***It was certainly the wrong time of year to be relocating. She had forgotten how cold Rhydin winters could be. Today it was only 8 degrees outside! And even keeping all the fireplaces lit, and the doors open in and out of each room, to allow air flow throughout the Manor...she was still cold. And to think in the beginning of Nov. she was complaining about being "too hot." Being a human incubator can do that to you, she imagined.
She was in one of two guest rooms rearranging the bric-a-brac, the waterpaintings by Monet on the walls. Vases, some empty, others filled to the neck with real flowers. The bed was a full size bed, had a beautiful quilt on the bed, with shams to match. The windows had wooden clapboards both on the inside and out. Above the windows were rods holding heavy baroque, made in the design of paisley, all in natural colors. During the winter the doors could be closed shut over the windows, and the heavy curtains let down to further keep out the cold air.
Placing different pieces of porcelain, sculpture and small enamel decorative plates on the mantel above the fireplace. On the wall above the fireplace she places a crackeled gold framed mirror, the width of the mantel. She wanted her home to feel "homey" to all who came to visit. She saw so many people who's homes looked so sterile....as if they were lobby's of hotels, rather than a home to relax, settle back and kick off your shoes in.
There was still the other guest room.....her room......the den....the music room....the Ballroom....a parlor....3 more bedrooms; which she didnt know what to use for.....a library....a kitchen nook....and last but not certainly least, the Baby's Room. Faith had to pace herself, as she wasn't aware she was with child, till she was 3 months along....and she felt awful cramping, and then fainted one day.
The maid servant called for the Dr. right away....her man servant moved her to her bed room placing her oh so delicately on the bed. After a very tense evening....the doctor told the staff to check on their Mistress, not allow her out of bed, unless absolutely necessary. And did they know how far along she was. Her man servant Steven, looked to the Doctor and asked innocently, "How far along in what?" Her maidservant Suzanne stepped forward and spoke to the Doctor in a low whisper. "Doctor, I dont believe Miss Faith knows that she is with child."
Seeing as she was still unconscious, Faith would be told by Suzanne. "I see." Said the Doctor, as he placed his medical instruments in his bag.
"Don't worry Suzanne....a doctor cannot reveal the health of his patient's to anyone." "Thank you, Sir." Suzanne said with a sigh of relief in her breath.
Suzanne kept a vigil by Faith's bed. When she awoke about 4:00 a.m. Faith asked Suzanne for a glass of water, and what happened. As Suzanne poured her Mistress a glass of water, she nervously returned to her, handing her the glass of water, helping her to sit up. "Well?" Asked Faith, holding her hand to her forehead. "Mistress....I am not certain how to say this. It is really something of a delicate nature." After taking a few sips of water, placing the glass beside her on the bedside table. Faith looked up at her. "Suzanne?" She could hear the fear in Faith's voice, as her beautiful emerald hues widened staring at her. Closing her eyes, then sitting on the edge of the bed beside Faith, taking her hands in hers, she tried to put on her best smile. "Mistress....you fainted. We called the Doctor." Faith lifted a brow then. "Go on." "Well I stood by while he tended to you. And.....well....Mistress Faith you are with child." Faith sat there holding Suzanne's hands, then let go laughing, she pushed her away. "You know...you almost got me there...it was from the heat and working to hard no doubt.....WITH CHILD!....really Suzanne! Nice try though..." Suzanne had folded her hands and placed them in her lap. She was looking down. Faith stopped talking and laughing. "You're not kidding are you?" Suzanne shook her head. Faith caught her breath, placing her hands up over her face, feeling ashamed. She began to cry. Suzanne did her best to console her. Faith was having none of it. Retrieving a hankie from a drawer, she handed it to Faith. "Please dont cry Mistress". Faith just kept shaking her head, and repeating the words over and over...."No....no.....no". Suzanne went to the chair next to the window and sat there to aide her Mistress, should she get out of bed.
After an hour or so, Faith fell back to sleep once more. Suzanne sat there till mid morning...sitting there sipping tea, checking on her Mistress, staring out the window of Faith's room...remembering the stories her Mistress had told her about her adventure's in Rhydin.
Faith reached down and gently rubbed her growing tummy. Her child was due before Spring. March 4th to be exact. Or that's as close as the Doctors can tell her. She believes it will be sooner than that. She had counted back, and knew that her pregnancy began in late June, early July.
Rubbing her tummy, she spoke to her child....."Momma is going to wait to do your room last, Little One. I want to see whether you are a boy or girl. While the painter's do your room, you can sleep in Momma's room with me. Walking slowly along, she made her way to a window and stared out... I believe you are going to love living and growing up here, Love. My Precious, one....." Her voice trailing off....her thoughts no longer on the Manor....staring, gazing out over Rhydin...she was getting anxious to get out and about....soon.***