Envy: A Luxe Novel Part 4

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Thoughts of what it would be like to flee the city for an exotic locale, and to be described doing so in the papers, had kept her up most of the night, and by now the antic.i.p.ation had grown almost unbearable. At times she very nearly shook with excitement. And so it was only when they turned and started their southward journey that she began to detect something imploring in the old man's wheeze.

"My Carolina," he said, once they had finally come to a halt at the designated pier. The color in his face, which had previously been a constant and jovial red, was all washed out now, and he seemed to be catching his breath at every word. "I wonder if you won't consider remaining with me in New York. You know I don't like to keep you from your youthful fun, but I woke up this morning with a terrible feeling in my lungs. I would like your company very much-I find myself wanting it more than usual...."

For Carolina, it was as though a decadent chocolate cake had been placed in front of her and then whisked away before she had taken even one bite. She felt such agitation at the prospect that she might not be able to go to Florida, that another party might flare up and be extinguished without her so much as knowing of its brightness. The very idea rattled her thoughts and caused a distinctly sour taste to grow in the back of her throat.

"But my luggage is all packed..." she returned weakly. She could smell the ocean now and hear the trampling of feet on the docks.

A poor excuse for a smile crossed her face, but she could not sustain it after looking another moment into Longhorn's eyes. They were milky and lacking the usual sharp appraisal. For a moment all her nervous desires to be on the train already, to be one of the bright, lovely things leaving the city behind, quieted. She couldn't remember ever being asked to stay anywhere with such ardency. Though there had never been even a hint of romance between her and her benefactor, she felt for a moment the warm glow of being needed spread across her chest.



"Your maid will fetch them back."

The words hung in the air as she recalled all the new dresses that her dressmaker, Madame Bristede, had been paid extra to rush so that they would be ready for that morning. Carolina had imagined wearing them to the dances and dinners in Florida, and perhaps on the train, which she had heard was quite elaborately equipped. Her maid, a girl slightly younger and far more competent than she had been in that capacity, had arrived early with the several new trunks in which those dresses were packed, just to see that they were loaded to the ferry with care. She was wearing a black coat and hat-Carolina caught a glimpse of her through the bustle, standing quite formally on the wooden planks. Carolina longed to be already there, amidst all the workers and the travelers, in her far better coat, which was trimmed in blond mink. She would tell the girl-Cathy was her name-that she should hurry up and board with all the other servants, and then they would be off.

"That's true," Carolina acquiesced at last. She put her bee-stung lips together and her dark eyebrows rose delicately at the awful prospect.

"We'll have another evening tonight, and you may invite whomever you like," Longhorn continued. The effort of speech was apparently too much for him, however, because he subsided into a fit of coughing and had to bend away from her to disguise its intensity. Carolina had to admit that she'd enjoyed the little evening he had thrown to wish her a bon voyage the night before. She and Lucy Carr, the divorcee, had played cards and talked of clothes and screamed with laughter over something or other, she couldn't remember what anymore. It had been entertaining, but she didn't want to do it again. She wanted to go someplace new, and she wanted all the readers of all the gossip columns in the city to know what very good company she kept.

"Is he all right?"

Carolina blinked and tried to put away her self-pity. She glanced from Longhorn, who was doubled over and hacking uncontrollably, to Robert, who stood just outside the carriage window, his dark beard and eyes full of concerned skepticism. She was about to tell Robert that no, she didn't think so, they should probably turn around now and go back to the hotel, and could he summon Cathy and give her the new instructions? But then Carolina's gaze drifted, by chance, over Robert's shoulder to the place on the wide pier where Leland Bouchard stood. The yellow tones in his overgrown wheat-colored hair stood out against the horrible gray backdrop-the day was so overcast you could scarcely see the other vessels in the Hudson River-and he was wearing a scarf with black and white stripes that was tucked into his fitted, knee-length coat. He helped his valet bring a single trunk onto the high wooden platform, and when he stood up again, he paused with all the grand self-possession of a Roman statue. Then he turned in her direction.

"Miss Broad!"

She blushed when she realized she had been staring. Her blush deepened when she realized that he remembered her name, and then she could not help herself from leaning forward against the coach's window and reaching past Robert to wave eagerly at him.

"h.e.l.lo!"

"You're not with the Schoonmaker party too, are you?" he called out.

"Yes," she said. The cold air outside was bracing, and in that moment she saw clearly what it was she had to do. "Oh, yes!"

"I am, as well-Grayson Hayes invited me. I will see you on the ferry, then!" He removed his hat and made a gallant swoos.h.i.+ng bow motion, before disappearing back into the crowd. Carolina watched the bodies that swarmed the place where he'd been, obscuring her view of him in moments, and then she turned back to her companion.

The coughing had subsided, and he brought himself back up and gave her a smile with just a trace of apology in it. He opened his mouth to speak-but Carolina didn't want to hear any of the reasons he wished her to remain with him in New York.

"But I have never been off this little island," she gushed hopefully. "I'll be back before you know it. Perhaps you will already be feeling better by then?"

Longhorn's smile faltered. "You're right, my dear, you should not miss any of the fun on my account. Go, but don't forget me when you do, and come back soon."

Carolina was so pleased to have his blessing that she threw herself forward and embraced him. "Thank you. I will. Oh, I will, I will, I will!"

"Bon voyage, my dear."

He clasped her hand for perhaps one moment too long, and then she pulled away and allowed Robert to help her to the street. She tried to tell Longhorn's valet how important it was to get the old gentleman home and out of the cold quickly-she thought she did. But she was hardly paying attention anymore. Already she was moving forward, her skirts drawn back from the filthy street, as she joined the crowd of travelers streaming to the ferry. All she could think of was the fact that Leland was out there, among them. The very idea made her heart race.

Twelve.

How I wish I were a fly on the imported French wallpaper of the Schoonmakers' private railcar, the ARIES, for this week it carries not only the young scion of that family but also his current wife and former fiancee, Elizabeth Holland, and her younger sister-the tensions in such a party could not fail to amuse.

-FROM CITe CHATTER, TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 13, 1900 H ENRY KNEW THAT HE WAS NOT HIS BEST PICTURE of himself, and suspected he might still be drunk from the night before, although these were not his only reasons for avoiding human contact during his party's departure from New York. He wasn't sure how his Florida escape plan had been turned into a group event, overseen by the nefariously flas.h.i.+ng red smile of his wife, but he knew that he must continue to play along, that he must not shame Penelope too publicly, or there would be terrible consequences. His original motivation for marrying her, to protect Diana from Penelope's scheming, was as important as ever, although over the months, his reasoning had grown hazy in his mind. He'd often found himself blinking furiously in the mirror to make sure this was still him, that this was still his life, even after all the bizarre twists.

He was not a habitual reader of the society columns, but ever since he had become enamored of Diana Holland he had found himself scouring them compulsively for any little mention of her. That was how he could be sure she was there, on the boat, wrapped up against the cold. Overhead, clouds ama.s.sed and loomed as the boat made steady progress across the water to New Jersey, where they could board the train. It made the trip much more palatable to know she was nearby, but he was nervous for her, too, and he feared what would happen if Penelope noticed him staring at Diana in the way he knew he could not help.

Upon arriving in New Jersey and boarding the Aries, Henry chose a path that was well known to him. Even before the train departed he went to the common bar car, several cars removed from his own, and sent a messenger boy to fetch Teddy. Since he was fairly certain that sobriety was upon him now-the chill from the river pa.s.sage was still under his skin-he undid his cuffs and removed his jacket and ordered a bourbon. The cheap ta.s.seled curtains were drawn, and a player piano kept a syncopated rhythm in the background. The car was full of soldiers, smoking and shuffling cards, and none of them so much as looked up when the train whistled to announce its exit from Pennsylvania Station and lurched into movement. They would not reach their destination for another day and a half at least.

"You don't waste any time do you?" said Teddy as he emerged through the fogged gla.s.s door and pulled up one of the rickety wooden stools. He watched his old friend, who was two years his junior, with steady gray eyes.

Henry did not get up from his drink, but did try to sound like a host. "How did everyone get settled in?"

"Well, I think." Teddy motioned to the bartender.

"I'm sorry our trip was commandeered this way."

"Oh, that's all right. I rather like having ladies along. It was a rough ferry ride, wasn't it? But everybody made it to the station, and they're all settled in their seats now-your wife's brother, Bouchard, Miss Broad, and the Misses Holland. Your wife was at great pains to welcome the Hollands, and Elizabeth seemed to be doing her best to return the enthusiasm."

Both men sipped from their drinks and let the strange sound of the word wife float away unexamined. Teddy always seemed vaguely perplexed by what Henry had done, and Henry, not wanting to make himself more of a cad, could not bring himself to divulge the transaction that had resulted in his marriage. They sat in comfortable silence, drinking slowly and trying their best to seem like the other men in the car, which they most certainly were not.

"Schoonmaker, Cutting!"

Teddy looked up first, and Henry's gaze followed after a moment's delay. Coming through the door, cigarette already lit, was the figure of Penelope's brother. Since his wedding, Henry had found himself always unnerved by the sight of Grayson Hayes, even though he had seen him in gambling halls and late-night haunts for years and thought nothing of the familial connection. But now Henry saw that Grayson had his sister's face-the proud nose like a downward-facing arrow, the extreme blue of the eyes, and the pale oval face set off by slick, dark hair. These features gave him the appearance-probably falsely, Henry believed, although it was still impossible to ignore-of being his younger sister's emissary.

"Nice style your family travels in," Grayson went on with an appreciative smirk.

"Thank you," Henry answered.

There was one striking difference between the Hayes siblings' looks, which was that Grayson's eyes were set too close together. It made him seem a little stupid, which he almost certainly was about to be. It was well known amongst the young men of genteel New York that young Hayes was an inveterate, and not a very good, gambler. If Henry had placed a bet on what Grayson would say next, he would have done quite well indeed.

"Are you ready for a game of poker?" Grayson dropped his cigarette to the floor and stubbed it out with his toe. There was a manic light in his eye, and his shoulders were strung with energy. On another day Henry might have hesitated, or Teddy might have thought better of it, but at that particular moment young Schoonmaker had had enough of the rotten feeling that apparently came with doing the right thing.

"We're in," he said.

"We need two more for a proper game." Grayson motioned, almost as though he were summoning the help, at two soldiers who were idly sipping bottled beers at an adjacent table. They watched for a moment as the man in a wing collar and ascot tie pulled back the chairs from the simple wooden table and sat down. He was all business and his attention was already fiercely on the cards. Then they approached, pulling back their chairs, taking their places. "Welcome, gentlemen," he said as he split the deck and began to deal.

Henry sat, noticing as he did the simple dignity of the men's uniforms. They both wore fitted blue linen drill jackets with a parade of bra.s.s b.u.t.tons down the front, worn but clean trousers, and knee-high gaiters over their well-traveled boots. The man with the frothy handlebar moustache put his campaign hat on the back of his chair and the clean-shaven one mimicked the gesture. It was impossible for Henry to tell how old they were-the clean-shaven one might have been younger than he was, and yet they were both so much more aged.

"Where are you boys headed?" he asked as he peeked at his hand.

"Tampa," said the mustachioed one, as though the place held significance that people of leisure could not possibly understand.

"With the Fifth Infantry, sir, going down to keep the Cubans in line." His companion grinned, looking up from his cards.

"Cuba!" Henry placed a bet. "Doesn't your friend Bouchard have sugar interests down there?"

"Yes," Grayson answered without looking up from the table. "Although he doesn't gamble," he added, as though that disqualified him as a topic of conversation.

"Doing our best to keep the island safe for American interests, sir."

Teddy made a small, appreciative saluting motion.

"Ever kill anybody?" Grayson asked abruptly. Every thought in the man's head was about cards, Henry knew, but still he winced at his brother-in-law's boorish comment. He began to feel uncomfortable, and realized he didn't actually want to hear the answer.

"Perkins saw action during the war against the Spaniards," the clean-shaven one replied, gesturing, genially enough, to his more hirsute friend. "And was wounded in the charge on San Juan Hill."

Henry and Teddy both looked to Perkins, and though his pale eyes betrayed a reticence, he obliged them by saying, "I enlisted after the ma.s.sacre of the Maine. No American could have known of such treachery and failed to act."

Henry could think of three examples at that very table that disproved this notion, but he nodded as though it were gospel truth.

"My brother was on that s.h.i.+p." The clean-shaven one shook his head and considered the card he had just been dealt. "He died in a filthy Havana hospital, and when they s.h.i.+pped his body back my mother couldn't even see him because all his skin had been burned off."

There was a long, grave pause, but then Perkins's face relaxed a little. "Well," he concluded, "that's what makes us all drag ourselves up for reveille when it's still dark. That's what makes being away from home bearable."

The tones in which men speak of life and death were heavy in the air around them. More cards were dealt and more money tossed into the center of the table. Teddy, who was already out of the game, was watching the soldiers intensely, but Henry could hardly look up from his hand. He was aware, in a vaguely embarra.s.sed way, not only of his waistcoat but also the fine linen of his s.h.i.+rt, soft against his well-protected skin, and the elegant cut of his trousers and of the series of railcars ahead of them with their elaborate trappings, some of which he owned, or his family did, anyway. And when he thought of his railcar, it was impossible not to dwell on who sat within it. His head was still full of Diana, and the way her nose turned pink and eyes grew s.h.i.+ny in the cold.

Henry folded, followed shortly by the beardless man. Then the final two players turned over their hands. When Grayson saw that he had lost, he shoved the money at the center of the table toward Perkins in frustration.

"Again!" he cried, almost fiendishly, and began to collect the cards to deal another hand. Henry and Teddy acquiesced, though with less enthusiasm this time. One of them had become quiet and serious, and the other was too absorbed by the idea of a certain young lady's presence somewhere down along the train as it moved ever southward, ever closer to the sun, to care very much how he spent his hours.

Thirteen.

G-

I have a special task for you, one

you will enjoy. Come to my seat

as soon as possible, won't you?

-P

P ENELOPE RECLINED AGAINST THE EMERALD GREEN seat in her little section of the Schoonmaker railcar, her heavy ivory skirt fishtailing to the polished wood paneling of the floor. They had traveled many miles already and had arrived at that slow hour before dinner. Her guests were enjoying aperitifs in their seats; she could observe them, down the aisle, only partially obscured by the sliding doors that separated each section. Her arms, which were covered to the wrist in billowing rose-colored chiffon, were crossed over her chest, and she kept a dark brow arched as she gazed down the aisle. Miss Broad was in the next section and situated across the aisle, still sporting the camel-colored traveling suit that she had worn when they boarded in the late morning.

She was looking about her, at the hooped and fringed surroundings, at the ferns and cut flowers, as though she had never seen such finery before. It was quite possible she had not. Every time a man walked down the aisle she glanced up expectantly as though it might be Leland Bouchard; her heavy lids drooped down over her sage green irises each time she realized it was not. She had a crush on him-this was perfectly clear to Penelope from the way she always asked if he would be present at events they attended-but she didn't have to be so pathetic about it.

Beyond Miss Broad and on the same side of the aisle were the Misses Holland. They sat together on the seat, the russet tones in Diana's hair brought out by the green velvet upholstery. The older sister's eyes had closed, and she rested her head on the younger's shoulder, which looked to Penelope like an over-the-top and probably insincere display of affection. The brunette sister, meanwhile, read a book. She was lovely-Penelope knew it, even while the knowledge burned her. The girl's curls shone, her eyes were bright, and her features were gorgeously composed. Although Penelope had used the news of her defilement in order to secure her own marriage, her husband's former paramour maintained an aura of purity that Penelope would have liked to slap off her tart face.

Meanwhile, Penelope's impatience grew. She had sent the messenger half an hour ago, and still nothing. She tilted her head back against the full cus.h.i.+ons and looked at the beveled mirror above. The lips she saw in the reflection on the ceiling were generous and scarlet, the hair dark in contrast with her incandescent skin. Her hair was done up elaborately, with curls and braids and the little bangs dividing her unblemished forehead. She would not have thought that Henry's affections would have lasted this long, or that Diana would be quite such compet.i.tion for her. But Penelope had to grudgingly acknowledge how much s.p.a.ce the younger Holland still occupied in Henry's heart, for whenever he was remotely near her his whole bearing changed.

It was not that Penelope felt weakened, or even particularly unhappy. She was at that very moment utterly comfortable-it was her policy to always be comfortable unless beauty demanded otherwise-and she was enjoying hosting a bevy of guests in the grand cars that everyone knew were owned by her family-in-law. Henry's indifference was irritating, but it could not detract from the pride she felt at being so publicly known to be his consort, or to be seen as the equal owner of his many treasures. And though she did feel Isabelle's absence a little-that lady always knew how to enjoy fine things-she was exceedingly pleased to be the only Mrs. Schoonmaker onboard.

"And what does my favorite sister want?"

Penelope twisted around to see, at last, the figure of her brother approaching from the rear of the train. He moved quickly to kiss her cheek, and then fell into the velvet-covered seat opposite her. There was a sheen of sweat on his forehead, and his cuffs had come undone. She considered but decided against pointing out that she was his only sister, and that there were no others to play favorites with.

"I have an a.s.signment for you," she answered eventually. "An a.s.signment?" Grayson's mouth went crooked at the corner and he watched his younger sibling attentively with his matching blue eyes.

"Yes." Penelope paused, and let her gaze wander back down to where Diana was. The girl looked up from her book and let her rich brown eyes stare back at Penelope for a long moment. She and her sister had both dressed for dinner, although Diana's pale blue dress with the deep and lacy decolletage and the puffed sleeves was clearly not a new one. "I don't think you'll object, after you've heard it."

"You're little schemes are always amusing, Penny."

The younger Hayes sibling felt another stab of irritation at the sound of her childhood nickname, especially after she had done him the compliment of waiting for him. "Please don't call me that."

He grinned, and the chandelier light that beamed down from the car's ceiling reflected on his white teeth. Darkness was falling on the country pa.s.sing by in their windows, and shadows emerged to dramatize the architecture of their faces, neither of which was built for kindly expressions. "My apologies, Mrs. Schoonmaker."

She returned his smile broadly. "Thank you, brother."

"Anything for you, dear sister."

"I am glad to hear that," she went on, lowering her voice confidentially, "because your a.s.signment will require special delicacy."

"And that is because?"

Penelope tilted her head to the left and let all of her long fingers rest against her slender neck. "I would like you to be a little nice-a little affectionate-with the younger Miss Holland."

Grayson paused and looked down the aisle of the train; Penelope extended herself so that she could see what he saw. Diana didn't raise her eyes this time, but adjusted her position so that the fading light from outside cast pretty shadows on her peach chest.

"A little nice?" Grayson asked as he pressed back into his seat.

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