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While waiting for her sister to arrive, Ruby reaches out to Harrison, and agrees to let him and his wife move into the old cottage on the farm, since it had been left unoccupied for some years now.
In November of 1900, Harrison, now eighteen, marries his longtime girlfriend Laure. Although they're both still quite young, the pair are absolutely confident in their love, and they married with the blessings of both Moses and Laure's father.
Now that Moses has a legitimate son to inherit his properties, Harrison's own future seems somewhat unsteady. He and Laure continue to live with Moses for now, but it seems certain he'll have to find somewhere to live on his own before long, as he can't be confident the house will be his when Moses passes.
In early 1895, Harrison turns thirteen. He celebrates with a quick slice of cake - mostly eaten on his walk - and then heads off to school, where he spends most of his day shirking classes, and wandering around outside with his friend Laure. She shares his free spirit and love of nature, and the pair are very close.
(Featuring a modified Sable Square Schoolhouse from @antiquatedplumbobs!)
A quiet rainy day on the farm.
Moses, Ruby, & Harrison, 1888. St. Aude, France
Dear Victoria,
I took your advice, and wrote to your father - though I suppose I should get into the habit of calling him my father - and he agreed to let me come stay with him. He said he's living in St. Aude nowadays, and your address for him is out-of-date. Apparently he inherited a home from some great-aunt... I fear it's going to be a crumbling ruin. But I suppose we'll have to manage. It's better than heading back to New York. And he even agreed to let George stay as well, which was a small miracle.
We set out early this morning. It was odd to leave school, though I promised to write the Marseilles. If the tearful goodbyes were bad, the train ride was worse. I haven't taken one since I first arrived in La Lueur, and I'd forgotten just how much they turn my stomach. For the sake of my own nausea, I'll refrain from describing the journey.
After our train arrived, George and I found a carriage waiting for us, a rickety old thing. But the driver had our names, and he brought us out of town, and into the countryside. And the house, Victoria! It was like something out of a painting, all crumbling stone and ivy.
It took us a moment to remember we were supposed to do anything other than stare. We did get there eventually, though, and the doors were opened almost immediately after we knocked. I half expected some sort of butler inside, but it was my father who opened the door for us. He looks... Different, from how I remember him, I think. Though it's far too faded now for me to be sure. He seemed eager to greet me, and he was polite enough to George, though I'm not certain they got off on the friendliest of feet. George still isn't much of a gentleman.
Then he took us on a grand tour of the house, which I won't detail in full because I believe it could fill an entire book, but the place was lovely. That's all that I could hope to say. The tour took some time, though, and Moses - he insisted that I call him that, instead of Mr. Spectre. I'm still unsure how I feel about it - was just settling us in for dinner when a little boy arrived in the door. Moses introduced him as Harrison, his son. Did you know we had a little brother? I know I didn't.
Moses certainly never mentioned a mother in the house, nor did Harrison. He seemed like a sweet boy, though. I get the impression that it's rather lonely out here, with just his father and the servants. So perhaps he'll be glad to have us about? I hope so, anyways. I would quite like if he liked me, he's terribly charming.
I suppose that's about the end of the tale for now. Moses settled me in the guest room, and George in an unoccupied room down the hall. It's a bit shabby - "Needs some work" he told me - but I've got a beautiful view of the farm outside. I hope you're well, and I do hope you'll come and visit me soon. I'd like to see your face, it's been so long that I can barely remember what it looks like.
Your sister, Ruby