It becomes harder and harder as the days go by to keep his secret from Demelza.
Ross doesn't have the same luxury in Darrow as he had in Cornwall, if he can truly call having a legitimate reason to be away from home a luxury. He has no mine to operate here, no job that should require him to stay out as late as he does. The house is hardly close to being finished, and he'll soon run out of excuses Demelza won't immediately see through, if she doesn't see through them already. Add to that the fact that he returns home each evening looking more exhausted than he likely should, Ross is surprised his wife hasn't already demanded to know what he's really doing.
On the other hand, it does admittedly please him to know she trusts in his word, even if his word isn't necessarily true, in this case. He is working, the demand for lessons at the stables is high right now, but that's not what keeps him out. She'll understand, in the end, and Ross imagines she won't be unhappy with him once she discovers what he's been up to as of late.
When he does finally walk through the door of their apartment, chilled from the sweat that's had time to dry on his skin from working to prepare the land he's already been allotted for their home, it doesn't escape Ross's notice that Demelza is sitting rather primly at the table. Their son is in her lap, Ross imagines Julia must be having a nap, and Garrick sits loyally at Demelza's feet. It's not an unfamiliar scene, but she does seem to be surrounded by a fair number of books Ross doesn't recognize.
"It's been an eventful evening, has it?" Ross asks, shrugging his coat off and setting it on the back of one of the chairs at the table. He comes around to press a kiss to Demelza's cheek, then Jeremy's head, briefly glancing ruefully at Garrick before tilting his head at the books. "What is it you're doing, then?"
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Ross doesn't have the same luxury in Darrow as he had in Cornwall, if he can truly call having a legitimate reason to be away from home a luxury. He has no mine to operate here, no job that should require him to stay out as late as he does. The house is hardly close to being finished, and he'll soon run out of excuses Demelza won't immediately see through, if she doesn't see through them already. Add to that the fact that he returns home each evening looking more exhausted than he likely should, Ross is surprised his wife hasn't already demanded to know what he's really doing.
On the other hand, it does admittedly please him to know she trusts in his word, even if his word isn't necessarily true, in this case. He is working, the demand for lessons at the stables is high right now, but that's not what keeps him out. She'll understand, in the end, and Ross imagines she won't be unhappy with him once she discovers what he's been up to as of late.
When he does finally walk through the door of their apartment, chilled from the sweat that's had time to dry on his skin from working to prepare the land he's already been allotted for their home, it doesn't escape Ross's notice that Demelza is sitting rather primly at the table. Their son is in her lap, Ross imagines Julia must be having a nap, and Garrick sits loyally at Demelza's feet. It's not an unfamiliar scene, but she does seem to be surrounded by a fair number of books Ross doesn't recognize.
"It's been an eventful evening, has it?" Ross asks, shrugging his coat off and setting it on the back of one of the chairs at the table. He comes around to press a kiss to Demelza's cheek, then Jeremy's head, briefly glancing ruefully at Garrick before tilting his head at the books. "What is it you're doing, then?"