The Countess Conspiracy (Brothers Sinister #3)(81)

Her mother raised her hand to her mouth. Her eyes were wide. Violet had never seen her mother struck speechless before. It would take her a few moments for her to comprehend everything, but once she did…

Well, Violet had heard her admonitions long enough. She knew exactly what her mother was going to say. They’d be set against one another.

“Violet,” her mother finally said. “Violet, I had no idea.”

Violet bowed her head, unable to watch any longer. “I’m sorry. I ought to have told you before.”

“Indeed. You ought to have done so immediately.” Her mother tapped her fingers on the table, not saying anything more. “If you had told me right away,” her mother finally said, “we would have done something about that first paper.”

Violet raised her head. “That’s why I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want you to interfere. I wanted the information out, and if you were to squelch it—”

“Good God, Violet.” Her mother’s eyes widened in amazement. “Why would I do that?”

“I…” Violet paused, suddenly unsure of her entire world. “I don’t know?”

“No, clearly you don’t. My daughter just told me that she is the foremost expert on inheritance in the British Empire. Do you think I want to keep that quiet?”

Oh, God. It was too much. All that she’d never let herself hope for, and then more. Violet felt her eyes sting.

“I want everyone to know. I want to rub their noses in it—every woman who’s expressed sympathy because I hadn’t any sons, because I had nobody to accomplish anything. I want them all to know that my daughter is more clever than all of their offspring put together.”

Violet felt on the verge of tears. Still, she found herself laughing at that—a giggle that felt like pure relief.

“We protect what is ours,” her mother said fiercely. “And this—this is yours. You’re going to take it back.”

“Yes, Mama,” she said.

“We’ll figure out the best way to proceed. I have ideas.” She frowned. “I admit, it won’t do much for your social reputation—but, bah, who cares about a thing like that? Lily, I suppose.”

“She has reasons, you know.”

Her mother waved this off. “She has no sense of priorities. What is the point of having a perfect reputation if it means you can’t claim something like this? This is going to be a production. We’ll have to involve others to make this come out as best we can. You’re friendly with the Duchess of Clermont. She seems like a good person. Will she stand by you?”

“Yes,” Violet said, her mind whirling. “She’s already involved. We have a plan, in fact.”

“When is your talk?”

“Tomorrow evening.”

Her mother’s eyes widened at this, but she didn’t scold.

“You’ll all be going up to Cambridge tomorrow, then?”

Violet nodded, not trusting her voice.

“Then we have no time to fritter away on useless conversation. Come along, now.” Her mother stood.

Violet felt as if her world had turned upside down—as if she’d opened a cupboard expecting bare shelves, and been showered with all of her favorite foods.

But there was one last thing, one little thing that niggled at the edges of Violet’s mind. She reached out and took hold of her mother’s sleeve. “Wait one moment.”

“There isn’t a moment to waste. We must—”

Violet yanked, and her mother fell silent.

“Wait, please,” Violet said. “There’s another scandal.”

“No, there isn’t,” her mother contradicted. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“There is another scandal, one relating to me. Something that happened in 1862.”

Her mother’s face became suddenly impassive. “I really don’t know what you’re talking about.”

But Violet suddenly did. I will hang for murder, her mother had said. It disgusts me. I have nightmares.

She knew it, and once she knew it, she couldn’t unknow the truth. “Mother,” she said softly. “Mother, when my husband died…”

“It was an accident,” her mother snapped. “We must be going.”

“Yes, of course.” Violet gathered up her nerves. “But…you see, there was something I never told anyone at the time. You see, I had miscarried. I had miscarried a number of times.”

Her mother’s mouth pinched. “You say this as if it might be unknown to me, Violet. I know what a daughter of mine looks like when she is pregnant, and I’m capable of determining that when no baby comes, she no longer carries a child.”

“I see.” Violet swallowed, unsure how to proceed. “I suppose you knew that there was a point when my doctor told my husband that we needed to stop trying for a child because it could cost me my life.”

“Know it?” Her mother huffed. “I was the one who suggested he speak. The stupid man wasn’t going to say anything at all. Wanted to leave it in your hands. I was the one who told him that your life was at risk. Anyone could see it. You were getting weaker and weaker.”

“Ah,” Violet said. “And I suppose you might have noticed that…my husband did not want to stop.”