Earl of Billington and Miss Lyndon

Chapter 08

Mrs. Foxglove thrusting a piece of paper. Ellie looked down, read, then exclaimed in anger. "You want me to clean the chimney?!?"

"It feels like we're squandering money on a chimney broom when you can do it."

"Don't you think I'm a little too big for the job?"

"That's another problem. You eat too much."

"What?" cry Ellie

"Don't waste food."

"A half of the congregation paid for their offerings with groceries" Ellie said. His body shook with anger. "We may be deficient in many things, but not food."

"if you don't like my rules," said Mrs. Foxglove, "please get married and leave this house."

Ellie knows why Mrs. Foxglove was so determined to see him go. Mrs. Foxglove is one type of woman who must have sole authority in her household. And Ellie, who has been taking care of household affairs and her father for years, will stand in her way.

Ellie wondered what the chatty old lady would say when she told her that afternoon she had just been proposed. From an earl. Ellie ruffled her waist, preparing to give her father's fiance the anger she had been holding back since earlier, when Mrs. Foxglove handed me another piece of paper.

"What's this?" jolt Ellie

"I've been kind enough to make a list of potential husbands in this district."

Ellie grunts. Oh yeah, he should see this list. Open the paper and read it. Without raising her eyes, Ellie said, "Richard Parrish is engaged."

"Not according to my source."

Mrs. Foxglove was a true socialite at Bellfield, so Ellie did have to trust him. But it doesn't affect anything. Richard Parrish is fat and his breath stinks. Ellie kept reading and choked. "George Millerton was over sixty."

Mrs. Foxglove grunts disdainfully. "You're not in a position to vote."

The next three names were also old men, and one of them, was not only old, but cruel as well. Anthony Ponsoby beat up his first wife. There's no way Ellie would be willing to tie herself to a man who thinks that communication in marriage will work out well with a baton.

Mrs. Foxglove was ready to answer, but Ellie interrupted. "Billy Watson!" his screams. "The brain is not right. Everyone knows it. How you're trying to match me up to someone like him!"

"I've already said, a woman in a position like you doesn't..."

"Don't say," Ellie cut, her whole body trembling with anger. "Don't say anything."

Mrs. Foxglove grinning. "You can't talk like that in my house."

"This isn't your home yet, chatty lady" Ellie bursts out

Mrs. Foxglove backwards. "Oh, that's rude.".

"i've never used violence" Ellie grumbled, "But I always like to try new things." He snatched Mrs' collar. Foxglove and push him out of the house.

"You're gonna regret all this!" shouted Mrs. Foxglove from the page.

"I'll never regret it" Ellie turned around. "Never!"

Ellie slammed the door and threw her body on the sofa. Not wrong anymore. He must find a way to get out of his father's house. The Earl of Billington's face danced in his mind, but he put it away. He was not so desperate that he wanted to marry a person who could be said to be foreign. There's gotta be another way. The next morning, Ellie had already laid out a plan. He was not as desperate as Mrs thought. Foxglove. He has savings. Not too much, but enough to sustain a woman with a simple and frugal lifestyle.

Ellie had been saving up at the bank for years, but she was not satisfied with the interest, so she started reading the London Times, making small notes on business and trade. When he felt he already had enough knowledge, he met a lawyer who specifically handled the issue of funds. He must do it on behalf of his father. There will be no young woman, no young woman who invests her money without her father's knowledge. So Ellie goes to a town, finds Mr. Tibbett, a lawyer who has never heard of Mr. Reverend. Lyndon, and says that his father was a loner. Mr. Tibbett worked with a broker in London, and Ellie's savings grew.

it's time to take those funds. He has no other choice. Living with Mrs.Foxglove as her stepmother is unbearable suffering. The money will be enough to sustain her life until her sister, Victoria, returns from her long vacation in the Continent. Victoria's new husband is a very wealthy earl, and Ellie is confident they can help her get a job - perhaps as a nanny, or a chaperone.

Ellie took a public horse-drawn carriage to Faversham, headed to Tibbett & Hurley's office, then waited her turn to see Mr. Tibbetts. After a ten-minute wait, her secretary escorted Ellie in.

Mr. Tibbett, a fat man with a thick mustache, stood up as Ellie walked into the room. "Good morning, Miss Lyndon" he said. "Have you come up with a new instruction from your father? It's such an honor to do business with people who pay close attention to their investments."

Ellie smiled stiffly, resentful that her father had earned the respect for her hard work, but she knew there was no other way. "No, Mr. Tibbetts. I came to withdraw some of my funds. More precisely, half of it." Ellie wasn't sure how much it would cost her to rent a small house in a respectable neighborhood in Lyndon, but she had three hundred pounds, so she thought one fifty would be enough.