Summons to the Chateau d'Arc
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Summoned to the Marquis d'Arc's remote French chateau in 1882 as companion to his daughter Lucy, twenty-year-old American Ellen Edmon finds intrigue, romance, adventure, and danger there and in Paris, heart of the French fashion scene. Once there, Ellen discovers that everything is not as it appears on the surface, and also finds herself falling for the attractive estate manager, who carries secrets of his own. As the tension grows more unbearable, Ellen will have to risk everything she holds dear to discover the secrets that lurk in the shadows of the Chateau D'Arc.
Kay Cornelius grew up in Winchester, Tennessee. She and her husband Don, retired from NASA and Lockheed-Martin Missiles and Space, live in Huntsville, Alabama.
buildings were situated flush to the narrow road and their grounds were walled, so that only an occasional glimpse through an open gate revealed the jumble of flowers and vegetable gardens and outbuildings behind each dwelling. The sound of running water signaled that we approached a stream, where several women knelt on a platform built over the water doing their laundry. They carried on a lively conversation, punctuated by the slap of wet cloth on the rocks, until we started across the
the man for Lucy’s sake, at least until I could speak to the marquis about him. “M’sieu Philip is in his office,” Marc told me before I could ask. He added something else in a French patois spoken too rapidly to understand it all. I gathered the boy meant that he had a chore to perform that prevented him from escorting me to Philip himself. “Thank you, Marc.” I smiled and nodded, then for the first time I crossed the stable yard and made my way through a narrow passageway to the wing
been here a long time, then?” “Eighteen years, Mademoiselle Edmonds.” So, Henri would not have known my mother, but certainly he must have taken orders from the marquise. I hadn’t thought to question him. “What was the Marquise like?” I asked. Henri stiffened slightly as if I had violated some unspoken code. I knew servants gossiped among themselves quite readily, but apparently Henri didn’t feel I was a part of their circle. “She was a beautiful woman, Mademoiselle.” “I
the House of Worth and complained that everything she tried to start was too much like a style he had already produced. “Throw that book away and do what you like, as before. You have a very good instinct for the way your designs will actually look on a woman. I think that’s what M’sieu Worth wants.” “I am not sure even he knows what he wants. Anyway, all I have to show for the morning’s work is an aching back and many ruined pages.” “It will go better, and Philip promised to make
from the menacing shadows of the Chateau d’Arc. Chapter Seventeen Until the marquis’ burial, I had never ventured into the graveyard adjoining the chapel. Surrounded by a high brick wall, it could be reached only by going through the rear doors of the chapel. When we followed the casket to the crypt where the marquis would be laid to rest, I was surprised to see how many burial vaults and tombstones the plot already contained. “The Chateau d’Arc has been continuously occupied