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It is a truth universally acknowledged that secrets are destined to be discovered, especially when the walls (and windows) of a household have any number of eyes and ears to watch and listen. But what is the price of silence?? “My lips are sealed” is no longer the absolute guarantee of loyalty, especially when other principles, such as fairness and integrity take precedence.

Trafalgar House, Sanditon, Below Stairs

The door opened quietly into the hubbub of activity. Cups of tea being passed along, the maids and footmen gratefully accepting refreshments, while continuing their animated conversations. Mrs Hill, the Housekeeper, sitting next to Mrs Reynolds, the Cook, no doubt discussing culinary matters.

Morgan allowed a few moments before making his presence known, closing the door firmly and gently coughing, before making his way to his usual seat.

Voices instantly stilled, cups clattering in saucers, chairs scraping, as the staff hastily stood in deference to the Butler. He gestured with his hand and everyone sat down, their eyes trained on him rigidly. Mrs Hill hastened to bring him a cup of tea, which he accepted gratefully and smiled at all those seated.

May I voice my appreciation for all your labours today, both here and at the Assembly Rooms. Mrs Parker was most grateful, she particularly expressed her admiration of the results you achieved with Miss Heywood, Lily, he said directly to a young maid, who ducked her head, going a little pink.

Mrs Hill nodded in agreement, an expression of pride on her face.

Come now, Lily, you must learn to accept compliments. I’m sure Miss Charlotte will receive considerable attention tonight; she looked breathtakingly beautiful. Indeed, it seemed as if she was glowing.

Lily dared to look up.

Oh yes, Ma’am, she was so excited, kept talking about how she was sure it would be a memorable night and maybe, her future mean returning to her family in Willingden. And there was a lovely flower on the desk in her room, she brought it back with her earlier today from town. I think it was quite special, as Miss Charlotte kept holding it, caressing the petals, with this dreamlike expression on her face.

Wilcox, one of the footmen interrupted.

Maybe Mr Sidney will attempt to secure her hand tonight. I was over at the Assembly Hall, helping with the preparation and Mr Woodcock, The Crown proprietor was there. He asked me if I knew the colour of Miss Heywood’s dress. Apparently, Mr Parker had come down from his room a bit agitated. Something about needing to calm his nerves.

The other servants were nodding and smiling, Morgan noted. It wasn’t a surprise; Miss Charlotte had proved a most pleasant addition to the household and the attachment of the younger Parker noticed (probably before the gentleman knew it himself) and approved of. He was sure his employer, Mrs Mary Parker, had strong hopes too, after hearing snatches of the conversation with her younger guest about knowing who “The One” was. On their way out, she had stopped (looking very handsome too, he thought) to address him personally.

I hope we will have happy news to share tomorrow, Morgan, she looks so beautiful, how could any suitor resist her? were her parting words. The Butler was in wholehearted agreement - Mr Sidney deserved happiness. It was such a relief after The Regatta, when the rich widow departed without him - her entitled manner had not proved beneficial in terms of the household staff’s impression of the lady. Morgan had a long memory and there was no doubt that the delightful young lady from Willingden had succeeded in securing the affections of the younger Parker Brother.

But it wouldn’t do to voice his feelings now, important to set an example after all.

Let us see what tomorrow brings. There is no requirement for you all to stay up. Please take the opportunity to retire early, if you so wish. Good night. And he departed the room, sharing a meaningful look with Mrs Hill, knowing full well that the household staff would be up a while yet. Walking along the corridor to his office, he was looking forward to solitude and treating himself to a shot of whisky.

The Sanditon Assembly Hall

It was an impressive scene; the preparations had been worth it. Now, the glowing candles on the dazzling chandeliers bathed the room in shimmering light, while decorations added to the breathtaking effect and the guests were entering, dressed in their finery - many had stayed after the Regatta, a welcome bonus for the local businesses. The uniformed footmen from Sanditon House and elsewhere, only added to the general ambiance.

Sidney was watching, his only interest in the entrance of a certain young lady. Miss Charlotte Heywood. There she was, walking in with his beloved Sister-In-Law. What a vision! His future Wife (he prayed) was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Blue was an enchanting colour on her, although he was quite partial to gold as well. She was gazing at him too; it felt like they were the only two people in the room. Sidney chastised himself for his failure to offer himself as an escort tonight. But just as he attempted to move closer, his brother Tom, having greeted the two ladies most effusively, swept to the middle of the room, interrupting the dancing and declaring the Midsummer Ball officially in progress. Thankfully, he didn’t speak for long and Sidney began walking purposefully towards Charlotte, their gazes locked together in anticipation.

Standing by the doors, with a perfect view were two footmen from Sanditon House - Cartwright and Spratt, keeping an eye on the proceedings.

There’s a man who knows what he wants, murmured Cartwright approvingly. And who can blame him?! They make the most attractive couple.

Spratt nodded in agreement. He also happened to be courting one of the maids at Trafalgar House.

My Lily says the entire household expects a happy announcement very soon and she’s hopeful it might mean a new position for her.

Just at that moment, as Sidney was striding purposefully towards a particular young lady, his oblivious brother pulled him aside to speak with some gentlemen.

The two servants both made silent sounds of frustration, Lady Denham referred to that unfortunate gentleman in private as Disaster Parker.  Much to their disappointment (and that of the couple themselves), Mrs Parker & Miss Heywood were escorted to the dance floor by other guests.

As the dancing continued, other guests began arriving and the Assembly Rooms had never looked so full. The two footmen continued to watch with interest.

Miss Lambe and Mr Arthur Parker seem well-matched, Spratt remarked. She seems much recovered after her recent expedition to London.

Not a chance, not if Miss Diana has anything to do with it. Look how anxious she is watching them, replied Cartwright.

Charlotte and Mary were now recovering from their earlier dancing, both smiling, as Sidney again walked purposefully towards them, the anticipation and welcome in Miss Heywood’s eyes mirroring his own expression, as the older woman whispered encouragingly in her ear.

The two footmen were still in place, watching intently, willing Mr Parker on in his mission.

I don’t believe it; the universe must be against him tonight! Cartwright groaned, as Mrs Parker, for some inexplicable reason, intercepted her brother-in-law, presumably to wish him well.

Why on earth is Young Stringer muscling in? Spratt hissed. Anyone can see she only has eyes for Mr Parker! All her attention is on him. I’d cut in, if I were him.

The dancing continued, with Charlotte & Sidney continually darting glances at each other and the servants returned with drinks on trays, to serve to the guests. Both footmen noted how the couple kept track of each other, communicating silently, as the gentleman made his way through the throngs of people towards the doors. Shortly afterwards, Miss Heywood, quietly made her way in the same direction.

Do you think they are alone together? Spratt suggested. At least, it would put an end to the interruptions! Although maybe not entirely proper.

Cartwright shook his head, perusing the room. I doubt it, proposals are best done in view of others. After a few moments, he smiled. They’re up there. On The Balcony. Together.

Charlotte had indeed followed and there they were, up on the balcony again. Sidney was clasping her hands tightly, standing close to her, clearly declaring his intentions. But just then, the two footmen heard a terrible altercation happening out in the foyer and had no choice, but to leave their posts. Encountering an incensed Edward Denham, determined to gain entry, despite his Aunt’s strict orders that he would not be welcome. Cartwright and Spratt struggled in vain, to prevent him from entering the Assembly Room, but it proved impossible.

Unhand me, you blaggards! He shrugged them off, as he burst into the room, advancing towards his unfortunate target, Miss Denham.

Up on the balcony, about to utter the fateful words that would change his destiny, Sidney stopped, his attempt to propose, cut short. Later, he would berate himself.

Too many words, Parker. Propose first, voice your admiration afterwards.

The footmen observed his reappearance in the room, Miss Heywood behind him. Amid the horror of all concerned, as the dreadful scene unfolded, culminating in Mr Denham being removed.

Please tell me he managed to say the words to her, Spratt whispered.

Cartwright shook his head.

Somehow, I doubt it. Blast that Denham! What a scoundrel, good riddance to him. Let’s hope Mr Parker can dispatch him quickly and return to resume the conversation with Miss Heywood.

Little did they know the terrible events that were still to follow.

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As soon as that scoundrel Denham had been removed, the shock at his despicable behaviour quickly dissipated, with the murmur of voices replacing the horrified silence. No doubt discussing the unfortunate incident, a version of which would spread through society drawing rooms over the next few weeks.

Poor Miss Esther had fled to the nearest anteroom, quickly followed by Miss Heywood, who had been watching aghast behind Mr Sidney during the unfortunate altercation. It was not long before Lord Babington returned, looking grim faced and enquired of the two ladies’ whereabouts. He looked relieved, when he heard that Miss Denham was not alone.

Thank you, Cartwright, a dashed nasty business. Sidney insisted I return quickly and he would ensure Denham was deposited on the next coach to London. He’s such a good fellow, I know he had other happier plans for tonight, which reminds me that I need to give Miss Heywood a message.

Cartwright’s hopes of the successful proposal plummeted.

Surely, nothing else can go wrong tonight, he thought. He knew Lady Denham would have much to say on their failure to prevent her out of favour nephew from entering the premises.

I’m so sorry, My Lord, that we could not stop him ruining the evening. It was not for lack of trying.

Lord Babington nodded. They had now reached the anteroom and could see Miss Heywood comforting Miss Esther. She glanced up and whispered in her friend’s ear, before walking across to leave the room. Receiving the message from Mr Parker, she smiled her thanks and returned to the Assembly Room.

Cartwright stood outside the anteroom, deciding he wasn’t taking any chances! The couple inside were speaking softly, but occasionally, he caught a phrase or two.

Are you not disgusted?!

Tainted by my disgrace

I’m in love with you

I don’t want to own you

Walk through life by your side

Very well then

There was then a pause, he heard the rustle of Miss Denham’s dress, as she embraced Lord Babington and then, they left the alcove together, to find Lady Denham.

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Cartwright had resumed his position adjacent to Spratt, relieved that Miss Esther had accepted Lord Babington’s suit, he knew how elated her Aunt would be, even if the circumstances were less than ideal. The truth was that her scoundrel nephew’s behaviour had given his stepsister a stark choice- marry or face social disgrace. All the same, it was an acceptable match, Miss Esther had seemed much more alive in her now fiancée’s presence.

Do you think that’s all the drama we’ll see tonight? Spratt murmured.

I certainly hope it’s the case. Although I feel two engagements on the same night would be marvellous, Cartwright responded.

Indeed. However, it might be a while before Mr Sidney returns. Speaking of which, where did his sainted brother disappear to, the veritable Master of Ceremonies? It was his responsibility to deal with that unfortunate interruption, Spratt added.

This was a fair point, Cartwright thought. It was certainly interesting that the elder Parker had disappeared at that point, leaving his younger brother to deal with the melee. However, local opinion of Mr T Parker was not complimentary, you only had to speak to his employees to know how badly they regarded him. Purchasing that costly necklace for Mrs Parker, rather than pay the wages, had only added to the grievances against him, especially when these men were subsequently struggling to feed their families. Rumours had spread after the cricket match that he had fled to London, after his long-suffering wife made her displeasure known.

In a developing seaside resort, local gossip and rumours travelled spectacularly quickly, especially when a man as inept as Parker was in charge.

All bluster

Full of hot air

No business acumen

Lack of integrity

Untrustworthy

These were just some of the opinions circulating around Sanditon, relating to Mr T Parker, of which he appeared either oblivious or only believing his own inflated ego.

However, it seemed as if these issues would be excused, if the development was successful and after the success of the Regatta, that now appeared feasible. The irony being, of course, that the inspiration had come from Miss Heywood - what a refreshing young lady she was! If only Mr Sidney had come to his senses earlier, they really were a perfect match.

Where is my brother??!

The anxious voice of Miss Diana Parker intruded stridently into the footman’s thoughts. She seemed exceptionally overwrought, even for her usual hypochondriac tendency. He remembered that she and Mr Arthur had left abruptly earlier, after she disapproved of his energetic enjoyment, while dancing with Miss Lambe.

Had something happened? She appeared to be on her own.

They pointed her in the right direction and not long after, she left again, quite hurriedly, with Mr Parker following, as well as Miss Heywood. There was definitely something amiss. They all appeared quite agitated.

Cartwright and Spratt exchanged bemused looks, both imagining different scenarios which might have arisen.

Had Mr Arthur suffered a serious malady?

Could Denham have escaped Mr Sidney and left him injured?

Was there a drunken brawl at The Crowne?

Whatever it was, the other guests seemed completely unaware. Maybe that meant it was a trivial matter or the other possibility was something dreadful that could not be publicised.

It felt like an eternity. In reality, it wasn’t. Mr Robinson, one of the workers, looking disheveled and devastated, burst into the entrance and pushed past the footmen. They saw him go straight to Young Stringer, grabbing his arm and whispering urgently in his ear. The colour drained from the young man’s face and both of them left abruptly. As they went past the footmen, phrases of their agitated conversation were audible.

How did it start?

Is Father still inside?

The flames were spreading quickly.

Cartwright was aghast. This sounded like a nightmare. Had a fire started? He decided very quickly that he needed to investigate.

Cover for me, I need to investigate how bad the situation is, he hissed at Spratt and quickly turned and left, before the other man could object.

It wasn’t long before he could hear the pandemonium a few streets away and feel the heat. Quickening his pace, he came to a shocked halt, taking in the devastating scene. Fire was tearing through one of the apartment blocks, flames shooting up higher and higher, toxic smoke fumes billowing, sounds of explosions and shouts of alarm. Many of the local people were forming a rescue effort, pumping water, attempting to douse the flames ripping through the buildings. Mr Sidney and Mr Arthur were among them, while Miss Charlotte had coordinated a line to deliver the water. Even in such an appalling situation, she and Mr Sidney were demonstrating how well they combined together, every so often exchanging concerned glances. Stringer was being held back from rushing into the building, no doubt because he feared that Stringer Senior was still inside. If that was the case, he would not have survived, what a tragedy that would be.

Cartwright suddenly noticed the other Parker brother. He was frozen in place, like a statue, just looking in horror at his dreams going up in smoke. At that moment, the footman had an uncanny foreboding, that this was a disastrous night for the entire Sanditon community.

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It was a scene of devastation - fire blazing through the apartment block, destroying everything in its path, smoke fumes billowing, explosions reverberating in the night air, deafening the eardrums, the night sky glowing orange.

As Cartwright watched in horror, more people were arriving to join the emergency effort: word had clearly spread to local homes and of course The Crowne. Mr Sidney & Miss Charlotte were at the heart of it, directing the water buckets and pumps, with more equipment arriving, in a bid to extinguish the flames. Mr Arthur had been dragged back by his concerned sister, they were both watching the destruction in appalled silence. Then Cartwright noticed that the older Parker brother had disappeared, where could he have gone? Was it possible that he had returned to the Assembly Rooms to raise the alarm?

I must return there, much as I would like to assist, the footman decided. And so, he turned back towards the venue, praying for divine intervention, although in his heart, he felt only dread, as if the pendulum of fortune had swung irrevocably one way.

As he arrived in the entrance lobby, Spratt beckoned to him urgently from a corner and he made his way there quickly. To his surprise, the other footman pulled him behind the curtain, hiding them from view.

Why did you take so long?! I had to make excuses to the Great Lady herself. After hearing the happy news from Miss Esther, she declared they would retire to Sanditon House for a private celebration. Although, more likely, she wanted to remove her niece from any unwanted conversations and further gossip. Lord Babington accompanied them, looking most gratified. Other guests soon started leaving too, especially after virtually all the Parkers had suddenly disappeared. And of course, the worker bursting in like that didn’t help. Rumours of an emergency spread quickly.

On the one hand, Cartwright was relieved - at least he wouldn’t have to face his employer just yet and hopefully, the betrothal of her niece to a titled Lord would temper her wrath, when she discovered the situation. But, if the disaster proved as terrible as he feared, Mr T Parker would bear the brunt of her anger. He decided that the best course of action was to stay on duty, until told otherwise. He quickly informed Spratt of the events he had witnessed, which silenced any further protests and they quickly returned to their duties, although it was evident that the number of guests was rapidly decreasing and the music had already stopped.

Mary Parker was feeling anxious. She had observed Diana returning without Arthur, looking quite fretful and whispering in Tom’s ear agitatedly. He had quickly left with her, Charlotte as well, with not a word to his Wife. Time had ticked by, with no sign of anyone returning: no messages received and several guests were looking uneasy. Even more so, after Mr Robinson arrived, taking James Stringer with him. She remembered the young man enjoying dancing with Charlotte, she had watched them whirling and swinging around, regretting intercepting Sidney - he had clearly been intent on reaching the young lady. Still, before that awful Denham interrupted, she had spotted a couple together on the balcony, recognising the blue dress and smiling to herself. Maybe later tonight, she could ensure that they had a private moment at Trafalgar House. It was such a relief that they had accepted the inevitable attraction between them; she had been frustrated by how Sidney in particular fought hard against it.

Poor Esther Denham though. Such dreadful insinuations. But it looked like she had accepted Lord Babington - Lady Denham had lost no time in leaving with the two of them, there was no doubt a wedding would follow within the month.

But now, Mary was concerned that an emergency had occurred, what other reason could there be for her husband’s continued absence? More and more guests were leaving - she saw Georgiana following Mrs Griffiths and decided to join her. After it became evident that no one had any news, they all walked out to the foyer, where Mary approached the footmen.

Gentlemen, thank you for your help this evening. I have decided to return home and wait for news from my husband there. Please could you ensure the remaining guests are looked after? Many of them are already leaving anyway.

At Trafalgar House, it had been a quiet evening. The children were sleeping soundly upstairs in the nursery, some of the servants had ventured out to The Crowne, others were relaxing in the kitchen; chatting together and playing cards.

There was the steady tick tock of the clock on the wall, as the pendulum swung to and fro; Mrs Hill had retreated to her parlour adjoining the kitchen, with Mrs Reynolds accompanying her.

In his office, Morgan was also enjoying solitude and reflecting on the last few months, with the highs and lows experienced. He truly hoped that there would soon be a new Mrs Parker, it would be a hugely popular match. The butler had his reasons for wishing for such an outcome, not least of which was Mr Sidney himself. It had been such a joy to see that young man he remembered emerge gradually from the protective shield he had built around his heart, only allowing his family access and even that was limited. Morgan had no doubt that Miss Heywood had breached those defences thoroughly and seen the true character underneath. It didn’t hurt that she was so naturally beautiful, which the younger brother obviously appreciated and who could blame him?! According to a letter from Mrs Hodges, the Housekeeper at Bedford Place in London, Mr Parker had been entranced by the vision in gold that he escorted to Mrs Maudsley’s Masked Rout.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her on their way to the carriage, mumbled something about not waiting up and took his place next to her, after ensuring the young lady was comfortable. Very distracted indeed and no wonder! Such a lovely person too, Miss Charlotte charmed the entire household.

The lease on Parker House happened to be expiring soon, with Mr Hillier intending to move to Bath. It would be the perfect home for a newly married couple and in time, their own family. How wonderful that would be, more Parker children to indulge and Mr Sidney would be a most natural parent. Lost in his thoughts, listening to the regular sounds of the clock ticking, Morgan was close to dozing off.

BANG!!  BANG!!

His eyes flew open, his heart racing. The window was slightly open and the sounds had come from outside.

Maybe it was a dream.

But No. He heard the sounds again, no doubt about it, like explosions. And then, an alarm, like a bell ringing. Morgan stood up, not sure what to do. Perhaps something had happened at The Crowne - with the Midsummer Ball, many townsfolk would have gathered there, alcohol would be flowing freely. He frowned, not sure what to do.

Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door. Followed by another. And a voice. Mrs Hill.

Mr Morgan. Please come. There’s apparently been a terrible disaster.

Abruptly, he opened the door and followed the housekeeper swiftly to the kitchen. There were some new arrivals, a group of local people. He listened to their distraught voices, his concern rapidly growing.

A Fire

Old Stringer likely inside

Spreading fast

We need more volunteers to assist

Already, the group of servants left in the kitchen were standing to leave. Mrs Reynolds was insisting they take refreshments for all concerned. Then, all was deathly quiet, with only the Butler, Housekeeper and Cook left, staring at each other, the dread seeping through them. Now the ticking of the clock seemed to become louder. Morgan had the strangest sense it was mocking him, taunting even.

The Pendulum Swings

Like Life

And Nothing Can Change Its Course

He swallowed, morbid thoughts racing through his mind, before he chased them away. They would need to be ready for the family to return home earlier than expected. And offer refuge to those who needed it.

Hours later, the fire was under control, the flames extinguished, just the embers left, slowly dying, as those remaining took in the scene of destruction. They were exhausted, grimy, their clothes and skin scorched and discoloured from the flames and smoke.

The local people stood together with Sidney, all of them united for once. Fred Robinson placed his hand on the younger Parker’s shoulder.

Thank you, Sir, your help is much appreciated. Such a tragedy, poor James is beside himself over it all. The doctor was with him at least, when I left.

Sidney nodded. They would have to wait until daylight to inspect the damage and locate Old Stringer. Apparently, he had been working by candlelight in the apartment, despite the concerns of his son. What had Tom been thinking? I loaned him funds to take on more workers.

They all shook hands, a few men would remain on watch, to ensure the buildings were not at risk of further incident. Sidney walked over to where Charlotte and his other siblings were sitting, she had looked so beautiful earlier and now her lovely blue dress was ruined. As he approached, they all looked at him expectantly.

There’s nothing more we can do here, at least it’s under control now. Let me escort you all safely home.

His brother and sister insisted there was no need and bid him farewell. Diana was very concerned about where Tom had disappeared to and Sidney promised her that he would search for him.

Picking up his discarded tailcoat, he gently placed it around Charlotte’s shoulders. She was shivering a little in the cold night air. Placing his arm around her, they walked to Trafalgar House together, both lost in their own contemplation of the night’s events.

Mary was still awake. On her arrival, Morgan had taken charge, which she was incredibly grateful for. He had sent for refreshments and made sure the drawing room was warm, tending to the fireplace. Only then did he gently inform her of the events he was aware of. She was shocked and then deeply concerned.

How had it started?

Where is everyone?

Why is there no word from Mr Parker?

How will we recover from such a disaster?

Eventually, tiredness overcame her and she dozed intermittently in a chair. It was there that Sidney & Charlotte found her, with Morgan behind them. On hearing that the immediate danger was over, she burst into tears, overwrought and overtired. Charlotte consoled her.

Try not to worry, Mary. The best thing we can do is go to bed and see how things are in the morning.

She allowed herself to be escorted upstairs - Miss Merryweather, her Ladies Maid, was waiting to help. Before Charlotte left the room, Mary turned to her and gripped her hands tightly.

I’m so sorry, Charlotte. Especially as I had such hopes for you tonight.

Downstairs, Sidney and Morgan were waiting, sharing a drink together, commiserating over the direction the night had taken. As Charlotte returned, Sidney stepped towards her, reaching for her hands. The butler discreetly left the room, waiting in the hall, with the door ajar. He could hear snatches of their intimate conversation.

Not the night I hoped for

It wasn’t your fault

So many interruptions

Poor Miss Denham

Such a disaster

I will continue our conversation

Then there was silence - Morgan imagined they were embracing each other and he decided it was deserved. A few minutes later, the couple walked out of the room together.

Thank you for your help, Morgan. I’m going to look for my brother - Miss Heywood is going to retire and attempt to get some sleep. We have to wait for daylight now, to assess the damage, Sidney explained.

Of course, Sir. I will escort Miss Charlotte upstairs. Miss Merryweather will assist her, as soon as possible.

Much later, Morgan was making his final rounds of the house before retiring. As he passed the study, there were faint scrabbling sounds and the butler frowned, stopping to listen. Silence. He shook his head and continued to the drawing room, extinguishing the embers in the fireplace. As he stood, yet again contemplating the circumstances the household now faced, the ticking of the clock echoed loudly in his head, like a portent of disaster. Up on the roof, a lone seagull surveyed the scene, watching the orange glow flickering in the distance.

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The household were permitted a later start than usual, after the dramatic effects of the previous night and the fact that many of them had not managed much sleep until the early hours. This was a welcome relief for some of the maids, to a chore referred to as “cobweb duty”.

Morgan was one of the first to appear in the kitchen and gratefully accepted a cup of coffee from Mrs Reynolds.

There you go, Mr M, we’ll need all the resilience we can get today. Mrs Hill is speaking to the maids in her parlour.

He thanked her and retreated to his office, mulling over the extraordinary situation they now faced. Once there was enough daylight, he expected the Parker brothers to assess the damage, although it was questionable that anything could be salvaged. Hopefully, Mr Sidney had located the older Parker overnight and persuaded him to return home. Once this catastrophe was resolved, they could concentrate on other possibilities, like an unfinished marriage proposal.

Having consumed his coffee, Morgan resumed his duties and set about checking the family rooms, before they started arriving downstairs for breakfast. Opening the study door, he went to open the drapes, when a sound behind him caught his attention swiftly. Turning around, he was shocked.

Mr Parker! I assumed you would have retired upstairs on your return.

His employer looked haggard and rumpled, attempting to sleep in a chair didn’t feel like an entirely sensible decision.

Ah, well, it was so late when I eventually returned with my brother and I didn’t want to disturb Mrs Parker. Could you arrange for a tray of refreshments to be brought in here, Morgan? And send my Valet, Stephens. I want to be ready when Sidney arrives.

The butler nodded and quietly left the room, noticing that there were documents spread all over the desk.

Could that explain the scrabbling sound he had heard the previous night?

The staff had started to arrive in the kitchen, looking exhausted and drained, which was hardly surprising. Morgan caught the eye of Stephens, beckoning him over, sending him to attend to Mr Parker.

Some of the whispers among the servants drifted across the room.

Such a tragedy and totally preventable

Utter incompetence

This could ruin everything

We might lose our jobs

The butler coughed gently to attract their attention. He had every sympathy with their concerns, but it was more important to focus on the current situation.

I understand it is a worrying time. Let us see how things progress today. In the meantime, we need to be ready to serve breakfast.

A few floors up, the house was stirring awake. In the nursery, Miss Benson, the Nanny, was dealing with her energetic charges, while below them, Lily was attending to Miss Charlotte.

Are you alright, Miss? I was hoping you would have happy news today, especially after the Ball last night. Although I heard it was a bit dramatic! Trust me to sleep right through it.

Charlotte sighed. She was feeling tired unsurprisingly, but Lily had become a welcome confidant and reminded her of her younger sisters.

Oh, Lily. It was going so well. We were up on the Balcony again and Mr Parker was about to ask The Question; it was so different from the first experience. But then, there was a terrible interruption and after that, we were alerted to the catastrophe. I quite ruined my dress.

The maid nodded sympathetically. The Ladies Maid, Miss Merryweather had shown her the blue dress, blackened with smoke and ash.

We might be able to get it cleaned, Miss Charlotte. I’m ever so sorry about everything. So is everyone downstairs. We’re all very worried.

Morgan was serving breakfast when Charlotte arrived downstairs. He noted that despite the tell-tale signs of exhaustion, the young lady was determined to remain cheerful, as she smiled brightly at him. By now, the butler was familiar with her eating preferences, pouring her a cup of tea and placing a plate of toast on the table.

There you go, Miss Heywood. I hope you managed some sleep. Mrs Parker felt it better for the children to take their breakfast upstairs. I am sure she will join you imminently.

The butler was proved correct. In the next moment, raised voices could be heard in the corridor and then the front door slammed shut. Mary rushed into the room, clearly upset.

How could he do this?! Do I not deserve to be consulted?!

She sank into the nearest chair, struggling to contain her emotions, not noticing the butler. Charlotte nodded at him and he left the room quietly.

Mary grasped her houseguest’s hand tightly.

I can’t believe it, Charlotte. How could he be so inconsiderate? No word for hours, I didn’t even know if he had returned. And now, he refuses to discuss the situation, just says that Sidney will sort it out! Why?? This is not his responsibility. Take it from me, My Dear, choose a husband carefully or one day, you will regret it!

Fortunately, she calmed down quickly. In the corridor, Morgan was enquiring of the footman Mullins as to who had suddenly left the house. Apparently, a note had arrived from The Crowne, presumably from Mr Sidney, which had resulted in Mr Tom suddenly leaving, hence the altercation with his Wife.

Returning to the kitchen, he noticed Stephens sitting with Mrs Hill, telling her the Parker siblings were meeting to assess the damage. And apparently, the initial inspection had found Old Stringer in the wreckage.

But it doesn’t sound like the fire did for him. They reckon something else happened to start that. But the bottom line is, he shouldn’t have been working that late; his son tried to stop him, to no avail. Apparently, Mr Parker offered them double pay to work around the clock, rather than hire the promised extra workers, that’s criminal, if you ask me. The feeling is, it’s a horrible tragedy- recovering from that nasty accident to suffer this.

Morgan felt his spirits plummet. How awful, to have a man die like that, he hoped the family would offer compensation quickly. All of this added to the general portent of doom surrounding the town, like they were caught in a spider’s web; he could feel it in his bones. Shaking his head, he retraced his steps upstairs, to inform the two ladies of the sad news.

The Parker Siblings had gathered by the destroyed apartments and were taking in the utter desolation of the scene. None of them could ignore the hostile looks of the local community, from workers to business owners. This had been compounded by the terrible news about Mr Stringer Senior - Sidney could hardly believe the enormity of the situation they now faced. He had eventually located his brother hiding in one of the bathing machines at some ungodly hour and virtually dragged him back to Trafalgar House.

Come on, Tom! You can’t hide here forever.

The worst danger is now past, thanks to everyone assisting

We can assess the damage in daylight

Earlier this morning, he had suggested to his brother that it would be advisable to visit the Stringer Home first, to express their sympathy and regret, but Tom had brushed this notion aside, clearly not relishing that prospect. And it was noticeable how nervous he seemed, more than expected.

Of course it’s terrible, but I believe investigating the overall situation takes precedence.

Sidney sighed.

How could one man remain so utterly unaware of basic decency or fail to be accountable for his own mistakes?

Back at Trafalgar House, the news of Mr Stringer’s demise had cast an even greater shadow over its inhabitants. Mary was visibly distressed and decided to retreat upstairs to the Nursery and spend time with her children. Charlotte had informed Morgan of her intention to visit James Stringer and offer her condolences. The butler had agreed, directing Mullins to follow her discretely and ensure her safety.

Surveying the blackened ruin of the apartments was a disheartening experience, made worse by the glowering expressions of people nearby. Sidney wondered why his brother looked so agitated. Of course, the situation was dire, but this was exactly why insurance was so vital. It was clear the fire had started accidentally, there was no evidence of foul play, the initial judgment pointed to Stringer suffering a possible seizure and the candles starting the blaze.

We will rebuild, brother, the insurance will cover it

There is no insurance

You took a gamble!

Eighty Thousand Pounds

Sanditon must not be allowed to fall and founder

We must stand together!

 Those words echoed in his mind, as they returned to Trafalgar House, as well as the surprising determination of his sister, Diana.

How do we solve this?

The banks will be no help

I have to help Mary and the children

What about Charlotte??!

I can’t propose to her until there is a solution

 These thoughts echoed in his mind, as all his hopes turned to ash in his mouth. Blast Edward Denham! If not for him, his next words would have been

I love you with every fibre of my being

Please Marry Me. Be My Wife.

Babington had sent a note, informing him of his betrothal to Miss Denham, which had apparently happened while Sidney was ensuring her nefarious stepbrother left the town. They had then quickly returned to Sanditon House with Lady Denham for a private celebration. His friend was now on his way to Hampshire, to inform his close family. It was clear the news of the disaster had not reached him.

I trust you also received a favourable answer, old friend?

We will be old married men together, much to Crowe’s disgust!

Of course, Sidney was delighted for Babington, even if the interruption of his own proposal proved fatal. He sincerely hoped it would not be.

Mullins followed Miss Heywood through the town, noting that the local people were acknowledging her respectfully. But then, she had charmed everyone she met since arriving in Sanditon and had wholeheartedly embraced all of them. Apparently, the combination of her and Mr Sidney had proved crucial in defeating the fire, that wasn’t a surprise. He knew the entire household and town had anticipated a happy announcement. It couldn’t be allowed to be prevented, because of one man’s incompetence.

He waited outside, while she entered the house. Mr Robinson came out, looking grim, walking on to The Crowne.

Inside the house, James Stringer stood up to receive his visitor, recalling how she had encouraged him to have ambition, despite his father’s rudeness to her. She was unlike anyone he had ever met and the difference in their social status was not lost on him. Training as an architect would have been a step towards making himself worthy of her, but it had become clear that she did not have the same feelings for him.

I’m so sorry, Mr Stringer

I told him to leave

So stubborn

Our last words were in anger

He knew you loved him

The coffin was on the table in front of him, his grief and regret overwhelming. Accepting her condolences, he became aware of how dingy this simple home was, there were a few cobwebs high up on the walls, which he hadn’t noticed before. It made him realise how foolish his hopes had been. He wondered if Parker had proposed to her last night, he’d seen them on the balcony and it had been obvious that she would have preferred to dance with him. Still, James was glad to have had the opportunity to tell her his news. He guessed that an engagement would have to remain secret for the moment.

The mood at Trafalgar House was like an angry thunder cloud. Thankfully, the children were occupied up on the top floor with Miss Benson. The rumble of discordant voices was audible in the study, echoing along the corridor, where Mullins was on duty.

The two older brothers had updated Mary and Charlotte on the situation. Both of the ladies were horrified, but one of them was more vocal in her reaction, particularly towards her husband.

This is appalling, Tom! To take such risks, it is beyond belief! Not just for our family, but the people here. I thought it was callous of you to have withheld the men’s pay - how were they meant to feed their families?! And as for that necklace, I never want to see it again. Does Lady Denham know? I dread to think how angry she will be. We will be ruined.

Her husband hastened to attempt to placate her fury.

Come, Mary, do not distress yourself; it is essential we support each other. I am so sorry, but this catastrophe could never have been foreseen! Sidney has reminded me it is why insurance is so vital. Rest assured that I will never take such risks again and I am sure my dear brother will do everything in his power to rectify this setback.

This was said while looking at Sidney, although he didn’t appear to notice the resigned glance that his brother shared with Charlotte, but his Wife certainly did.

Why is it suddenly Sidney’s burden?! By the sound of it, he has helped you far more than I ever knew about. Know this, Thomas Parker, I will not allow you to coerce your brother into any actions that go beyond what is acceptable. Not when he has found…

But her words were cut off, as a loud commotion was heard in the corridor, with footsteps echoing closer.

You will not stop me!

Where is the charlatan??

I will see him now!

The door was flung open and there was their worst nightmare.

Lady Denham.