True to his word, Barnabas
returned to Sarah's room early the next morning, and was telling
her about the Old House when Angelique opened the door.
Hearing Barnabas' voice, she paused, choosing not to make her
presence known, and stood listening to the conversation.
"It sounds wonderful," Sarah
sighed. "I've never really had a home - a real one,
anyway. Mother travelled so much that my vacations from
school were always spent in hotel rooms or rented apartments.
I'm not complaining, of course. I had Mother, and I know
that models have to travel. Then the last year, I've been
in and out of hospitals -"
"Hasn't your mother been travelling
this last year?"
"Oh, no. They asked her
to go, but she stayed with me. I'm sure she's worried about
how expensive my illness is -"
Angelique thought it a good time to
interrupt, and entered the room, a smile on her face for Sarah.
"Good morning, darling." She kissed her daughter
warmly.
"Mother."
"Have you two been having a nice
chat, getting acquainted?"
"Oh, yes, Mother. Father's
been telling me all about the house he lives in. I can't
wait to see it."
"Have you been here long, Barnabas?"
"About an hour," he confirmed,
his eyes watching her closely.
"He was here when I woke up,"
Sarah said. She was sensitive to the tension between her
parents, and hoping to dispel it, she said, "I'm getting
a little tired, though. I think I need to rest."
"Of course," Angelique agreed,
smoothing the covers. "I'll be back later."
"So will I," Barnabas assured
her, placing a kiss on her forehead. "Later."
In the corridor, Angelique turned
to him, eyes flashing with anger. "You had no right
telling her about the Old House."
"I thought she should know abut
it, since she's going to be living there."
"I haven't agreed to that,"
Angelique reminded him.
Barnabas looked around. "We
can't talk here. Come with me."
She hesitated. "Where are
we going?"
"To my office at the shipyard."
The office he spoke of was filled
with antiques, and Angelique found it very easy to picture Barnabas
working at the heavy oak desk, or standing at the large, many-paned
window over looking the now quiet yards. Against one wall,
stood an early American sofa in brown tweed, with a matching chair
at a right angle. "I like your office," she said.
It suits you."
"Thank you. Sit down."
He indicated the sofa and crossed to the bookcase built into the
wall. Sliding open a door to reveal a modern coffee machine,
he stood for a moment looking at it. "I can't offer
coffee. Janet, my secretary, usually has it ready for me
to simply turn it on. She left early yesterday, and apparently
forgot."
"No doubt she expected to come
in early on Monday and have it ready for you," Angelique
guessed. "If you'd like, I can make some coffee."
She smiled at his surprised expression. "I'm not
helpless, Barnabas. I've learned how to get along without
my powers. You sit down and I'll take care of everything."
She rose and set to work, knowing that he was watching her every
move.
"I spoke to Elizabeth last night,"
he said.
"What did you tell her?"
She turned on the coffee maker and came to sit down again, listening
as he gave her a brief recap of the story.
"I think we should work out the
details between us so that when you see her -"
"Of course." She noticed
that the coffee was ready and poured two cups, then took them
across to give Barnabas one.
"Thank you." He sat
back, sipping the hot liquid, seemingly relaxed. "Are
you ready to talk?"
"Yes. What was the name
of the friend who introduced us?"
"James," Barnabas supplied.
"And what was a poor, struggling
model doing at his party?"
"That is a good question,"
Barnabas said.
"Perhaps - if James was involved
in the publishing business and I had just done some work for his
agency -?"
"That will work. And he
invited you to the party to introduce me to the most beautiful
woman he had ever seen."
"And when we met?" Angelique
asked, intending to find out about their decision to marry.
Barnabas looked at her over his cup.
"I agreed with is estimation."
Angelique quickly placed her own cup
on the table, hoping he couldn't see how his comment had affected
her. "Did I meet your father before we eloped?"
"No. He refused to see
you."
"And where was the family estate
located?"
"Northern England. Not
far from Scotland."
"What was it called?"
"The house was known as Collins
House. We owned a small shipyard on the coast, my mother
had been dead for several years, my father and I were not close,
and I had no other family."
"You told her the story about
Nicholas and Cassandra, I assume?"
"Yes. I also told her that your
mother had been married more than once, and always to wealthy
men."
Angelique's eyes flashed once again,
and she rose to go to the window. "You're determined
to make me look like a fortune hunter, aren't you?"
"It's only a story, Angelique,"
he said, about to tell her that he knew she had never married
him for his money, but she spoke again.
"How am I going to face Mrs.
Stoddard?"
"I'm sure you'll have no trouble.
I believe that Elizabeth is rather sympathetic to you for some
reason."
"Of course she is. She's
a mother. She understands-"
Barnabas cut her off. "Shall
we continue?"
Angelique returned to her seat.
"You seem to be in charge."
"I am. The report my father
received contained names and dates of when you were seen with
other men, all wealthy, but no concrete evidence."
"Thank you for THAT, at least."
He inclined his head. "When
I ordered you from the house, where did you go?"
"Into London, to friends there.
I suppose I hoped you would reconsider, but when your attorney
contacted me, I realized what a foolish hope that was. Then
I -"
"Then you discovered that you
were pregnant."
"Yes. I signed the annulment
papers and went to Paris. Sarah was born there, and afterwards,
I began receiving offers to work that enabled me to hire a nurse
to take care of her. Then an assignment sent me back to
England, and I saw you again."
"Why didn't you tell me about
Sarah then?"
"I thought about it - until I
realized that you still thought the worst of me. I knew
you'd fight me for Sarah and what hope did I have of winning?"
"So. You made the decision
to raise our daughter without any help. from me. What about
Rumsen?"
"I never told him. Sarah
was in school, and I planned to tell him, but I discovered his
connection to Nicholas and the marriage ended. When I returned
to Paris, Sarah was ill."
"And you began turning down assignments."
His eyes were on her again, and again
Angelique went to the window. "Sarah needed me with
her. Not across the continent."
"I'm sure Rumsen's estate left
you well provided for."
"Yes," she said quickly.
"I'd better be getting back over to the hospital. Maybe
Julia has some news." She returned the empty cup to
the alcove. "Are you coming with me?"
"Not right now. I'll be
along in a while. There are some things I have to clear
up here."
"All right."
He waited until the outer door closed
before going to the telephone and dialing a number. Ten
minutes later, Barnabas was on his way out when the telephone
rang. "Hello?"
"Barnabas, it's Elizabeth.
I called the hospital, and they told me you had gone over to the
office. I think you should bring Angelique here to dinner
this evening."
He sighed. "I had planned
to spend the evening at the Old House."
"Roger won't be back until tomorrow,"
she reminded him.
"I'll ask her," he promised.
She was alone in Julia's office
when he entered. "Where is Julia?"
"In the lab. Sarah's still
sleeping."
He hesitated for a moment. "I
have an invitation for you from Elizabeth. She asked me
to invite you to dinner this evening."
"And you disapprove," she
said, noting his grim expression.
"Of your having dinner at Collinwood?
No. I simply hadn't planned on being there when you spoke
to Elizabeth. But now that I think about it, I'm beginning
to think it might be for the best. That way I can keep an
eye on you. Make sure you don't try to put anything over
on Elizabeth."
Angelique was on her feet instantly.
"Why you - You are the most infuriating-. I don't want
to put anything over on any of your family. And I resent
your implying otherwise. As much as I've tried to deny it,
you ARE Sarah's father, and she IS a Collins. I've no intention
of using any of the Collins family every again. Especially
Sarah. I love
my daughter, as hard as that may be for you to believe -"
Julia heard the raised voice in the
corridor and didn't bother to knock before entering. "Do
you mind? This IS a hospital, remember? Whatever you're
arguing about I suggest you do it somewhere else."
She sat down. "Now, do you want to do that - or hear what
I've found?"
"You've found something?"
Angelique asked, sitting before the desk as her knees became shaky.
"I did a specialized blood culture
yesterday. It's something that most doctors wouldn't have
thought to do. Only my personal experience led to me conduct
this particular test. There's a virus in Sarah's bloodstream
that is attacking her system from inside."
"Can you stop it?"
Barnabas asked.
"I'll try to isolate a serum,"
Julia said. "I can assure you both that it's not a
form of cancer."
"Thank God for that," Barnabas
breathed.
"Yes. Poor Sarah,"
Angelique said. "She's such a loving little girl.
She's never done anything to deserve this."
Barnabas' voice was barely audible
as he said, "Perhaps she's being punished for our sins.
Will she have to stay here, Julia?"
"Not really. The next step
will be to find the serum, and I don't need her here. I
can go see her at the Old House -"
"That hasn't been decided, Julia,"
Angelique said, sitting up straighter.
"As far as Sarah's concerned
it has. After her talk with Barnabas, she's looking forward
to living t the Old House."
Frustrated, Angelique murmured, "Excuse
me," and hurried from the room.
Barnabas didn't move, simply stared
at his hands on the top of his cane. "You're being
deliberately cruel, Barnabas."
"Perhaps. But she was equally
cruel to keep Sarah from me."
"I can understand her reasons
- and I'm sure you will, too, once you let yourself. That
love-hate relationship of yours almost destroyed you both more
than once. It's not just you and Angelique any longer.
Sarah will be caught in the middle and she doesn't need to be
forced to choose between her mother and father right now."
"What would you suggest I do,
Julia?"
"Come to terms with Angelique.
Accept that Sarah is as much her daughter as she is yours."