Although Lily was small in stature,
Ordinary and poor, she did radiate
Confidence and faith that she
Was the perfect choice for the
Job of governess. Like her heroine
Jane Eyre she was not to going to
Be Intimidated by Mr. Thornber.
He may be big, boisterous and brusque
But she could match his demeanour
With sense and not sensibility. She
Could let wisdom be her teacher
And guide in how to deal with an
Imposing man like her employer.
She would treat him with the utmost
respect and not do anything to cause
friction or disagreement between them.
She was there to be governess to his niece
Not to be his friend or companion. It was
Strictly business between them and was
Likely to remain that way. After all, it was
Foolish to think that he would ever look
Upon her with a romantic interest.
Besides, he was the steady companion
Of the beautiful Kate Renshaw. Oh yes,
She was beautiful and rich. She was an
Accomplished piano player and singer.
She was everything Lily was not.
Lily sighed and set aside her book.
She got up and walked over to the
Fireplace. “I should be thankful,”
She mused as she watched the flickering
Flames burn the embers. “I have a job I
Love, a pupil I adore and I have my faith.
Yet…I feel that I should go mad if I have to
endure one more night without seeing him.”
She didn’t know what it was that alerted her
That someone else was in the room. She
Turned around and her heart leapt to her
Throat when she saw the tall and familiar
Figure of Mr. Thornber.