Spires of Dreamers

By Danielle Nelson

A woman. A man. One meeting. This is not enough for many people, but for this couple, even a word was not necessary.

Back to the 50s. When Anne moved to Oxford, she did not imagine the disappointment, and several challenges she would face. Also was not in her mind that she would fall in love suddenly, with the only person she could not love.

“Will you be my wife?” He kept the calm features of a passionate man, and our eyes were penetrated in a magnetic and hypnotic way.
I nodded, and Thomas smiled.
“So treat me as your wife.” I asked.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Danielle Nelson
• Release date: Mar 4, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311461186

Danielle Nelson

I'm a lawyer and writer free time. I'm very fond of books and series. My favorite author is Jane Austen, I like all books she wrote; however, my favorite book is "Jane Eyre", by Charlotte Brontë.Currently, I'm watching "House of Cards", " The Man in The High Castle", The Tudors", and "The Borgias".I hope you enjoy the book.

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Chapter 1

After several drinks, she was completely out of her mind. She danced uncontrollably, putting her hands on men’s shoulders and twisting her body in a sexy dance. On the first night in Oxford, I expected to find guys wearing suits and prudent prudish girls, but that English woman was causing a furor, and she left a group of American girls speechless about the Old World's reputation.

She was not my friend, and I never saw her again, but that first night we realized young people could be quite similar, even with an ocean between them. Despite what everyone said, when she knelt, I saw who was really modern there.

Although shocked by the dance, we remember that someone in our group was showing herself likewise. Christine wore suggestive clothes; something her parents did not know, for sure. Her lips had a red lipstick; she was not wearing a cardigan to hide her exposed breasts, and she added socks to simulate a generous bust.

I think Christine lets people see too much, don’t you? I asked while Christine was twisting herself, no far from us.

Oh! She is offering her attributes in the most explicit way. All the men understand her intent. Louise says.

Louise, how can you say such a thing? Catherine asks indignantly. Especially, after what we saw. That girl behaves like a prostitute. She emphasized her words while the drunken girl falls near us. Christine is not as provocative as this one. We looked while a few men took the girl from the floor.

But, am I wrong? Louise was resentful about Catherine’s reprimand. Look at her. Christine is a real show-off too. She’s always wearing clothes that enhance her physical appearance, but not in a good way. They discuss.

Look! Mary said when Christine seems to kiss a stranger. But after what we witnessed, we could not be shocked at Christine’s kiss.

What’s wrong, Mary? Catherine responded. Christine is just... Experimenting... Uh! Catherine was taken by an incredulous stupor when she saw Christine sit on the man’s lap.

Oh, God! One of us has to get that girl. I leave my drink and get up. In a few steps, I was beside Christine and her new friend:

Excuse me! We are waiting for you, Christine. I emphasized her name and discreetly pulled her arm.

Anne Elizabeth Lewis! Christine demonstrated her state of intoxication using an agitated voice. With some difficulty, she pronounced my whole name. She tried to get up from the boy’s lap, but her legs failed. I helped her, and she was quickly on her feet:

I want you to meet my friend, Philip... huh? She had a sudden memory loss.

Harding. The boy said.

Yes! She gestures and laughed.

Oh! You can recall his first name, good for you, Christine. Let’s go, before you forget your own. I took her arm, and she was easy to drive. However, my quick steps were not suitable for a woman who put one foot in front of the other. Christine stumbled twice on the way to our table.

Well, well, well. Why the hell are you sitting in the corner? It’s not the best place to meet boys. She was sarcastic. You’re in St. Hilda’s ladies, and no Dad to watch you. She looked around, pretending to look for her father. I can’t sit here. She was so drunk that she cannot talk normally. Mary, let me sit on the edge, She demanded.

No! Soon you will escape again, and I will not spend my night taking care of you. Mary responds, waiting Christine sit.

Exactly, Christine! You sit in the middle, so we can put you under surveillance. Louise agrees.

Oh! Christine cries. Louise, you are severe this night. You too, Mary, but you Louise… I thought we’d have fun together. She complains and sits. Every woman knows this: first we have to show the best of ourselves, and cause some interest; then we pick up the best one who appears. She yawns. What are you looking? She asked. It seems that none of you do this, or even think about it. She shakes the shoulder. We all do that; I just have courage enough to admit.

Wise words, Christine. Louise ends the subject. Well, now we are here on our first night, a Christine said, far away from home, and I like to say that... Louise was interrupted by Christine’s laughter. Any problem, Christine? She asked.

Oh, Louise, you always begin... She laughs more. You speak like an old person.

I am not old. Just polite. Louise replies.

We’re celebrating, Louise! This is our independence, our freedom. We are here, without our parents, where we never imagined we’d be. She said. We’ll be away from America for a long time, and I must say, in case you don’t recall, that we have a vast ocean between us. She emphasizes.

You are correct, Christine, but... Louise is interrupted again.

Then, we must celebrate! Don’t make a conference here. Look at around. We have beautiful guys, with good smell, full of desire, and available. Certainly you’ll find someone attractive. She was looking at all sides.

To be honest, I think I will not. Louise passes the finger on the table, impatient.

Then, walk up. Go to the bathroom, maybe you find a gorgeous guy on the way. Christine was a humorous person, and we laughed at her insinuation, but Louise knew that was just the beginning.

Oh, Louise! Don’t be upset. Catherine says. We’re just having fun. We’ll have fantastic times here.

I should not be here. Louise complains.

Aww! We all respond.

Louise and Christine were as cat and dog. They did not understand each other, but, somehow, they were best friends. I do not know why, because Christine’s behavior was reprehensible, but Louise seemed to believe her friend would shape up; besides, she realized that Christine was a spontaneous companion. This relationship worked, and they both liked each other.

Chapter 2

Our first weekend began in a public house and ended on a tired Sunday after unpacking. We decided to reside in Bullingdon Road and not in a college dorm. We thought it was modern, but many girls did the same, because they did not want to live behind locked doors and have to jump walls late at night.

The world was different after the wars. Women had more choices than to decide which man to marry; we can work, we can study more, we can have dates without the permission of our parents, but some boundaries remain. The changes we saw excited our minds while the world was saying the women become selfish and individualistic. But, what we wanted was a life without the male dependence, and that was new to us.

Those times, the prime minister was a son of an American mother, and when I decided to come to Europe, even in an austerity period, I heard a lot about her.

She was a New York citizen, just like me, born in a wealthy family, just like me, but she represented many girls who crossed the ocean to marry aristocrats. I walked away from home to be far from Mrs. Lewis’ eyes and take part in the independence I craved. In my time, the parents want marriage, but girls do not need to have a husband to take the first steps towards independence. Therefore, the similarities between Mrs. Churchill and I were restricted to find a way to live, but motivated by different reasons. Of course, my mother thought I was looking for a wedding since I was not successful in NY, but I was eager for living by myself while I did not meet my exemplary husband.

We were just single girls excited about life, eager to make a big and sudden changes in our lives and this expectation warm our excited hearts.

Despite our eagerness for freedom, in our dreams remain not only the liveliness and independence. We are in the middle of changes, so independence did not replace the dream of finding a prince. It prevails in some of us, or all, at some point in life.

Judging by the initial behavior, Catherine and Louise surrendered to the romantic charm easily.

Louise was eager to meet a man with talent, kind, beautiful, sincere, rich, and any other appropriate qualification for a prince. While she rejects everyone who passed in front of her for ignored reasons, she contradicted herself, saying that she was a person of flexible behavior. However, we all know that she felt an attraction for one person in especial, my brother James, although she denied her passion.

Catherine was demanding too, but the circumstances that brought her to England were very different. She suffered a single blow, and that was devastating. She was in love, the man proposed, but he was married and just took advantage of her. After that, she had a disagreement with her parents and moved away to be distant from them.

Christine chose the Britain to stay far away from her family, and a master’s degree was not her choice, but her father only dismiss her whether she was committed to something or someone.

Mary was the brightest of us. She was perceptive and had a natural rationality, but could simultaneously express her sensitive nature and be patient with us. I believe she was the last of us who thought about a prince, but she would not refuse if he appeared.

About me, I was not quite sure on my way. I had no intended to pursue a profession; however, I did not see me as my parents wanted, showing a happily married and social life in New York, just like my mother. I could have children, but I would not be successful guiding people, receiving distinguished members of society, fighting for space and needing to take pills to sleep at night. Certainly, I did not know the real reason for being enrolled in St. Hilda’s. I was not there because a whim, or at least I did not admit this fact to myself.

But how I was saying, to our luck, many things had changed after the war. We had freedom that other women did not experience before us; I could live by myself, it was no longer necessary to live in a dorm to attend college, an apartment was enough. However, the Male Colleges did not accept us.

So, we moved into an old and cramped apartment, and Mrs. Taylor was our housekeeper. At that time, if you had something like that, you are at least rich in that country.

Mrs. Taylor did everything possible to accommodate us while she struggled to extinguish the musty smell from our rooms and make all possible to make those foreign girls feel comfortable.

So, on Sunday, we organized our space, hearing the radio at the same time we appreciated some guys strolling on the street. Mrs. Taylor tells us that they knew about the home ladies, and plainly some boys try to attract our attention.

Mrs. Taylor’s conclusion was not that bad, because they seemed eager to make presentations on their bicycles, playing guitar on the sidewalk, or showing an athletic figure, like an elegant walk.

Oh, God! He’s the most beautiful I have seen so far. Christine exclaims when a gallant blonde boy shows himself.

You’d said that ten different times, Christine, Louise replies while changes the music.

I am very excited about the classes! Very! Christine emphasizes and dances around the room.

We will attend a girls’ class, Christine. There is no boy there. Mary responds, also curious about the boys outside. They don’t want us with them, She concluded with her charming voice.

But we’ll have many reasons to be outside. We can walk around the campus, go to Magdalen College every day if we want it. Oh! I barely can’t wait for that! Christine scratches on the window glass, as a person who sees the sun but cannot escape from the cold.

Look! How handsome that man is. Catherine peeked through the curtain. Mary runs to verify, and they both sigh for his beauty.

Open the curtain! Let me see him! As a bumbling kid, Christine exposes us to the boy’s view. He greets us sympathetically, and we hide from him, laughing. He was the first boy to interact with us. Others disapproved his attitude, but soon began to do the same.

Christine returned his sympathy, but when she realizes she was alone, she closes the curtains quickly.

Chapter 3

The first week was an intense feeling that one word could explain: hope. Hope, accused of moving the world, indeed, moved our hungry hearts, eager for big events and new people. This immaculate sense was extraordinary in our souls, and we felt capable of exploiting anything. If the spires can touch the sky, we can accept any challenge.

Then, to start the first day, we walked through the High Street, and after crossing the bridge, I stepped on the sidewalk, surrounded by mowed grass prepared for the big day. Before the brick buildings, I raised my head to see the building junction, a central tower. Trees in colorful green here and there, overshadowing the bench full of excited newcomers, while other girls arrive too, riding a bike, walking, laughing, meeting friends again and making new acquaintances. That was the spirit and the symbol of girls conquering new spaces.

It’s so beautiful. Louise sighs when she saw the view.

"What are students compared to old buildings and ancient people?" Christine provokes.

The building is new, Christine. St Hilda’s is from the last century. You can find older stuff around here. Catherine said.

Christine could tease us, but we were as the other girls: excited, with agitated steps, walking the halls with fluttering skirts.

Oh! We see girls everywhere. Just girls. We don’t have male companies… She complains.

You have to calm down, Christine. We’ll meet them at the proper time. I said.

Enjoy this experience for now. We’ll see them in some way. Mary responds.

The building was impeccably preserved; owner of unsurpassed cleaning and organization, with exquisite woods and heavy gates that induce us to forget the wars in recent decades. The leaves in warm color flew from one side to another, reaching the buildings feet with the calm wind. That gave the place a picturesque landscape with peculiar characteristics.

At the ceremony, prominent students wore impeccable clothes to represent the clubs and societies. We, newcomers, had at least one of them as guardian, to teach us the rules, and make us follow the instructions. They joined the masters to welcome us, to speech and assign the most relevant recommendations. So, the solemnity finished with a beautiful presentation: a ladies’ concert.

Their organization was disconcerting, and the recommendation had several norms that seemed directed to Americans students. They did not accept excuses for any oversight; we had to read the material and never forget the books, much less the good manners. To them, disrespecting rules and etiquette was seen as serious misconduct.

To contradicted people who thought that no one would be here, and nobody wanted to come here after so much destruction, we left America for the later stage of both wars.

My parents did not want me abroad, but after years without a proposal, my mother convinced my father that I should try Europe, and get married a nobleman.

But, they were wrong since the beginning. Mr. Lewis believed that I would live with my brother, but I lived with my friends. Mrs. Lewis believed that I would have a great marriage, and she could brag about that to all families who did not accept me as a daughter, but I would not marry as she expected.

Europe was destroyed; everything was destroyed. London was lost in half, and the restoring was a slow process. However, Oxford and Cambridge had been saved.

Despite one war after another, hopeful hearts believed in no more hostility, in spite of all the weirdness in divided Germany and dividing the world, without mentioning Korea. It was a new colonization that replaced the war, and a veiled dispute in foreign territory.

However, since people did not speak blitz again, there was no reason to shake the knees. Furthermore, we were no longer subordinate to our parents, and we were free to live as we wish.

However, things were not perfect. Catherine complained about the water, feeling an odor that no one noticed; she spent a week drinking juice only, but when she realized that was the water for the next years, she resigned herself. Moreover, she found satisfaction in the classroom and staying far away from her past.

Christine delighted herself in the bath every night, reciting some poems, listening Wagner one time or another, or even Dean Martin, but her favorite was my way, and she was always delayed. But, she found herself satisfied with St. Hilda’s activities. She was a good speaker and was involved with the social life of students; some of her American ideas were welcome to balls and sports activities, and she liked our motto: non frustra vixi.

Louise believed the change was a reason to increase her clothes with lovely finery, but the clothes she chose were the same from home. If somebody refers to her as an American, she was resentful; she couldn’t understand how a person guessed her origin, although she was completely ignorant about the accent or other differences.

Soon, Mary realized that research and classes were not enough. It was her habit to read the news about the differences noted in other people, and the kindness she dedicated to the English, sometimes she devoted to American. She emphasized punctuality and the exigency like a nation’s code. There were many differences whetting her curiosity, so to understand the people who welcomed her, Mary investigated other ways to live with them beyond the classes.

About me, the bad weather sometimes makes me angry, and I spoiled several shoes in puddles during rain storms. Furthermore, the food was different, with tea here and there, but I liked it; and we met girls from all over Europe, so diversity brought variety. Despite missing America, nothing surpasses the beautiful day with sunshine, and the sense of freedom that I experienced.

Moreover, this was the first time I was far from my parents, and just thinking I have not to hear the harsh criticism from my mother was a reason for small delight.

Chapter 4

Sometimes, I feel like one of that southern people who goes to Washington; probably they feel the ricochet hit their body and, occasionally, shoot the head... James was sitting next to me, and we were enjoying the sun after rainy days.

Don’t say that, James. This cannot be so bad. You are not an inappropriate person; it’s just the first week. We’ll meet nice people and make friends. I said.

They are not friends, not friendly. He sighed. I thought men can be polished without showing those mobsters traits, but even here... He said.

Oh, Jimmy... I did not face him. I did not dare to talk about it. He continued eating his blueberry dessert, and I eat my ice cream, in silent.

My brother felt uncomfortable and sometimes persecuted, but he did know why. James was not a manly man, though he had strong features, earnest eyes, and square shoulders. He had a good aspect, and the girls loved his gentle manners; but in general, he was not a boy with masculine conduct and some people noticed that.

He was not used to being teased about his behavior, and a mere meeting provoked lack of confidence about himself. He feared the gossip about him or his fellows; his heart was hurt since his days in NY, and he became a victim of his peers.

Thus, far from family and friends he thought it would be different, but the same happened; however, he did not accept the reason for being harassed.

That means they are envious of you, because they are not so good with girls as you are. All my friends adore you, and it does not happen to anyone. I said, and he cast a skeptical look.

They think I like my beauty too much... He confessed.

Oh! I never heard so envious comment. Notably, these boys are envious of you. Look how handsome you are, friendly, well-liked by the girls. He was sweet with the women, indeed. You need a girlfriend, just that. I touched a sensitive topic. He changed the subject:

Let’s forget it. Tell me, how are things in St. Hilda’s? He asked.

We’re going well. The first class was a little frightening. Teachers are rigid, as expected. They are like rocks, demanding, and we don’t have enough time to read, or write... I have to learn how to do research and I don’t know how start. I sigh. Oh, God! How they are punctual and organized! I exclaim. This was something that consumed my memory for a few moments.

You have to follow them. He retorted.

"Yes! And how they like to scold us. ‘Where did you get this?’, or ‘How did you get here?’; I don’t know why they worry so much." I said.

They like to embarrass the people; that’s what they do, He said resentfully.

The punctual classes begin at eight o’clock and finish at the time. Neither more nor less. Sometimes, I just want five minutes, but they finish on time. I tried to extricate his anger. The professors know the entire schedule by heart and are pretty flawless about it. I believe they spent time practicing during the summer. We laughed.

To tell the truth, they shouldn’t do anything different for many years. Who is the newest teacher among them? He asks.

Oh, Mr. Baxter is fifty years of work. We laughed again. I think that is Mr. Devenish, who teaches for seven years, at least. He is probably the youngest. I concluded.

To me, that is Brownlie. I believe he is young. He said.

Yo’re probably right, although I don’t know him because he doesn’t teach at St. Hilda’s. To be honest, they seem to be very dedicated to their work, but I think they have life, family, except Mr. Hillier; he is very... Boring. I find the word. "He feels very sturdy for nothing. He wants to be flattered by his position, and he has a high self-esteem about everything he does. We have to revere him, and when he decides for one, he thinks the poor girl has the pleasure of serving him. ‘Close the curtain!’, or ‘Turn on the light!’. He thinks that he is better than us because he is a man." While I complain, James did not hear me because he was looking for a couple of guys. I soon realize what he was doing, and I left him, indignant about his behavior.

Anne! Anne! He runs after me, but I went to the library. I was agile to shake him off, despite carrying two heavy books and some papers.

Oh, God! The book and some papers fell. Apart from James to keep bad behavior, I was assuming in my angry character at the library.

May I help you? He says.

No, I don’t need it. I get up a hurry, but I saw another feature, not James. Oh. I am sorry. I thought you were someone else. I blushed. A boy kneels and takes my papers.

May I carry your books? Do you mind? He lifts his face and looks into my eyes; still holding my briefcase and some papers.

Oh! It is not necessary, but thank you. I answer, breathless.

I see! Well, this is not my concern, but if he leaves you by yourself, with two books in hand, you probably don’t have to worry about his opinion. Shall we? He smiled.

I do not know what you saw, but that is not what you are thinking, I said while he gazed at me and hold my books.

I am Andrew Seymour, by the way. He extends his hand.

Thank you, Mr. Seymour. It’s a pleasure to meet you, but I need to go. It was not my intention to see James again, and he was looking for me, but the boy took the books to himself and gave a smile.

While we go to the second floor, you may tell me your name. He walks with my books; I have to follow him.

I try to show politeness, but I was not enthusiastic: I’m sorry. I didn’t want to seem rude; I’m... How do you know that I was going to the second floor? That was a spontaneous question when I realize his forethought.

Are you an American? He changes the subject in a relaxed conversation.

I thought this seemed obvious in England. They all look the same and identify a different person easily.

Yes, I am, and you? Are you a kind of soothsayer? I asked while people observe us.

He laughed, showing his white teeth.

I’m an observer guy; that’s all, He responds with all confidence possible.

Very well, Mr. Holmes. What more do you know? I ask while we walk among the tables from the study room.

You have a good sense of humor. I like that. You’re definitely American and are going to the second floor. He replied, as we ascended the stairs. He was not embarrassed at all. Do you need another book or these two are enough? He asks. If you need some, will be my pleasure to take them for you… He raised his eyebrows.

I have the books I need, thank you, I replied suspiciously.

It was unusual for a guy introduces himself, but he acted normal, despite maintaining unusual behavior outside rigid codes of conduct.

I think you know too much about me. Should I be worried? I was impressed. He gives me passage through the hall and walks beside me, as a good friend, while the girls look at us with too much attention.

I envy you for using the library so extensively. Sometimes, I see you sitting in that place, where that two ladies are practicing French. He stops in front of me. Something unique in that lamp or what? He questions with good humor.

The table is new. I said, and he laughed. Don’t be noisy, I replied. He had a beautiful smile and deep blue eyes. I mean, comfort can be a valuable tool for concentration. I smiled.

I chose another unoccupied table since my favorite was busy. It was not the same, but was tolerable.

I must say it’s a pleasure to make this journey with you, Miss... He smiled, and I felt a touch of sarcasm in his words, but I realized he was waiting for my name.

Anne Lewis. I replied, trying to contain any evidence of enthusiasm.

Lewis! He exclaims, showing a mischievous smile. I cannot wait for another journey through the library, He said without shame.

I cannot believe it! I exclaim spontaneously.

Why? Shall we go to the park? Indeed, it is a pleasant choice, Miss Lewis. I have to agree. He returns with kindness.

Very clever, I must recognize it, Mister… I did not remember his name.

Seymour. He completes my sentence.

Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Seymour.

Don’t thank me for it, Miss. Lewis. I hope see you again. He puts my books onto the table, and I follow his steps while he crosses the hall.

He had charming features and elegant clothes; I knew where he studied because his notebook has the insignia of Christ Church College. I stood for a moment, watching him until I realize that a few girls were observing me.

I renounced the watchful eyes on me when I sat. I open the book and notice that the girls were whispering. Quickly, I pick up the folder he carried and reordered the papers that had fallen when Mary came in excited steps:

Who was that guy with you, Annie? She asks eagerly.

Mary? Where are you coming from? I blush.

Don’t pretend you didn’t hear me, Annie. I saw you two coming up the stairs. I have been following you, these slow steps, one by one until you get here. She disdains my steps with a big smile. Who was that handsome? She asks, sitting next to me.

Oh, he is Andrew Seymour, I answered.

Is that true? Oh, Jesus! It’s certainly something to consider and don’t you dare to use your disdain again. She censures me. Look! Louise and Christine are coming! They will love to know. She smiles.

Who will love to know what? Christine asks.

Anne was with a boy, Mary responds excitedly. A beautiful one, I must say. She smiles.

Who? James? Louise asks. Did you lunch with James today, didn’t you, Anne? Louise had big eyes looking at me, trying to get information about my brother’s whereabouts.

I did, dear. I quickly remembered James and his habits. Sometimes I was irritated with his behavior just like others, but soon I let my anger aside. But, when I came to the library, some objects fell, but a very polite guy offered to help me. I explained.

Don’t be modest, Annie. He is not an ordinary guy. Mary said.

Who is this guy? What is his name? Know his name is something. Christine replies, looking around, looking for the man.

Andrew Seymour. I demonstrated my contentment smile.

Oh, God! Louise put her hand on the chest and exhibited a nervous feature, like someone who had an attack, leaving us afraid.

Louise? Are you ok? I asked immediately.

You must be talking about ANDREW SEYMOUR III! She exclaimed loudly, and some people asked for silence while others girls wanted to hear each word.

How do you know about him, Louise? I was confused with this superfluous knowledge of hers. Louise had a tendency to pursue certain male models of society because she believed those men were heroes with high spirit and brave character.

Don’t you have a file or one of those encyclopedias about nobility at home? She asked, but we denied. Oh, I forgot! You are too American for that. She raised her eyebrow to express her disapproval. I have my European relatives, even though you too, but you don’t care about your origins, She said haughtily. For this reason I made several, several queries before I came here, She emphasizes, without embarrassment.

Oh! It’s a great knowledge. Christine teases her.

Don’t get me wrong, Christine. I know this gentleman because I like to know the Royal Biography and just that. I know other people who do the same. You may disdain, but you do that also, after all, everyone knows who the Queen is. She snob us. By coincidence, I saw Andrew Seymour III because he is the godson of someone very important, She says.

So, do you know who is he? Mary asks.

Of course I know. He is an heir. Oh, God! With this new acquaintance, your mother will be very proud of you, Anne. She smiles. I had known he’s a student here. Others are also studying, but I have heard he is extremely handsome and very charming when seen in person. She sighs. It is a pity I wasn’t here to see him. She reflects.

Is he in your book too? Christine was ironic, but Louise pretended not to hear.

In fact, he is very charming, and his beauty is considerable. I expose my point of view. I realized that some people were looking at us with excessive interest, now I understand why. I reflected.

Don’t reduce his attributes, Anne. He is really beautiful, absurdly beautiful. Mary emphasizes. He is athletic and has a proper face. She describes.

Who, Anne? Catherine approaches.

Andrew Seymour some number. Christine mocked.

"Oh! What about him? Catherine asks.

He was with Anne, Louise responds with excitement. Anne met him. Can you believe it? She was radiant.

He did not mention the third. I was inspired.

He was modest, just that, Mary says. Also, he probably has a fulfilled name to say at first. They laughed.

Yes, something like Andrew Louis George Arthur Philip Andrew again, and finally, Seymour. Christine smiles.

I don’t know what reason. If I had a title, I would use it, that's for sure. Louise said.

Well, me too. Catherine agrees. But how was this meeting, Anne? She asks while she opens her notebook.

I dropped some things. He picked them up and we had a conversation. It was very brief, but enough for a chat. I said.

Did you do that on purpose? She asks.

No! I have no intention. My papers fell by accident. I respond, but she was not convinced.

And did you introduce yourself? The question of Catherine sounds like a response.

No, he did it. He insisted on knowing my name. I think aloud. I can say he is daring. I smile.

He probably realized that you are an American. They don’t do this with other girls, with English girls, especially. They do this with us because they think we are here to find a husband and we have money enough. Catherine exposes her reflection, and I remembered Lord Seymour questioned about my nationality.

Oh! You’re exaggerating, Catherine. It’s not true. I don’t know why you said that. People fall in love. Christine was redundant.

If we cross the Atlantic, everyone knows that we are rich and want to find a husband. We were not raised as they are, with all these strict rules of conduct and they know that. Catherine said. Besides, the British people think they exert a charm on Americans because they live with pomp from ten centuries past, She says.

It’s what a call a bad mood. What has happened to you? Christine asked.

I must say that you remind me saying these things, Catherine. Mary looked serious, but she laughed at the end, and we followed her. It was rare to witness such a view from Catherine. Anyway, I think if a man has an interest, he will find ways to meet, always. Maybe this is the case. Mary exposes while the others agree with her.

He saw me a few times on this floor and took the chance. I think this might be true, Mary. I said. I want to believe in that.

Whatever. Catherine opens the book while we are looking at her. Oh, Anne. I’m sorry. I’m very happy for you. I’m not acting with indifference. Catherine touches my hand. He probably is an amazing man; I’m eager to see him. I’m very sorry. She smiles.

Don’t bother with this, Catherine. It’s nothing. I smile. We are terribly delayed, aren’t we? I picked up the pen.

We have to study. I need to improve my education and be better in tests, besides this bad weather is annoying me... Catherine says. It’s raining too much. I destroyed three pair of shoes in two weeks. I’m not comfortable with all this rain and water... As she complains, we open our books. Have you noticed the sewer doesn’t work here? We see a puddle in every corner. We cannot walk around because the streets and sidewalks are flooded. My feet are wet right now. She still complained. Well, now you, my friends, have pity for me. I need the help of each one of you. Who is this Fitchford? She was afflicted.

Chapter 5

After that episode, James disappeared for a few days; Lord Seymour did the same. I used the library often, but I never saw him, until I forget that I met him.

However, Louise was there to remind me. She used her skills in nobility research to discover that Andrew has two older sisters. He was born in Norfolk, where his parents married, and lived there until his father became Earl of Whittingham. His full name is Andrew George Philip Seymour III, great-grandson of George Seymour, the richest man in England at his time.

Besides the real blood of the family, Andrew’s paternal uncle married an American. The family had not a single divorce, and the boy’s parents were kind and beloved by society, always attending major events and promoting honorable ceremonies.

Even busy with curiosities about Seymour, Louise did not forget to ask for James and the reasons for his disappearance. I avoid her questions, so she found her ways. She saw him at the Abbey, and they talked. I did not ask what she was doing there, and I doubted that Louise had an appointment there on a rainy morning.

He has a good mood, as always, and he was with a friend, you must know the fellow, Sebastian King. They were practicing exercises together, walking around the town. Her eyes expressed a satisfaction, and I was sure that she had no idea about my brother’s behavior.

I never met James’s friends. I thought about that couple of guys, and I felt disgusted about his conduct in my presence.

You both have a strange relationship, Anne. James is friendly; he is a friend of us, why don’t you meet his friends? Louise’s words disapproved me.

I controlled the impetus to tell her about the furtive glances I witnessed, minutes after James complain about how people treated him. To explain to Louise – a great admirer of him - that I do not like to see such things was difficult.

James has no friends here, Louise. This guy is not his friend. I was uncomfortable.

They were together early morning, how is it possible? Why is that? She asked insistently.

The flirtation scene came to my mind again, but I deflect my thoughts about this time.

Well, James is very American; he doesn’t like the foreign. I lied.

Are you saying that he is an elitist? She asked.

Oh, no! He is not, dear. He has difficulty to conciliate differences. James always lived in America; you know that. I smile. 

I think he needs company to facilitate his adaptation. It’s the only way he has to surpass this kind of feeling. Anyway, I invited him to dinner next Friday. I think it will be good for him.

As she spoke, I realize that she was blind to his character. It was evident that Louise did not understand anything, and James was a discreet man, though he could not escape from all eyes as he wished.

I thought it was good if he courts her. Louise was my friend, I did not want to bring trouble to her life, but I would love if James resolved his issues and found a way to be happy with a respectable woman.

Louise was beautiful, friendly, and there was nothing wrong with her physical attributes. Maybe a relationship would cure James, and Louise was ready to date him. About all the guys she expressed interest, James was her truly passion.

After our chat, I tried to study since I had my first tests, but it was not easy to concentrate, because I thought about James and a way to assist him. He was my brother, and I wish he had a good life, as I aspired for myself, but was not easy to forgive him. Nevertheless, I decided to talk to him, and a good way to do that was having a meal after a movie.

I've been busy, you know, He replies after I complain about his absence. In fact, I can be occupied here, to my surprise. James seemed intimidated as if he were talking to Mrs. Lewis.

It is not a good excuse to stay away from your sister. I grumbled gracefully. Well, I hope you are prepared for the tests, after all, weeks passed since we met, I said.

Oh yes! I know that. He was shy.

Otherwise, I'll have to tell to Mr. Lewis about your performance in tests. I smile.

I found Louise the other day, He changed the subject.

Really? Where? I omit my knowledge.

On the street, near the Abbey. I can’t believe she didn’t tell you. He said.

What was she doing there? I asked.

Didn’t cross my mind to ask. He looks down.

Louise is nice, isn’t she? I tried to find some trace of interest in his eyes.

Yes, she is. It’s pleasurable talking to her. We had a chat, but you know, started to rain, so she had to go. He answered, looking away.

We were silent for a few moments.

I must say that she has a crush on you, I reported.

Do you think so? He asks without interest.

I know, as a matter of fact. I stared at him, but he was indifferent.

Well, I’m flattered to know that. He did not look at me.

Is that what you have you have to say? I asked, but he did not answer. James, I think you two should date. Suddenly, I said; I startled him and myself. After talking, I realized I was acting without my friend’s consent. But I did not know how to do it or how to deal with the situation; I wanted to see him as a normal person, with a girl, and well treated by people.

I don’t know if it’s a good idea. He was annoyed.

James, she is an American just like you, and not the southern type that you mock.

I don’t mock Americans, He answers quickly. I don’t even think of doing that, and it’s not because we are far enough... He did not continue.

I see! Louise is beautiful, adorable, understands these issues about adaptation... I hesitated. Well, the point is, I think you make a cute couple, I conclude.

Look, I don’t know... He moves his head slowly.

Why? What is the problem? Louise is lovely and charming. Anyone sees that. I reinforced her qualities. You could date and have a normal life... I was suspicious, after all, I had touched a private matter.

I have a normal life, Anne. He gave me a sideways glance, trying to control his anger, but I saw I had affected his feelings with a simple comment.

I know. I didn’t mean anything. I didn’t mean that you have a different life. I just noticed you are alone. I tried to fix, but he realized. You have to date. I gave a forced smile. Just think about it. I shut up.

I was anxious about the role I played that afternoon. I do not know if that were good enough for both. However, I thought I owed that to Louise because the poor girl had no calm until she saw James or received tidings of him. If the relationship did not work, she would have the experience to move forward without regrets.

Chapter 6

After an extensive dedication to the first tests, we got the best prize: a Day off. But was not a simple day to rest. The wonderful day occurred with chairs along the field, and we’re stretching our bodies on the grass under the warm sun of Oxford, near to pinnacles who insisted on making the magic of touch the bright blue sky.

Meanwhile, boys screamed around the buildings and the women’s rowing team trained across the lake; people run here and there, and some guys were improving their soccer technique. We know nothing about soccer, but we content to remain on the grass drinking under a mild climate. It was ‘lovely’ enjoying the game, as the Britons would say, and the players were encouraged by the applauses of an enthusiastic crowd.

Catherine complained for days about lessons or anything, but she stopped that afternoon, when she had recovered from ‘fatigue’. She was a girl of extreme delicacy, probably influenced by her mother. She dedicates time for rest always she could and that made her appear a naive country girl.

Christine did not suffer from that sort of misfortune. She was ecstatic for the beautiful afternoon in front of the spires as she always does. Her parents had requested her presence with them in Venice, but a mistake on the dates prevent the meeting, which cheered my friend, absorbed by the possibility of dating after the tests.

It was not an unmissable opportunity, but all students were willing to walk around campus, go to buildings for no reason, except to find friends, and fill the cafes or pubs. That was an excellent opportunity to find anyone who had disappeared for a long period.

I did not see Lord Seymour since the library, so the day we met did not cause excitement in my mind anymore; I just stretched myself with my friends, enjoying an earned rest after the tests.

I have to say, this is splendid! Louise applauded the goal like a lady.

It was a good goal. Christine said, but she does not pay attention on the game.

A good goal? Did you see how they struggled to do that, Christine? Louise feels like she made a goal and her friend was not enthusiastic about it.

I saw, I saw. Christine leans to look behind a car.

Oh, you just blab and look around. You don’t see anything... Louise speaks as a person who has lost the hope.

I did not look around; I’m looking at one place, and only one. She takes off her sunglasses. Look at that one with strong arms. He is in my sight. Christine pointed the finger and emphasized her unruly behavior to disturb Louise.

Oh, Christine! Louise scolded her.

Please, don’t show your smile to him. Mary cried when he looked at us.

I’m not! Look! That’s James. I’m smiling at him. She laughs, and the guy smiled at her. James sees us and approach.

He is really cute and smiles to you too, Catherine observes. But I prefer another one, She said.

Who, Catherine? Mary was curious.

Another player. She makes secret.

Tell us who you are looking for. I requested.

Well, I don’t know. She shows shyness.

"Let me guess. Is that running guy?