Evelyn Emerson - Personal History

Personal History

Born Evelyn Barton-Forbes, she was the granddaughter of the Earl of Ellesmere, who raised her. When Evelyn displayed a talent for drawing, her grandfather hired a tutor, Alberto, who seduced her and convinced her to elope with him. She did so, enraging her grandfather and causing him to suffer a crippling stroke.

After the couple reached Rome, Alberto abandoned her, saying he had only been after her grandfather's money. Devastated, Evelyn lost the will to live and collapsed on the street, where she was found by Amelia Peabody, on a tour of Europe. Amelia took Evelyn under her wing, and the two of them became best friends, as close as sisters.

Traveling with Amelia to Egypt, the two women met Radcliffe Emerson and his younger brother, Walter, in a Cairo museum. Walter and Evelyn fell instantly in love, but Evelyn insisted that her reputation was damaged too far for her to ever marry again, while Walter was too shy to force his affections on her.

Joining the Emersons on their archaeological dig, Amelia and Evelyn both threw themselves into the work, with Evelyn providing sketches of tomb paintings and hieroglyphic reliefs. With Amelia's prodding, Walter professed his love, and when Evelyn confessed her "sins," Walter told her he didn't care, and the two of them were engaged.

It was not until then that Evelyn found out that Alberto's appearance had been a plot by her distant cousin Lucas/Luigi to push her out of her grandfather's will. Amelia and the Emersons apprehended Alberto and Luigi, and found that Evelyn's grandfather, before dying, had recanted his anger and reinstated Evelyn as his heir, making her one of the wealthiest women in England. She and Walter married, and settled in England.

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