"Dear friend, I am glad to report that I have at last returned to London. The first thing I wished to do on my arrival was to welcome you and my cousin. Alas, however, you are enjoying the hunt at the moment, so I am taking your wife to her friend Miss Salton. There is no need to worry: I will have Vivian home safely by eight o'clock this evening," said the note which Anthony handed to the butler.
Soon, full of happiness, Vivian was sitting in the Wingtons' handsome closed carriage, beside her cousin, who was taking her outside Wington Hall for the first time in three months. She wore a sumptuous muslin dress, long-sleeved but rather low-cut, but the blue stains on her neck were safely hidden by a green scarf, and the half-covered sleeves concealed the bruises on her wrists. A long warm cloak was worn over the dress, and the girl's head was adorned with a pretty hat.
"And why didn't I realise to dress like this earlier? Fool! I could have visited poor Charlotte at least twice… At least once a week! Even bloody Jeremy wouldn't have found anything to object to that!" – Vivian thought, grudgingly to herself.
– I think my husband doesn't like Charlotte," she said, wrinkling her nose to break the silence in the carriage.
– What makes you think so? – Anthony raised his eyebrows.
– I think so," Vivian shrugged her shoulders. – And he told me once that Charlotte was a bad influence on my behaviour. He said she was too free-spirited and frivolous.
– Jeremy said that about Charlotte? – Young Cranford squinted his eyes: this was not pleasant news for him.
– Well, who else would? Who am I married to? – Vivian replied sarcastically. – But I don't care what he thinks. I won't betray my friendship with Charlotte. Jeremy will have to accept the fact that from now on I'll be coming to her and she to me," she added in a firm tone.
– Charlotte? Flippant? – Anthony grinned derisively. – She may be a little naive, but she is not frivolous.
– Tell him that! – Vivian threw her face towards the window. – And please, dear cousin, don't mention Richard in your letters to me. Don't even hint at him: Jeremy once said he wanted to read my correspondence, and I'm afraid that if he found out about Richard he would make an unimaginable scandal, and it would cause me a great deal of inconvenience or even a divorce. And another thing: don't tell him that you saw my bruises, because it will embarrass him.