole life. All Adeline knew of the condition was everyone else could read a book in a flash, their eyes moving back and forth over the lines on the page, while she had to stumble over every word. But that never stopped her love for books.

She loved the feel of the book in her hands. She loved the smell of the ink when she opened the tome for the first time. She loved turning the pages, smiling, as if she could read that fast. ‘Twas difficult when one loved something that didn’t love one back.

Just then her elder brother, Marcus, entered the room and saw her kneeling at her mother’s feet. “Paying homage to the Queen, Adeline?”

“No. I’m pleading for a change in my life.”

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