Welcome to my tour stop: excerpt from new novel
Isabelle and Alexander by Rebecca Anderson! I fell in love with this story ( you can read my review
HERE ) so I am thrilled to be able to share an exclusive peek into this novel.
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Mrs. Burns had arrived before the carriage and had opened the country
house in preparation for their arrival. When the driver pulled up to
the front door, Alexander leaped out and faced the home he loved. His
staff, intact and present here in the country, stood outside awaiting
their arrival.
Yeardley, upright and unsmiling but somehow not
fearsome, stood nearest the carriage. Mrs. Burns stood between him and
Mae, the kitchen maid who provided the cooking in addition to all the
other kitchen work. Jonathan, the driver, took his place in line with
the others. Alexander greeted his staff with polite warmth, as though he
had not seen them only that morning.
Isabelle waited what seemed
quite a long time for him to remember that he’d brought her along.
Finally, at a glance from the driver, Alexander turned and reached his
hand to help her out. She found her legs shaky from having sat so long
trying not to let their knees touch, and she gripped his hand harder
than she’d have liked as she stepped down onto the gravel drive.
Isabelle
looked up at the house, pleased with its aspect. An unassuming home,
larger than a cottage but smaller by far than a manor, it felt familiar.
Much like her parents’ home. Like her home, but smaller. More compact.
Windows faced the gently sloping lawn that led away from the front of
the house and down into a small wood.
“It’s perfectly charming,” she said.
She hadn’t meant to say it. She glanced at him to see if he was offended by her appraisal.
He appeared not to have heard her. His gaze hadn’t left the house, as if the view itself were his life’s breath.
“It is good to be back here,” he said. “Thank you all for your work to open the house.”
Mrs. Burns nodded and answered him. “Mr. Osgood, you made such good time that I hadn’t expected your arrival for another hour.”
Alexander smiled at Mrs. Burns. “I couldn’t wait. I told Jonathan to push on.”
Mrs. Burns turned to Isabelle. “Mrs. Osgood, welcome to Wellsgate.”
“Right.
Yes,” Alexander mumbled. “Welcome.” He cleared his throat. “I hope you
can be comfortable.” All signs of his smile were gone now. “I know it
does not compare to your parents’ property, but it is home to me.”
They
stepped inside the house, and a warm, inviting entryway filled with
light seemed to welcome them inside. A staircase to the right led up
into what were likely the bedrooms, and a large, window-filled room was on the left.
Alexander
cleared his throat again. “Please make yourself at home,” he said,
pointing to the sitting room. “I’ll have Yeardley bring in the bags, and
then Mrs. Burns can show you to your rooms. I am going up to change.”
He
practically ran up the stairs, leaving Isabelle standing in the foyer.
Mrs. Burns breathed out what might have been a laugh. “Give him time,
Mrs. Osgood. He’ll learn.”
“What will he learn?” Isabelle asked. The possibilities of what remained unmastered seemed manifold and various.
Mrs.
Burns nodded in understanding. “How to make a place for you,” she said
kindly. “I am sure he’s very glad you’ve come.” She bobbed her head and
stepped into a hallway.
Isabelle was not so sure Alexander was glad she’d come. How could she have such assurance when he made no point of saying so?
Isabelle
stepped inside the sitting room. It was warm, lovely, and comfortable.
If this room was where he thought she belonged, she could be happy here.
The furnishings felt simpler than the dark and heavy tables and couches
in Manchester, and the few paintings, landscapes and village scenes,
evoked comfort. She walked to the large bank of windows and looked
outside. A view of the stables made her wish for an afternoon of fast
riding, but she dared not suggest it. Alexander had given her no reason
to think that she was welcome to make plans.
As she watched out
the window, she saw Alexander jogging toward the stables. He was dressed
to ride, and he looked so free, so eager to get into the saddle. She
battled with the pleasure of seeing him looking relaxed against the
frustration of having been left behind. Did it not occur to him to ask
her to join the ride? Or was he eager to be away from her? She slipped
into a chair and picked up a book from the table at her elbow. Every few
seconds, her eyes slipped from the page to the stables. After several
minutes, she saw Alexander ride away on a handsome stallion. She felt
her posture soften. He was gone, and glad to be gone. And this was her
place. Inside. Alone.
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