A Victorian tale part five....

They alighted near the Triumphant Arch and walked toward the Serpentine River. Charlotte used opened her parasol to keep the bright spring sun from her face. Arranging his top hat Samuel then turned to collect the blanket and the satchel from the boot of the carriage.

“The us follow thew path Shall we follow the path?” he gestured to the packed dirt lane “I know that it leads to a shaded area with a good view of the river that would make a splendid place to sit”
Charlotte twirled her parasol in anticipation. She looked forward to the time of relaxing and talking.
“the They strolled in a comfortable silence watching others that were walking as well. There were mothers with their children turning hoops. There were nurse-maids sitting on benches doing needle work next to their charges in perambulators.

Men were walking swiftly toward their homes, that surrounded the park, for thir noon meals. It was this part of city life that was so pleasant to Charlotte. She did not miss the country life she had grown up in so far away from her father’s work seeing him seldom. She wished for her children to know their father, this was the only time she missed her husband.

“Ahh here we go” Samuel exclaimed bring Charlotte back to the delicious present.
“You were lost in thought there Charlotte, I would love to know what you were thinking about on this fine day.”

“I was considering all I saw here in the park and in the end I came to miss my husband.” Charlotte replied.

“Ah, David was a good man. He is missed” Samuel replied flatly. “I am sure he was a good husband and would have been a good father”

When she got this sentence from others she would nod and bow her head. She found her self instead looking at the top of Samuel’s head as he had it bowed with laughter building in her throat. It released in an explosion of giggles. Samuel looked up with such an expression of confusion that she could only laugh harder. The tightness of her corset got her to gasping for air rather quickly. Samuel’s confusion turned to concern and he quickly extracted a bottle of liquid from the satchel and a cup. He poured a full cup and as she was shaken he held it to her lips for her to drink. She grasped the cup and took a deep drink. The liquid was sweet and warmed her throat.