“Which you have done with remarkable success.”
Emma shook her head. Her friend was too loyal to mention the fact that Emma’s accomplishments had barely provided the essentials for her sister. And that she had managed to ostracize them both from local society.
“At the cost of Anya.”
“Absurd.”
Emma breathed in deeply, inanely astonished by the familiar scents of wood smoke and freshly baked bread. Since she discovered Anya’s disappearance, she had felt as if the world had become a strange nightmare.
“I convinced myself that I was teaching Anya the importance of being self-sufficient,” she rasped. “Now I have to wonder if I was merely being selfish.”
“Selfish?” Diana wrapped a comforting arm around Emma’s shoulders. “You are the most generous and kindhearted young lady I have ever known.”
Emma reluctantly forced herself to overcome the pained embarrassment that had held her silent since her father’s death nearly four years before.
“No, Diana, I could have accepted Baron Kostya’s offer.”
“Offer?” The older woman dropped her arm and stepped back in shock. “He proposed?”
“Not marriage, although his arrangement did include having me in his bed.” Emma grimaced, the memory of the night the baron had arrived on her doorstep with her favorite apricot-and-honey sponge cake seared into her mind. God almighty, she had been so stupidly naive. He had assured her that he was there to ease the burdens she was carrying and she had wildly imagined that he intended to invest in her coaching inn, or even to offer Anya a position as a maid at his mansion overlooking the village. It had never entered her mind that he would shame her with the demand that she become his mistress. Or his threat to make her life a misery if she did not accept. “No. He wished to offer me carte blanche and he was prepared to be remarkably generous.”
“Good heavens.” Diana pressed a hand to her impressive bosom. “That certainly explains his odd behavior. One day he was singing your high praises and the next—”
“He treated me as if I carried the plague,” Emma finished, not needing to add that his cruel attitude had only encouraged the villagers to turn their backs on her.
“Why did you not tell me?” Diana breathed.
Emma plucked at the frayed hem of her sleeve, a familiar sickness rolling through the pit of her stomach.
She had been horrified by the baron’s offer, but more than that, she had been deeply hurt.
Once her family had been highly respected in the area, and she could have chosen from a number of eager suitors. The very fact that the baron had felt free to offer such a shameful arrangement had revealed just how far she had fallen.
“It is hardly something I wished to discuss,” she muttered. “I was desperate to avoid any further gossip.”
Diana regarded her with sympathy. She better than anyone understood the sacrifices a woman on her own was forced to make.
“Well, I must admit that I would have counseled you to decline such a scandalous offer, but there is no denying that he is quite wealthy and I do not doubt his offer to have been generous.”
“Generous enough to ensure I could have devoted myself to Anya rather than to keeping a roof over our head.”
“Yes, I suppose so, but that is no assurance that Anya would not have had her head turned just as easily.”
“We both know it would have been far less likely.” Emma waved a hand to encompass the barren room. “Not only would she have possessed the small luxuries she has always desired, but I would have had the opportunity to look after her properly. She spent far too much time alone.”
Without warning, Diana reached to grab her hand, her eyes dark with concern.
“Hear this, Emma. You are not to blame.”
“But I am.” Emma heaved a sigh. “I could not bear to sacrifice my virtue, and now Anya is paying for my foolish pride.”
“If you must blame someone, then it should be those horrid strangers for taking advantage of a silly young girl. What sort of gentlemen would do such a thing?”
Emma’s aching fear was replaced with a flare of pure fury.
When the two elegant travelers had first arrived at her coaching inn she had been delighted. They were not only swift to pay their bills, but they were lavish with their tips. She had already begun to imagine the small Christmas gifts she could purchase with the extra funds.
Now she would give everything she possessed if they had never come to Yabinsk.