a country mouse - droppdf1.droppdf.com/files/lk5fd/a-country-mouse-fenella-miller.pdfharem-scarem,...
TRANSCRIPT
ACOUNTRYMOUSE
FenellaMiller
ChapterOne'Mama,shallIarrange
tohavetheroofmendedor not?' Emily waited,fists clenched, for hermother,theLadyAltheaGibson,toreply.'What was that, my
love?''Theroof,Mama,shall
I get it repaired?' Hermother frowned andclosedhereyesagain.
'Whatever you please,mylove.Youknowbest.' Emily watched her
mothersinkbackintoadeepsleepandhereyesfilled. It had been sodifferent two years ago,before her father hadbeenkilledinacarriageaccident. Then, GlebeHouse, had been ahappyplace;hermotherlivelyandbeautiful.Now she lay on the
chaise-longue all day,taking no interest inanything, making nodecisions, leavingeverythingtoEmily.Hermother was only twoand forty but lookedyears older. Her lovelybrown hair was fadingand her skin held anunhealthy pallor. Sherealized she waswatching her motherslowly fade away but
there was nothing shecoulddoaboutit.Her father, Mr Peter
Gibson,haddied,takinghis annuity with him.The small estateproducedbarelyenoughrevenue tokeepherself,hermother,andhertwoyounger sisters, Ameliaaged thirteen andSerena aged nine, frompenury. Emily sighedandcrossedtheroomto
pull up the patchworkcomforter, her mother'sskeletal frame barelymaking a dent in thecover,thenshereturnedtothestudytocontinueher find a way to keeptheirsmallfamilyafloat.'Em, are you coming
for a walk with us?Mary says we can goand look forblackberries in thewoods.' Serena already
had her cloak andwalking boots on readyforthepromisedouting.'No,Serena,I'msorry,
I have too much toattend to this morning.But I will be up thisafternoon to see howwell you have learntyesterday's lessons.'Emilyreacheddownandrefastened Serena'sbonnetstring.Theearlyautumn weather was
fine, but since heryounger sisters nearfatal illness twowintersbefore, she hadremained susceptible tochillsandfevers.Serena grinned up at
Emily. 'Millie has notfinished her French soyouhadbetternotcomeup before teatime.'There was a clatter ofbootsontheuncarpetedstairsbehindthem.
'Ihavefinished;donottell-tales,Serena.Ididitjustnow.''Iamdelightedtohear
it, Millie.' Emily kissedher sister andautomatically rectifiedher appearance. 'Mustyou always look soharem-scarem, mydear? If you travelledabout the place a littlemore slowly I'm certainyou would get less
dishevelled.'Amelia Gibsonwas at
that stage when sheappeared to be all legsand arms and flyinghair. But even atthirteen her oval face,withitshugevioleteyes,framedbytumblingnut-brown curls, gavepromise that she wouldbe a great beauty inyearstocome.Millieshookherhead,
dislodging several morestrands of hair fromwhatwasmeanttobeatidy waist-length braid.'I like to run, Em; Iwould never have timeenough to do all thethings Iwish todo inaday if I walkedeverywhere,asyoudo.''I'm a responsible
adult of almost twentyyears. I canhardly raceabout Glebe House.
Mama would bescandalized.' They allknew their belovedmother scarcely noticedtheir existence butEmily liked to pretendthings were as theyshouldbe.Shewoulddoanything to make lifeeasier for Serena andMillieandhermother.Mary, the girls nurse,
appeared, a trifle
breathless, from thenarrow servantspassageway.'Goodness me, Miss
Millie,youfarewearmeout! I can scarce keepupwithyou.''Then don't try,Mary.
We're quite content towait for you.' Mary hadnursed all three of theGibson girls with loveand devotion but wasnow, in her middle
years, finding theenergetic Millie a soretrialtoherplumplegs.'It's unladylike to run
downstairs, Miss Millie,andwellyouknowit.'Fearing another
argument Serenaintervened. She slippedher hand into Mary's.'Mary, shall we go andfetch a basket fromCook? If we're to pickblackberries we will
need something to putthemin,willwenot?''I'll run and get one.
Waithere forme.'Milliewas gone, with a flurryoffadingbluecalicoandcrisp starched cotton,leavingthemnochoice.Emilylaughed.'It'sno
good fretting, Mary.Milliewillgrowoutofit;afterallIdid,didInot?'She watched the threedepart, chattering
happily, down the weedfilled drive, and closedthe heavy oak frontdoor, returning to herduties. It seemed alifetime since she hadeither the freedom, orthe inclination, to dashabouttheplace.The past two years
had been grey andoppressive. Angrily sheslammedthestudydoorbehind her. Her
maternal grandfather,the Earl of Westerham,wasentirelytoblamefortheir present miserablesituation.Her mother, Althea,
had been bornunexpectedly to theCountess when in herforties, and had beenmuch petted and spoiltby both doting parents.Her older brother,Peregrine, had already
left home and marriedwhen his parentspresented him with aninfant sister. He viewedthe whole proceedingswith extreme distasteand had neverexchangedmore than afew words with hissibling.When Altheamarried,
against the wishes ofher parents, one MrPeterGibson, a country
squire of impeccablebirth but moderateincome,herparentshadbeen displeased.However all might havebeen well if theCountess had not diedsoon afterwards beforethey could bereconciled. The Earlblamedhisdaughterforhis wife's death andneverforgaveher.Whilst her father had
been alive, Emily knewher mother had beenabletocontainhergriefat the Earl's harshtreatment, but now themisery of losing herhusbandhaduncoveredthe old wound and itwas proving too muchforher.LadyAltheawassufferingfromanervouscondition, whichbecame worse as eachday passed, which had
started after she hadbecomeawidow.Emily had written to
her grandfather, tellinghim of her father'sdeath,andhermother'spoor health, but hadreceived no response.She knew there was nopoint applying to herUncle Peregrine for hehad died many yearsago. She supposed thatshe must have cousins
andsecondcousinsbutthe connection was toodistant tobeofanyusetohernow.Herspiritssankwhen
shelookedatthepileofpapers on the desk. Alldemands for paymentand she had scarcelyenough funds to coverthem.Andnow the roofhad sprung a leak andthere was nothing shecould do about it. At
this rate Glebe Housewould fall down aroundtheir ears before theyhad the wherewithal torepairit.Shesankbackonone
of the threadbare,sagging chairs and hershoulders slumped.Whatcouldshedo?Wastherenowayoutordidcertain ruin face them?Where could she obtainthe necessarymoney to
solvetheirproblems?Suddenly she sat up;
clapping her hands toher mouth as anincredible idea occurredto her. Yes; it was theonly way. She wouldfindawealthymanandmarryhim.Shefrownedas a potential problemoccurred to her. Shedidn't know any menwealthy or otherwise.But she knew someone
whodid!Shescrambledupand
hurriedovertothedesk.She pushed the pile ofbills to one side andplaced a clean sheet ofpaper in front of her.She would write, onelast time, to hergrandfather.He was, after all, her
guardian, and the headofherhousehold,evenifso far he had ignored
hisduties.She carefully trimmed
a quill and prepared towrite the most difficultletter of her life. Shewas going to ask hergrandfather, the Earl ofWesterham, to find hera suitable husband.Years ago he hadarranged a match forhis daughter, Althea,butshehadrefusedhischoice. Perhaps his
granddaughter'swillingness to bemarried to a man thathe selected would healthe breach between thefamilies.If her mother had
been well Emily wouldnot have contemplatedsuch a drastic step butin the presentcircumstances shedoubted that herdecision would be
questioned.****
'Have you taken leaveof your senses, mylord?' The RightHonourable, SebastianEdward Lessing, theViscountYardley,lookeddown his longaristocratic nose at hisgreat-grandfather, theEarl of Westerham,seated comfortably infront of a roaring apple
woodfire.'Sit down, my boy,
andstopglaringatme.Ihave merely suggestedthat you considermarrying mygranddaughter, EmilyGibson.Idonotseewhyyouaresooutraged.'Thetall,elegantyoung
man,kickedviciouslyata log in the grate,making the sparksshoot up the wide
chimney. 'I have nodesire to become legshackled, my lord. Ihave my duties in thegovernment to perform.Taking a wife in suchcircumstanceswouldbetheheightof folly.GoodGod,sir, Iamhardly inthe country at themoment. Since Boneyescaped from Elba Icouldbesentabroadatanymoment,surelyyou
understandthat?''Exactly, my boy, and
whathappensifyouarekilled?Iknowyouareadiplomat, but you areoftenatthefrontlineofbattle, are you not?'Reluctantly Sebastiannodded. 'You have noheir, with your deaththe title would die out,would you have thathappen?''No, of course not.'
Sebastian turned,flicked a piece of ashfrom his glossy topboots,andstrolled back to stare
unhappily out of thewindow. Acres of lushparkland rolled awayfromhim.Westerham had been
intheLessingfamilyforhundreds of years; heowed it tohisancestorsto ensure it remained
so. He supposed great-grandfatherwascorrect;hereallyhadnochoice.Heneededtomarryandsetuphisnursery.'Verywell,sir;Iaccept
that I need to find awife. But why mysecond cousin Emily? Idid not know of herexistence until fiveminutes ago. And whatmakesyousupposeshewould wish to marry
me?'TheEarlchuckledand
his harsh featuressoftened. 'Here,myboy,read this.' He waved amuchcrumpledpieceofpaper in front ofSebastian who reachedoverandtookit.Hereadthemissivewithgrowingastonishment. Hisfinally arched eyebrowsdisappeared under hisfashionably cropped
hair. His voice drippedwithdisdain.'Emily Gibson, my
lord, is outrageous. Tooffer herself up for salein thismannershowsalack of refinement andbreeding I could notcountenanceinawifeofmine.''How dare you insult
my granddaughter,Yardley.Iwillnothaveaword said against
Emily.' The Earl glaredat his great-grandsonuntil the younger manflushed and lookedaway.Sebastiandidnotoffer an apology. 'It ismy fault, you see; Iblamed her mother formy wife's death. Thechild wrote to me twoyearsagobeggingformyassistance when herfatherdiedbutIignoredher appeal.' The old
man openly wiped hiseyes. 'I am head of thefamily; it is my job totakecareofthem.Ihavebeen very remiss not tohave done so before. Iwant to be reconciledwith my daughter,Althea,beforeImeetmymaker.'Sebastian snorted.
'Well and good, sir. Youcan do that withoutinvolving me in your
plans,canyounot?''I am four and eighty,
my boy, and howeverrobust I appear, I cannot have long left onthis earth. You wish tofind a wife, mygranddaughter wishestofindahusband,whatbetter arrangementcouldtherebe?''I could select a wife
formyself.''Whendoyouhavethe
opportunity? You arenot part of thefashionable set, you donot attend Almack's, ordebutanteballs,howareyou going to meetsomeone more suitable,tellmethat?'Sebastian shook his
head in frustration. Hecould feel himself beingpushed into a corner.Then unexpectedly hesmiled. 'Very well, my
lord.Iwillagreetomeetthis young woman, butif she is not to myliking,Ireservetherightto refuse. Is thatacceptable?'The Earl of
Westerhamsmiledback.'Excellent! I am sureEmily will be a lovelygirl; her mother was adiamond of the firstwateratherage.She iscertainly resourceful
and intelligent. Herletterstomeareproofofthatatleast.''Whendoyouwishme
to return to inspect thegirl?''I intend to send my
carriage for themtoday;it is to be hoped theywould be here by theend of the week. Therearetwoyoungergirlsaswell.Itwillbewonderfulto hear the sound of
childrenaboutthishugeemptyplaceoncemore.'Sebastian shuddered.
He had three unknowncountry cousins tocontend with? What alowering thought; if hedecided to marry theeldest, Emily, hesupposed he would beexpected to provide fortheothertwoaswell.Hehad no dealings withchildren and desired to
keep it that way for aslongaspossible.'Imustreturntotown,
sir. I am wanted inCabinet. I willendeavour to visitWesterham sometimenextweek.'The twomen,soalike
inbothappearanceandpersonality that theyconstantly clashed,parted, for once, onamicable terms. Two
hours after ViscountYardley's departure anenormous crestedtravelling carriage,complete withcoachman, groom andtwopostilions,lumberedout, followed by anemptybaggagecartandtwoarmedoutriders.Noone with any senseriskedtheroadswithoutadequate protectionfrom highway men and
footpads.****
From her hiddenposition at the studywindow Emily watchedthe impressive carriagetrundle up their rutteddrive, her heartpounding withapprehension. Hergrandfather hadresponded to her letterin a way she had notanticipated.
She heard pounding,childish footstepsapproaching down thecorridor.Thestudydoorburst open and MillieandSerenaeruptedintotheroom.'Emcomeandsee. There's a hugecrested coach comingdownthedrive.Whoevercan it be? Do we knowanyonelikethat?'Emilyswallowed. 'Yes,
my love, we do. Don't
you remember that ourgrandfather is the Earlof Westerham? That iswhymotherisknownasLadyAltheaGibson,notMrsGibson.''But Mama does not
speak to him. How canhe be here?' Millie'svoicewasshrill.'Calm yourself,
Amelia,and I'll explain.'Emily waited for hersisters to be quiet. 'I
wrote to grandfatherexplaining that Mamawas unwell and askedhim if he could help inany way.' Never wouldsheadmittohersisters,or hermother, the truecontentsofherletter.'And he has come
himself? Do you thinkhe's in the coach?'Serenapiped.'No, darling, I'm sure
he is not. He must be
wellovereightynow.I'mcertain he would nevertravelsofar.''Thenwhoisit?Why's
thecoachcominghere?''Amelia, don't be so
impatient. I have nomore idea than you do.Now run along and tellEdwards; she will wishto prepare Mama.' Shetook Serena's hand.'You stay with me; wewill go and wait in the
morningroomtogether.'Scarcely ten minutes
later a loud knockingwas heard on the frontdoor.Theoneremainingmaid-servant, Sally,hurried to answer thesummons. Outsidestood an impressivearrayofpeople.Ablackgarbed gentlemanheadedthequeue.'Is Lady Althea
Gibson,athome?'
The girl dropped anervouscurtsy.'Yes,sir,that she is. Will youcome in, please? WhowillItellheriswaiting?''MrFoster,theEarlof
Westerham's man ofbusiness.Ihavealetterfor Miss Emily GibsonandoneforLadyAlthea.Deliver them for meplease.''Please to wait in the
ante-room, sir. I will
takethelettersdirectly.'The frightened girl leftMr Foster in the smallroom next to theentrance hall. Shehesitated,notsureifthewaiting grooms andoutriders should bedirectedelsewhere.'My staff will wait
outside.'"Yes, Mr Foster, sir,
thank you.' The girlhastily closed the door
and scuttled across theshabbyhalltofindMissEmily. She knew LadyAltheawasasleepinherbed,eventhoughitwaspastnoon.'I have two letters
here,MissEmily.''Thank you, I shall
take them both. Couldyou take in somerefreshment for ourvisitor?'With shaking hands
she broke theimpressive seal andunfolded the letter. Heryoungest sisterwatchedanxiously as the colourdrained from Emily'sface.'What is it, Em, is it
bad news? Has ourgrandfatherdied?'Emily pulled herself
together sufficiently toanswer.'No,darling.It'svery good news indeed.
Grandfather has invitedusalltolivewithhimatWesterham. He is totake care of us infuture. Is that notsplendidnews?'
ChapterTwoSerena wondered why
such good news hadcaused her elder sisterto look so frightened.'Don't you wish to go,Em?''Yes, of course, I do.
It's a shock; but awelcome one.' She bentdown to hug her sister.'It has been such aworry,tryingtokeepus
solvent on so littlemoney.When Iwrote tothe Earl I had no ideahe would respond soquickly. That's why Iwas unnerved for amoment, nothing more,I do assure you,sweetheart.''Shall I run and tell
Mama? Shewas alwaysused to talk aboutWesterham and what agreat house it was,
when Papa was alive.She will be pleased toreturn,won'tshe?''I'msureshewill.But
don't go upstairs to tellher; I will come alongdirectlyIhavespokentoMrFoster.Shewasstillasleepa littlewhileago.It will take time forEdwards to get herorganized. We don'twish to make her evenmore unwell do we,
Serena?'Thelittlegirlsolemnly
shook her head, herdark braids flying. 'CanItellMilliethough?'Emily gave her
consent and the childran off, eager to sharethe amazing news withsomeone. Mr Fosterstood up as Emilyentered.Hebowed.'Iamdelightedtomeet
you, Miss Gibson.' He
didn'tofferhishandandEmily did not curtsy,shemerely nodded
politely.Shemightbeaspoor as a countrymouse but she knewhowtobehave.'Ihavereadmy letter,
MrFoster.Itwilltakeusa few days to get readyfor a move toWesterham.''Ofcourseitwill,Miss
Gibson. IhavearrangedtoputupattheBull,inthe next village. I willleave a groom here, ifthat'sacceptable.Pleasesend word with himwhen you're ready todepart.'Emily agreed she
woulddo that.Anextrapair of strong malehandswould be a boonmoving trunks andbelongings down to the
hall. Glebe House nolonger had male indoorservants. She had hadtoletthemgowhenherfatherpassedaway.She picked up her
skirts and ran lightlyupstairs, the letter forhermother inherotherhand. The oneaddressedtoherselfwasburning a hole in herpocket. She felt hercolour rise as she
remembered itscontents. The Earl hadoffered the Gibsonfamily his protectionand wished for them tocome and live with himat Westerham. He hadalsoagreedtofindherasuitable husband butsuggested that it wouldmeet with hiswholeheartedapprovalifsheagreed tomarryhisgreat-grandson, his
heir,hersecondcousin,Sebastian EdwardLessing, ViscountYardley.She knew little of the
man,apartfromhewasfour and twenty yearsold and already arespecteddiplomat.Shealso knew that he livedin London, so mustsuppose he was amember of the ton, a
Corinthian, and a manof taste and wealth.After all he had beenliving on hisexpectationsforyearsasboth his father, andgrandfather, hadpredeceased the Earl ofWesterham.Shesmiled ruefullyat
her faded grey gown,twice made over, andsadly in need ofrenewal. Whatever
would a fashionableman about town see insuch a country mouseasshe?She stopped dead,
clutching the banisterfor support as anappalling thoughtoccurredtoher.Whatifher cousin found hernot to his taste andrefused to marry her?Would they all be sentpacking?Bereturnedto
live in Glebe House?Ferventlysheprayed,asshestoodfrozenhalfwayup the stairs. 'Oh God,please do not let himrefuse me. It would killMama if she was to berestored to her familyhome and then rejectedfor a second time.' Shefeltachillrundownherspine at anotherunwelcomethought.Her mother had been
so ill these last twoyears, spendingmost ofher days lying unseeinganduncaringonherdaybed. Her nights shespent in a laudanuminduced sleep. Howwould the man, hardenough tohave rejectedhis only daughter formarrying against hiswishes, react to herchangedcondition?They couldn't go to
Westerham until hermother was moreherself. She determinedto persuade hermotherto tryand return to thereal world; Emilycontinued her journeyupstairs, the light ofbattle in her amazinghazeleyes.Edwards, Lady
Althea's dresser, hadsucceeded in rousing
her. 'Come along now,my lady, up you get.There's a letter here foryou. It's a long timesince we had a letterisn't it?' Edward'smention of the letterhadbeenthekey.'What is that,
Edwards? A letter didyousay?Handittome,please.' Lady AltheaGibson pushed herstringy hair back from
her pale forehead, quiteunconcerned about herappearance. In heryouth she had been inthe forefront of fashionbut nowadays shescarcely noticed whatshe wore or how shelooked.She justdidnothave the energy to copewith life without herbeloved Peter. But aletter? Now that was
worth waking up for.Thatherdaughterswerelost without her hadlong ago ceased to be aconcern.She was ineffectually
strugglingtopickof theimpressive blob ofsealing wax whensomething about itsshape and imprintcausedher topause. 'Itis from Papa! Edwards,thisisfrommyPapa.'
With shaky fingersshe unfolded the stiffpaper and began toread.Foramoment theheavy black scrawl sheknew so well dancedbefore her eyes. With asupreme effort shefocused and began toread.My dear daughter,
Althea,
Ithasbeenfartoolongsince we are on goodterms. I admit the faulthasbeenmineandwishto make amends, if youwill allow me to. I havesentacarriage tocollectyouandyourthreegirls.I would like you all tomove toWesterhamandlivewithme.Yourfather,RichardLessing.
Althea felt her
stomach roil and wasglad shehadnot eaten.Sheraisedherheadandher eyes were full.'Edwards, I am to gohome.Hehasaskedmetocomehome.Atlast,Ishall have back the lifethatIlost.''I'mdelighted,madam.
That's good newsindeed. But if we're to
travel sixty miles you'llneed to feelwell.At themoment you're notstrong enough to standthejourney.'Before Lady Althea
could answer Emilyentered, her paleserious face for onceanimated and herremarkable eyessparkling. 'Mama, haveyou read your letteryet?'
'Ihave,mydear.Yourgrandfather has invitedus to make his homewith him. Are you notpleased?'I am, of course I am.
Butthereismuchtodobefore we can depart.The carriage and staffthat accompanied it aregoing to put up TheBull, in Misham. We'reto send for them whenwe're ready. I have told
them that we'll needseveral days. Is thatgoing to be sufficient,for you, Mama?' Thiswas addressed at hermother but it was atEdwards that shelooked. Her mother'sdevoted dresser noddedand Emily's smilebecamebroader.'I should think it
woulddo,mydear.ButI must have some new
gownsbeforeweleave.Itwill not do for Papa tothinkmedowdy.''Ihavealreadysentto
Misham and MrsSimpson will be herelater. Jenny's upstairsintheatticsatthisverymoment collecting thelast of the Indianmaterials we have beensaving for such anoccasion as this,' Emilytoldher.
Hermotherfrowned.'Iwill require at leastthree gowns; you andthe girls mustmake dowith one. I doubt thatthere will be enoughmaterial left for you tohavemore.'It's of no matter,
Mama. I'llbecontent tohave one new gown, Icanassureyou.'Emily hoped that it
was true that first
impressions were whatmattered. She wouldwear her new gown tomake her first curtsy,after that she wouldhave to return to hermeagre wardrobe, andsheknewnobodywouldbeimpressedbythat.Lady Althea watched
the play of emotionacross her eldestdaughter's face. 'I shallask Mrs Simpson to
make you and the girlstwo dresses each; it isessential that we allhaveatleastonechangeof raiment.' Exhaustedshe sank back on herpillows.Sheopenedhereyes again withdifficulty, and reachedover to take herdaughter'shand.'Ishalltry harder, my love. Ishallnotbelikethisanylonger.Iwillbeyourold
mother again presently.Waitandsee.'Emily returned the
squeezeandbenttokissher mother's cheek. 'Iknow you will, Mama,andIwillhelpyou.Butit'sgoingtotaketimetorestore you to yourformerhealth.Youmustnotexpecttobebacktonormal inaweekorso;youhavebeenillfortwoyears, and it could be
months before you'refeeling quite well. Butfor the moment youmustthinkabouteatingagain and getting upandmovingaroundyourroom. You have beenlying still for far toolong.'But her mother was
once more asleep, andhad not heard her.Emily turned toEdwards,hereyeshard.
'Giveme the laudanum,Edwards. There will benomore.''But, Miss Emily, her
ladyship cannot sleepwithout it. She'll be indesperate straits if youtake it away.' Emilycontinued to hold outher hand andreluctantly the elderlywoman went to retrievethe three small bottlesof black, noxious fluid
from their hiding place.'Whatever you maythink, miss, your dearmother would not bealive today withoutthat.''I know you're
probablycorrectandI'msorry Edwards. It's notyourfault.ButIhatetoseeherthisway.''Leavemealittlethen,
miss, for when shebecomes too restless;
it's best to stop itgradually,youknow.'Emily hesitated,
unwillingtogivetheevilliquid back. ButEdwards was right; hermotherwouldhavediedfrom grief without thepain being dulled byopium. She examinedthe three small bottles.'Youmay have this, it'shalf full. But it's to bethe last,beverysureof
that.''Once Lady Althea is
back home she will notneed it anymore. Waitand see, Miss Gibson,madam will regain herformer spirits in notime.''I pray that you're
correct. Try andgetherup and dressed; thegirlswillwishtoseeherlater on. They'rebursting with questions
aboutWesterham.'****
The intervening dayswere filled with feverishactivity. Trunks werefound and packed withfavourite books andleisure items. MrsSimpson and her teamofseamstressessnippedand sewed withenthusiasm andproduced the requiredgarmentsinrecordtime.
Theirarrivalwasgreetedwith speechlessadmiration.LadyAlthea,although still too weaktoremainonherfeetallday, was making avalianteffort.Itwasshewhobrokethesilence. 'Mrs Simpson, you
have surpassedyourself. The gowns arebeautiful. I had nonotionthatthe
Indian silk wouldmakeupsowell in thatnewhighwaistedstyle.'The mantua maker
bobbed a curtsy,beaming happily at hercustomer'sdelight. 'Yes,my lady, such delicatematerial is perfect forthe long flowing skirts.Therewas sufficient leftover to make matchingshawls and even trimyour bonnets.' Her
assistants held up theitems for theirinspection.'Mama, you'll look
wonderful in thatgown.Burgundy and gold area perfect combination,'Emily exclaimed,pleasedhermotherwastakinganinterestinherappearance once more.'And I like the longsleeves and highneckline. Your old
burgundy pelisse is anexact match and nowthat it has been takenin, itwill complete youroutfitperfectly.'Serena and Amelia
examined the dressesmade for them from alengthofblueandwhitemuslin. They even hadnew pinafores andstockings. 'Thank you,Em, I love my dresses.'Millieranthematerialof
one through her fingersenjoying its softness.'And your lilac andsilver gown is beautifultoo.''I know, Millie. I was
not sure such a colourcombination wasentirely suitable forsomeonemy age, but itdoes look lovely. I thinkthisnew fashion is veryflattering, especially forsomeone who is as tall
andthinasIam.''The colour is very
becoming, my dear,'Lady Althea said,noticing for the firsttime how much weighthereldestdaughterhadshed.Theoutfitstobeworn
on the journey werehung ready for thefollowing day and theothers carefully packed,in tissue paper, in the
waiting trunks. GlebeHouse was to be closeddown; Holland sheetscoveredallthefurnitureand the shutters werelocked. Cook and herhusband Potts, the soleoutdoor man, were toremainbehindtoactascaretakers.Asalltheirhorseshad
beensold therewerenogroomsorstableboystofindemploymentfor.
Mary, thegirls'nurse,and Jenny, Emily'sAbigail and Edwards,her mother's dresser,were obviously toaccompany them. Sally,the one remaining livein servant, had foundemployment locally.Thedailywomen,who cametodotheheavycleaningand laundry, had beengiven a guinea ascompensation.
Everything was as itshould be. Emily wasstill concerned that hermother was too frail tocopewith the rigoursofa two-day journey butLadyAltheaassuredhershewasstoutenoughtotravel.Five days after the
luxurious coach hadfirst appeared at GlebeHouse it returned tocollect the Gibson
family. Their baggagehad departed theprevious day; it wouldbe waiting for themwhen they arrived atWesterham. Now themoment for departurehadcomethefamilywassilent.Thegirlsstoppedtheir excited chattering;Emily felt her chestconstrict, but LadyAltheawasonlyworriedthat her beloved father
would not welcome heras she hoped. Thehouse she had spenthalf her life in was nolonger somewhere shewishedtobe.Itheldtoomany sad memories,and was a dailyreminder of herinsurmountableloss.Foster would ride on
the box with thecoachman. It would beunseemly for him to
travel inside even ifthere was sufficientroom. He had beenobliged tohireasecondcarriagetotransportthethree servants. He hadexpected them to travelwith the baggage butMiss Gibson hadrefused toagree to this.She had insisted thattheycouldnotmanageatwo-dayjourneywithouttheirpersonalmaids.
The steps were foldedback and the carriagedoor slammed shut.Foster sprung up on tothe box and thecoachmangave the fourhandsome matchingbaystheofficetostart.'Well, we're off. I can
hardly believe we'releavingGlebeHouse forever.'Milliesaid,quietly.Emily shivered. Shecould not bear to
consider the possibilitythatshewouldbefoundwanting by ViscountYardley and they wouldallbesentback.LadyAltheafell intoa
fitful doze and Ameliaand Serena were happywatching the blaze ofautumn colour pass bytheirwindow.Emilywasallowed to situndisturbed andcontemplate the future.
WhatdidSebastianlooklike?Washehandsome?Would he be aconsiderate husband?She smiled as sheremembered how happyher parents had been.Shewantedheruniontobe a loving relationshiplikethat.Sheswallowedas bile rose in herthroat.Her marriage would
never be the same; it
was to be one ofconvenience; ViscountYardleyneededtosetuphis nursery before heleft for the continentandshewasmarryingtoprovide security for herfamily.Exactly what was
involved in 'settingupanursery', she had onlythe vaguest notion.Whatever it was, sheknew, she was not
looking forward to it.These unpleasantthoughts wereinterrupted by hermother,whohadwoken.'Are you quite well,
Emily, my dear? Youhave gone verywhite? Ihopeyouarenotfeelingtravelsick?''No, I'm fine. Just a
little apprehensiveabout starting a newlife. You're going home,
Mama; Westerham isentirelynewtous.''You are all going to
love it; I was so happythere. In some parts itdates back hundreds ofyears, you know. Mygrandfather had a newwingbuiltinthemodernstyle and it is in thispart that we shallreside.' She closed hereyes and her mouthcurved as she thought
about her childhoodhome. 'It has bathingrooms attached to themain suites where onecan take a bathwhenever one wishes.Only the hot water hasto be fetched up; thedirty water escapesdownapipe.'The two younger girls
looked at their motherin astonishment. 'Butwheredoesthewatergo
to, Mama?' Serenaasked.'I have no idea,
darling. I only know itdisappears.''I expect it is directed
outside,' Emily told thegirls. 'We shall have toinvestigate when wearrive.'Foster had arranged
for them to break theirjourneyfornuncheonatThe Bell, a prestigious
postinghouse.The foodprovided was the besttheyhadeatenformorethan two years. Repleteand happy they allsnoozed the afternoonaway. The overnightstop was equallyenjoyable, for only LadyAlthea would ever haveexperienced suchfawning and bowing astheywereoffered.Thebestofeverything
hadbeenbespokenandthey were given theattention such expensemerited. Serena andMilliewere almost sorrywhen the carriageturned into theimpressive stone gatesand began the finalstage of their trip downthe three miles ofimpeccably tendeddrive.Thelengthofthis,and
the splendour of thepark, silenced even thegirls.LadyAlthea'sheadturned eagerly, notingchangesandrecognizinglandmarks she had notseen for twenty-twoyears.Emilysat,staringstraight ahead, feelingmore nauseous by theminute.Shewishedthatshe could vanish fromthesilk-linedcoachandmiraculously return to
GlebeHouse.She realized that her
decision to sacrifice herown happiness toprovide security for hersisterswasnot going tobeeasy.Thenearertheygot to their destinationthemore frightened shebecame.Shewishedshehadnoteatensoheavilyatbreakfast.'Stop; please -- stop.'
She banged frantically
on the coach roof andthe vehicle lurched to astandstill. Not waitingfor the steps, Emilythrew open the door,jumped down, and ranfor the privacy of thebushes where she castup her accounts; shewas watched withconcern by her mother,amusement by hersisters but disgust bytheman,mountedona
magnificent chestnutstallion, his presencehidden by theoverhangingbranchesoftheyewtrees.
ChapterThreeJenny, seeing her
mistress's distress,scrambled down fromher place in thefollowingcarriage.Emilyfinished her retchingandwipedhermouthonthe damp cloth Jennyhandedtoher.Herheadwas spinning and herkneesweak.'Thankyou,Jenny. I am recovered
now.'She stepped away
from the bushes andstood whilst her maidattempted to restoreordertoherappearance.She glanced up to seethree anxious faceswatching from thecarriage.Pinningasmileto her pale face shewalked back andclimbed slowly up thesteps that had been
lowered in her absencebyoneofthepostilions.'I'msosorry,Mama. I
do believe thatsomething I ate atbreakfast must havedisagreedwithme.''And I am sorry, my
dear. I should have gotdown toassist you.ButI am no use in suchcircumstances, as youwellknow.''Please do not
apologise, Mama. I'mquite old enough tovomit on my own.' Sheheard a smotheredgiggle. 'It's quitepermissible to laughgirls.I'mnotsostuffyastoobject.'Amelia grinned. 'You
were very sick, Em; I'mso relieved that you gotout of the carriage intime.'Emily joined in the
laughter. 'Amen to that,Millie.' She reached uptapped, gently, on theroof, and the carriageresumed its statelyprocessdownthedrive.Whilst the girls
exclaimed in wonder atthe extent of the rollingparkland and thehandsome trees bothEmily and Lady Altheasatsilently,immersedintheir own thoughts.
Lady Althea had noreservations about herreturn toWesterham. Itwaswhereshebelongednowthatherhusbandwas no longer alive.
She had accepted herreduced circumstanceshappily when she wassharing them with herbeloved Peter. Withouthim the misery of herpenury had quiteoverwhelmedher.
She knew that nowshe had returned shewouldgetwellagainandbeabletotakeherplacein society. Lady Altheaglanced down at hernew dress and her thinlips curved inappreciation. Soon herfather would replenishthe whole of herwardrobeandshecouldstart re-establishing
herself in the ton. Theseason had barelybegun; in a few weeksshewascertainthatshewouldbestrongenoughtoenjoyescortingEmilytotheballs,soirees,andmusical evenings onofferinLondon.Emily's thoughtswere
not so sanguine. Hermother's happiness,maybeherverylife,wasdependent on her
fulfilling hergrandfather's wishes.She had no doubt thathis benevolence waslinked to her marriagetohisheir,theViscountYardley. If he had trulywished to restore theirfortunes he could havedonesotwoyearssince,when he received thefirst letter asking forhelp.She looked across at
hermother,sothinandfrail, but at least shewas smiling. Edwardshad assured her LadyAlthea was no longertaking laudanum everynight to help her sleep.Everything rested onEmily's shoulders.Well,they were strongenough; she had beenrunning Glebe House,and educating hersisters, for thepast two
years.Shedoubtedthatmany 19-year-oldscould do as she haddone.Comparedtothat,persuading her cousinSebastian to make anoffer should present nodifficulty.'Em,Emily, look, look
at the house! It looksjust like a castle.'Serena tugged at hersister'ssleeve to gain her
attention.Sorry, Serena, I was
wool-gathering. Are wethere?' Emily leanedforward and peered outof the window. 'Goodheavens, it's huge! Andyou never said it washalfcastle,Mama.''Did I not, my dear, I
must have forgot.' Hermother joined them atthe open window. 'It isexactlyasIrememberit.
I am so glad that I ambackhereatlast.Ihavemissed Westerhamevery day I have beenaway.'Emily's brow creased
a little. Was hermother's enthusiasmunnatural? Surely allyoung womanunderstood they had toleave the familial homewhentheyembarkedonmatrimony? Was this
obsession withWesterham a sign thatshe was still unwellafter her prolongedperiod of mentalinstability?'Well, you're home
now, Mama. I cannotwait for you to showusall the places that youhave talked about somuch.'Her mother finally
focused on her eldest
daughter. 'You still lookatriflehagged,mydear.Pinch your cheeks andpressyourlipstogether;try and restore somecolourtoyour face.Youwant to make a goodimpression,doyounot?'Lady Althea smiled andfor the first time in twoyears humour wasreflected in her eyes. 'Ibelieve that one pallidindividual is quite
enough for this family,donotyou?'Emily laughed out
loud; the relief at hermother's return tonormality replacing heranxiety aboutmaking afavourable impression.'Wedolooklikeapairofunderfed sparrows,don't we? But I'mcertain will both berobust again now thatwe'rehere.'
'There're dozens offootmen waiting outsideto greet us, Em. Theylook like soldiers onparade with all thatgreenandgoldfrogging,'Amelia commented inawe.'Do Ihavetospeakto
them?' Serena soundedanxious, as the horsesdropped to a sedatewalk.'No, darling; you
merelynodandsmileatservants. Never offeryourhand,curtsyorsaythank you. It is notdone,youknow.''Not say thank you,
Mama? That's soimpolite. Emily hasalways told us we haveto treat our staff withrespect.''Thatwasallverywell,
Serena,atGlebeHouse.Buthere,atWesterham,
things are donedifferently. You do notwant the staff toconsider you ignorant,do you?' Serena shookher head, all herpleasure squashed byhermother'swords.Sheshrunk up againstEmily'ssideandpushedher cold hand into hersister's. Emily squeezedit and tried to smile. Itwas not a very
convincingeffort.The coach shuddered
to ahalt and therewasinstant activity. Twofootmen jumpedforward,oneopenedthedoor whilst the otherpulled the steps intoposition. The three girlssat immobile, but LadyAlthea surged forward.Regallysheheldoutherhand and a footmantookitandguidedherto
the ground. He bowedagain, she nodded.Withoutwaitingtoseeifher daughters followedshe walked forward,nodding from time totime,herheadhigh,theostrich plumes on herbonnet bobbing as shewent.Emily realized they
had to move. 'Comealong, girls, we'regetting left behind.' She
stood up and, stillclasping Serena's handstepped out, ignoringthe bowing footman.She waited, backstraight, for Amelia tojump down after her,and set off, notwishingher mother to vanishand leave them alone,surrounded by a sea ofunfriendly, superciliousservants.Millie had taken her
otherhandandnowshewasobliged tonegotiatea flight of intimidatingmarblesteps,flankedbyDoric pillars, with nohand available to holdup her skirts. Sheattemptedtoextractonehand from Millie's buther sisters fingerstightened.Drawing a steadying
breath Emily preparedto negotiate the front
steps without treadingon her hem. Somehowshemanaged to lift herdress a little with herfinger tips, in spite ofher sisters, and sheprayed that she wouldnot fall flat onher face.All was well until thelast two steps when aformidable, grey-hairedfigure, stepped out andboweddeeply.His sudden
appearance startled thealready nervous girlsand they both steppedbackwards, attemptingto hide themselvesbehind Emily's slenderframe, jerking her armsand dislodging hertenuous grip on herskirt.Theflimsystuffofher dress swayed freelyand with her next stepshetrappeditunderherboot.Unable to freeher
handstobalance,Emilyfell forward, takingbothgirlswithher,tolandinan ignominious heap atthefeetoftheautocraticbutler,Penfold.Unaware that her
humiliation was beingobserved from thegallery that overlookedthe enormous marblefloored Grand Hall,Emily disentangledherself from her sisters
and staggered to herfeet. Not one of thewatching servants hadstepped forward toassist them and of hermotherwasnosign.Shehad vanished into theinterior intent on re-establishing herself asherfather's'darlinggirl'.The row of footman
remained as statues,faces expressionless,watching her smooth
downherdress.'Areyouhurt, Serena,sweetheart? Did I treadonyourhand?''No, I 'm fine, thank
you, Emily,' Serenawhispered.'I'm unhurt as well,
thank you,' Amelia'svoicewasthread-thininthe silence. Emily'sembarrassmentvanished. What sort ofan establishment was
this, which treatedguestssoinsolently?She stiffenedandmet
the haughty stare ofPenfold. It was his eyesthat dropped first. Heflushed and bowedagain. This time hisaction was deferential.'Miss Gibson, MissAmeliaandMissSerena,welcome to Westerham.His Lordship is waitingto greet you in the
Green with drawing-room, if you will kindlyfollowme.'Emily was not having
this. Shewas not goingto be summoned like aservant before beingallowed to recover fromher travels. 'We will beshown to our rooms,now, if you please. Ishall attend on hislordship when we arerecovered from our
journey.' She raised aneyebrow and Penfoldknew he had met hismatch.'Very well, Miss
Gibson.' He snapped afinger and two footmanstepped forward. 'ShowMiss Gibson, and MissAmeliaandMissSerenatotheirapartments.'He bowed again to
Emily. 'Ifyouwouldlike
to ring when you areready, Miss Gibson? Ishall send someone toescortyoudown.'Emilynodded,butdid
not deign to reply.Holding her torn skirtfirmly in one hand, theother resting on thepolishedbanister,Emilyfollowed the footman.Her sisters, followingher lead, straightenedtheir backs, held their
heads high andmarched up the stairs,side by side, showingtheir solidarity andsupport.The footman led them
uptwoflightsandalongthe corridor haltingoutsideapairofdoubledoors. He opened theseand,stillwithoutawordbeingspoken,hebowedthem into their newhome. Emily sailed into
the room. She waiteduntil she heard thedoors click shut behindthem before releasingher breath. She stared,eyes wide and hermouthopen.'Lookatthis,girls;our
sitting-room is biggerthan the drawing roomatGlebeHouse.''Do you think these
rugs are Persian, Em?Are we allowed to walk
onthem?'Emily laughed. 'Of
course we are, yougoose. They would notbe on the floorotherwise.' The privatesitting-room, withelegant chaise-longuesand delicate gilt chairswaseverythingitshouldbe.Thetwodoorsatthefar end opened into apair of matching bed
chambers.Serena ran forwards
eager to explore. 'CanMillie and I share thisone,Em?Ilovetherose-pink of the bed drapes.Do you see, it matchesthecurtains?'Emily followed the
girls around the room,exclaiming whenexpected, at theopulence of itsappointments, but her
mind was elsewhere,rehearsing what shewouldsayanddowhenshe met her futurehusband and hergrandfather.A discreet door, inset
intothewoodpanelling,opened into a bathingcloset and adjoiningdressing rooms. Jennywas busy sorting outEmily's clothes. Shecurtsied. 'I'm almost
finished, miss. Are youwishing to change yourdress?'Emilyheldatthetorn
skirt for inspection. 'Imust. Is this ruined, orcanyourepairit?''I'msure itwillmend,
Miss Emily. Now, MissAmeliaandMissSerena,run along next-door,Mary's waiting for you.'She smiled as the girlslookedround,puzzled.
'Where's the door,Jenny? I don't see oneanywhere?''Go back into the bed
chamber; you'll seeanother door, you gothroughthere.'Amelia stopped. 'Then
we're not to sleep inhere?''No,MissMillie,thisis
Miss Emily's room. Butyours is just as pretty,it's all done out in
yellowsandgolds.'It took Jenny half an
hour to restore Emily'sappearance. Even herlong chestnut brownhair was re-done andgreen ribbons, thatmatched her secondnew gown, werethreaded through herhair.'There,miss, you look
a picture! Green suitsyou, and the
combination you chose,of emerald silk for theunder skirt and palegreen muslin into theoverdress,isperfect.''Thank you, Jenny.
I'mstillratherpale,butthere'snothing Icandoabout that.' She turnedsideways and her lipscurled in a smile. 'I'malmost invisible fromthis view. It's fortunatethat this new fashion
pushes up one's chest;without that help Iwouldlooklikeaboy.''Go along with you,
miss. You look lovely.No man in his rightmindcouldevermistakeyou for anything but aprettyyounglady.'The maid ran outside
toalertthefootmanwhowas to escort hermistress downstairs.Emily brace herself for
herordeal.AsMillieandSerena were to remainupstairswithMary; shewouldhavetobravethesupercilious stares ofthe staff on her own.Jenny opened the doorandthefootmanbowed.'I am to take you to
his lordship, MissGibson. Would youkindlyfollowme?'Emily nodded and
glided gracefully out of
her sitting-room toretrace her steps downto the Grand Hall. Shehad time to wonderwhere her mother wasand if her reunion withtheEarlhadprogressedwell,andthentheywerein front of imposing,ornatelycarveddoors.Two footmen guarded
each side, like sentries.They sprang forwardand flung open the
double doors, leavingher framed in thedoorway. One of themstepped forward andannounced in a loudvoice. 'Miss EmilyGibson, my lords.' Hebowed and disappearedback down the widecarpetedpassageway.Emily felt unwelcome
perspiration tricklingdown her spine as shewalked into the room.
The elderly gentleman,with a shock of greyhair, impeccably attiredin superfine topcoat,knee breeches andshining top boots,watched his eldestgranddaughterapproach. He smiled,just. 'Welcome toWesterham, my dear.Wearesogladyouhavefound the time to joinus,atlast.'
Emily froze in mid-step and flags of colourappearedonhercheeks.Shedropped intoa low,formal curtsy, dippingher head, not wishingherangertoshow.Withcareful elegance sheroseandmettheEarlofWesterham's criticalgaze. 'I apologize if Ikept you waiting, mylord.'Shestoppedthere,offered no further
explanation,orgreeting,or effusion of delight ather incredible goodfortune.
****The man, leaning
nonchalantly againstthemantelshelf,his fairhair cut fashionablyshort,hidhissmile.Hisgreat-grandfather wouldnotlikethatansweronejot. Sebastian decidedthatmaybehehadbeen
premature in hisjudgement of MissGibson. The girl hadbackbone, andintelligence, and in thatrig she looked almostpresentable.
****The Earl snorted.
Emily ignored him,standing apparentlyrelaxed,waiting for himto introduce her toViscount Yardley. She
dared not risk a glancein the direction of theintimidating gentlemanshe had noticed,observing her, alooffromtheproceedings.The Earl remembered
his manners. 'My dear,allowmetopresentyouto your cousinSebastian, ViscountYardley.'Emilyhalf turnedand
sank into a second
graceful curtsy keepingher eyes down, as wasexpected of a wellbrought up young lady.To her surprise anelegant hand appearedand raised her to herfeet. She looked up tomeetthebluesteyesshehad ever seen. Theyappeared to bore intoher very soul. If hehadhad not been holdingher she would have
taken an involuntarystep backwards.Sebastian raised hergloved hand andpressed theback lightlywith his lips. She wasaware thatalthoughhismouth smiled his eyeswere cautious,assessing her everymoveand, shebelieved,findingherwanting.Incensed she
snatched her hand
back;itwasadeliberateinsult, but she wasunabletohelpherself.Ifhisexpressionhadbeenunfriendlybefore,nowitwas arctic. His eyesnarrowedandshecouldsee him clench histeeth, obviously bitingback a crushing set-down.From somewhere she
found the strength tospeak.'Iamdelightedto
meet you, CousinSebastian.' Her cousinraked her from head totoe, dislike and disdainapparent in his everygesture.'Are you indeed,
cousin? I only wish Icouldsay thesame.'Heturned and half bowedtohisgreat-grandfather.'You will excuse me, Ihope,sir?'Without anotherword
he sauntered out of theroom leaving Emily sofurious she forgot to beinsulted. She glaredafter him, hating him,and for a gloriousmoment forgot that shehadpossiblyjustruinedher family's one chanceofhappiness.
ChapterFour'Well, my child, you
certainly knocked himfrom his high horse.'The Earl chuckled,much amused by hisgranddaughter'sspiritedbehaviour.Emilyswungback to face him, herfacecrumpledandtearsfilling her eyes. 'I haveoffended him, my lord.He will never offer for
me now.' The weight offailurewascrushingherchest.'Come and sit by me,
my dear, and do notlooksowoebegone.Ifhedoesnotwantyou, thatwill be his loss. Thereare plenty more eligiblegentlemen out there foryou to choose from, Icanassureyou.Youareanheiressnow.'Her mouth fell open.
'But I thought I had tomarryViscountYardley.I thought that was thearrangement betweenus.'Her grandfather
frowned. 'Whatarrangement, Emily?Youwrote tomeaskingformyhelp in findingahusband; Sebastian isjust the first suitablebachelor I haveintroducedyouto.'
Emilysatdownbesidethe old man. 'Are yousaying that you do notmind ifmy cousin doesnot offer forme?You'renot going to send usback?''Good God no! Of
course not! Whatevergaveyouthatridiculousnotion?'Emily recalled the
letterfromtheEarl.Inithe had offered to find
her a husband andsuggested thatViscountYardley might do; hehad also offered to givethem a permanenthome. There had beenno mention of sendingthem back. Her feveredimagination hadmanufactured thethreat.Shenodded,hereyesstilldamp. 'It appears I have
misunderstood, my
lord,' she said stiffly.'But after the callousway you have treatedmy mother these pastyears,itissmallwonderthatIdidso.'Heshiftedonhischair
and his lined faceflushed. 'You are rightto take me to task,Emily, my dear. I havebehaved abominably. Iblamed my dear Altheaforhermother'sdemise;
I was so distraught atthe time I was notthinkingrationally.'Emily was
unimpressed. Sheregarded him sternly.'But you also ignoredmy plea for help whenour father died twoyears ago. Surely youwere not stilloverwrought at the lossofthecountessthen?'He shook his head. 'I
have no excuse, otherthanyourappealarrivedon the anniversary ofherdeath.Itwasnotanauspicious time, as youcan imagine, andopenedoldwounds.'Emily jumped to her
feet. She had heardenough of his feebleexcuses.'Onmyfather'sdeath you became thehead of our household,mysistersandmy legal
guardian. You haveshamefullyshirkedyourresponsibilities. If wewere not in suchdesperatestraits,believeme,sir,wewouldnotbeherenow.'Her grandfather
pushed himself up outofhischair.He toweredover her, his facethunderous. 'I shall notbe taken to task by achit of a girl; I am the
Earl of Westerham andyourgrandfatherand I expect to be
treated with respect, atall times. Is thatunderstood?'She felt her courage
desert her. She knewshehadoversteppedthemark and sincerelyregretted herimpertinence, howevertrue her intemperatewords had been she
should have held hertongue. Then her spinestiffened and her headcame up. She returnedhis glare, unbowed. 'Isincerely apologize formy incivility, my lord.You are quite right; Ishould never havespoken so rudely.' Hereyes flasheddangerously and hernostrilsflared.'However,I do not retract my
words for they are thetruth. I merely regretthe way in which theywerespoken.'The Earl's face
becameredderandforahorrible moment Emilythoughthewouldfalltothe ground with anapoplexy. Itwas timetotake her leave. Shedropped a small curtsyand spun, her skirtsflying out revealing her
trimankles,andwalkedbriskly across the acresof polished boards andscattered rugs, prayingshe would reach thedoor before theexplosioncame.Shedidnot.'Come back here,
miss.Ihavenotfinishedwith you yet.' Theroared commandbounced off the walls.She could not in all
consciousness pretendshehadnot heard. Shestopped, and slowlyturnedbacktofacehim.He waited, stony faced,for her to retrace hersteps.Shehalted, twopaces
in front ofhim,keepingher eyes lowered,waitingforthetorrenttobreak over her head.She heard him stepforward and flinched,
expectingtobefelledbya blow. A gnarled, butsurprisingly stronghand, reached out andgrippedherchin,forcinghertolookup.'Well, my dear child,
that was invigorating. Ihavenotenjoyedmyselfsomuchforyears.''I beg your pardon…'
Emilystammered.'I enjoy a good row -
cleans the pipes - do
you not agree? Come,Emily, do not look soworried. The show isover.' He laughed. 'Youwill have to get used tomytemperifyouwishtolive here.' He releasedher chin and took hericy hand. 'You aretrembling, child. I amsorry; Ididnotmeantofrighten you. Come andsitwithme.'Emily allowed herself
tobeledtothesettlebythe fire, grateful for itsreviving warmth. Shewas totally bemused.How could he changefrom terrifying tobenevolent inasecond?She regained hercomposureanddaredtospeak again. 'I don'tunderstand. Are younolongerangrywithme?'He leant over and
patted her hand. 'No,
mydear, I amnot. Youenraged me for amoment; I shouted atyou and then I feltbetter.Itisalwayssoforme. In timeyouwillgetusedtoit.''I'm not going to
retract my words, sir. Ido feel that youmistreated us this lasttwoyears.''I did, my dear. But I
hadnoideayouwerein
such difficulties. Yourlettermerelystatedthatyour father had diedand that Althea wasgrieving and asked if Icould help in anyway,did it not?' Emilynodded. 'However youdidnottellmeyouwereso strapped for cashthat you could not paythebills.'Hescowledatthe thought, causinghertorecoilagain.
She considered hisexplanationandfoundittobe true. 'I hoped youwould send us helpanyway, now that thereason for yourdisapproval had beenremoved.''I am sorry, my dear.
You are quite right toadmonish me; I shouldhaveofferedtohaveyouhere then. I have sadlyneglected my duties;
can you find it in yourheart to forgive an oldmanoffiveandeighty?''Isuppose Imust,sir.
I would not wish agentlemanof your greatage to meet his makerunforgiven.' Her wordswereblandbuthereyessparkled.He chuckled. 'Thank
you, my child. Do youthinkyoucouldcallmegrandfather now I am
forgiven?'She smiled, finding
that she might actuallybecomingtolikehim.'Ican manage that,Grandfather.' Asmatters were settledbetween them and theywereincompleteaccordshe felt emboldened toenquire after LadyAlthea. 'Where is mymother, Grandfather?Didyourreunionnotgo
well?''It went wonderfully.
She forgave me and weembraced fondly.' Hepaused, his faceconcerned. 'Why she isso thin and poorly? Ipray that she has notgot the wastingsickness.''No. It's that after
Papa's death she wasunable to copewith thegriefandfellill.Ibelieve
she is like you in thatrespect.Her appetite allbut vanished and Isincerely believe thatwithout the doses oflaudanum to give herrelease from her painshe would not still bewithus.''She has grieved long
enough. I know, I havewasted half my lifedoing the same. It ishoped the change of
circumstanceswill startthehealingprocess.Shehas retired to herrooms, the emotion ofthe occasion, plus thefatigue of the journey,haveexhaustedher.''I'm sure that shewill
start to recover here.She has been muchmore like herself eversince she received yourletter. It has been adifficult two years,
Grandfather. I cannottellyouhowgladIamtobehereandtonolongerhave the responsibilityof runningGlebeHouseonmyshoulders.'TheEarlsatbackand
studiedhercritically.Hedid not like what hesaw.'Areyouailing,too,Emily? You are stickthin, almost as wastedasmypoorAlthea.''No, Grandfather, I'm
aswellasIcouldbe.I'msurenowthatIamhere,Ishallsoonrecover.''Are you telling me
that yourappearance issolely causedby lackofsustenance? That youhavebeenunabletoputenough food on thetable?'Emily blushed; it was
not something she wasproud of. 'I made surethat Millie and Serena,
and the staff, neverwent without,Grandfather.''God dammit!' The
Earlexploded,forgettinghis manners in hisanger. 'I shall neverforgive myself for this,child.IpromiseI'llmakeit up to you. Never,never,will youwant foranything again. Mypurse is deep and itscontents are entirely at
yourdisposal.Whateveryourequire,itisyours.''Do you mean that,
grandfather? Anythingatall?''Yes, of course. I do
notmake idlepromises.What do you want?Nameit?'She sighed happily. 'I
wish you to wave amagic wand so that Ibecome so beautifulmyobnoxious cousin falls
undermyspellandthenI can turn him awaywith a broken heart.That is what I want.'She sat back, waitingforhislaughter.'Thenthatiswhatyou
shall have. With theright garments anddecent food inside youwewillturnyouintothemost beautiful girl inSurrey.Andifyoubreakthatjackanapesheart,it
would do nomore thanservehimright.''Please, grandfather, I
was only funning. Ididn'tmeanit.''Youdid,mydeargirl.
I saw how he insultedyou;youshallhaveyourrevenge. It's high timethat young man wastaughta lesson.Hehashadthingshisownwayever since he was inleadingstrings.'
Emilygiggled,herwildidea now seemed apossibility. 'I putmyselfin your knowledgeablehands, Grandfather. Bythe by, I do not reallywish to be married atthe moment. It wasmerely a ploy to gainsome money for thefamily.''Excellent! I do not
wishtoloseyouyet,mydear. I feelwearegoing
tobethebestoffriends.We are two of a kind;youremindmeofmyselfatyourage.'Neither of them
mentioned thatSebastian was evenmore like his great-grandfather but theyboththoughtit.
****Emily decided to dine
inhersitting-room,withthe girls, that night. As
shehadnootherdress,changingfordinnerwasan impossibility. Hermother was tooexhausted, after all theexcitement, and hadretired to bed. She hadno desire to eat on herown with hergrandfather. Althoughcordial relations werenow established, Emilywas still finding itdifficult to reconcile the
two sides of the Earl ofWesterham, irascibletyrant onemoment andbenevolent oldgentleman the next. Itwas small wonder, shethought, ViscountYardley had turned outsopompous.Millie andSerenahad
gone off with Mary toexploretheirnewhome.They had alreadyinvestigated the school
rooms upstairs andfound them admirable.Emily supposed agovernesswouldhavetobeemployedtocontinuetheir education. Sheintended to be far toobusylearninghowtobea polished lady of theton insteadofacountrymouse.Becoming bored with
herbookEmilyrang for
Jenny.'I'mgoingoutforawalk;Iwishtochangeinto my brown walkingdressandpelisse.''But that's so old,
miss. You cannot wearsuch an outfit here.'Jenny was shocked tothe core by such asuggestion.'Fustian, Jenny. I
have no other suitablefor a long walk in thegrounds. A mantua
makerhasbeensentforfrom London but, untilshe arrives, and startsrefurbishing ourwardrobes, we mustwear what we have, orstay shut up in ourroomsallday.'Stoutly shod in
scuffedblackhalfboots,an old chip strawbonnet rammed on herhead, she was ready toventure out. Jenny was
left behind. Emily didnot consider thatwalking about thegarden warranted amaidtoaccompanyher.A series of attentive
young footmen sprungto attention at herfootsteps and doorswere openedand closedlike clock work. It waslucky that she, unlikemost of her sex, hadbeen blessed with good
sense of direction andan excellent visualmemory. She arrived inthe Grand Hall withoutgettingherselflostonce.The frosty faced butler,Penfold, materializedbesideher.'Is, Miss Gibson ,
going outside might Ienquire?'Emily almost looked
round to see if Miss
Gibson wasaccompanying her andwas forced to cover herinvoluntary snigger bydiving into her reticule.'Iamintendingtotakeawalk around the parkbefore it gets too dark.'She had to bite hertongue to stop herselffrom asking the self-importantgentlemanforpermissiontogoout.'Will, Miss Gibson,
requireanescortonherperambulations?''No, she will not.'
Emily hurried to thefront door and twofootman opened it witha flourish and bowedher through, likeroyalty.She ran down the
steps and her tinklinglaughter was clearlyheardbySebastian,justreturning from his ride,
and about to take hismagnificent chestnutstallion,Sultan,backtothe stable yard. Insteadhe sent the horseskittering around thecorner,scatteringgravelanddirt,toinvestigate.The sound of a horse
approaching madeEmily pause and sheturnedtofacethenoise.Judging by thestamping and the
jangling, the animalapproaching was largeandspirited.Exactlythekind of horse she likedtorideherself.Sultan danced,
snorting, around thecorner of the building,arriving at exactly thesame time as she did.The horse, startled byhersuddenappearance,half reared, andSebastian swore loudly,
expecting to have afainting female collapseunder his horse'smassivehooves.Emily laughed again,
stepped sideways, andreached up to take thehorse's bit. 'Steady, oldfellow.Nothingtogetsoexcited about.' Sheplacedher freehandonthe stallion's nose andbrought it down to herlevel. 'You're a
handsome boy, are younot?' She breathed,open mouthed into thehorse's flaring nostrils,the odd actionestablishing an instantrapport with thenormallysavagebeast.Up to that point she
hadquite forgotten thatthe horse had notarrived alone. She hadbeen so occupiedmaking friends she had
not heard his riderdismount.'What the hell do you
thinkyouaredoing?Doyou want to be killed,youstupidgirl?' Emily found herself
nose to nose with afurious man withblazing blue eyes. 'Howdare you speak to melike that? I am not aserving maid.' Theyglaredateachother,her
hugehazeleyesglitteredwith righteousindignation.Sultan, resenting the
attention being takenfrom himself, loweredhis head and nudgedEmily firmly on theback. The unexpectedpushsentherflyingintoa solid wall of muscle.Sebastian, unpreparedwas unable to bracehimself and he lost his
balance and theytumbled backwards ontotheground.The languageheused
wasquitenewtoEmily.Her landing had beenfar softer than his; shewas safely cradled inViscount Yardley'sarms, hehad taken thefull brunt of the hardground. The situationwas ridiculous andEmilylaughed.
'I think,sir, thatyoushould moderate yourlanguage; my ears areburning.'Sebastian's swearing
ceased instantly. Hegrinned, quiteunrepentant, andsuddenly looked muchyounger and lessintimidating. 'And Ithinkyou,MissGibson,should consider yourposition; it is quite
unseemly.'At his words Emily
immediately attemptedto roll away but hisarms tightened, holdingher still. She could feelthe heat flood from topto toe and hated hersecond cousin forcausing her so muchembarrassment.'Please, release me,
immediately. I wish tostandup.'Hervoicewas
little more than awhisper and Sebastianrealized, too late, thathe had gone too far.ThiswasnofastLondondebutante but a shycountrygirl.With one lithe move
hesatup,placingEmilyon the ground besidehimashedidso.Beforeshe could attempt tostand he was up andtakingherhandspulled
hereasilytoherfeet.Hestepped back, hisexpressionserious. 'I apologize, Miss
Gibson; thatwas out oforder.Itreatedyouwithdisrespect and you donotdeservethat.'Emily glanced
nervously upwards.Whatshesawreassuredher. 'I accept yourapology, sir. It appearsthat we are destined to
fall out every time wemeet'He smiled, his eyes
warm with amusement.'Fall over, on thisoccasion, I think,CousinEmily.'Emily felt herself
blush again, but thistime it was for quite adifferent reason. Tocover her disquiet shebusied herself with theshaking out of her
dress, glad shewasnotwearing either of hernew gowns. When shehad recovered hercomposure sheanswered, the tone aslightashis.'Let us hope our
meetings in future areless hazardous, CousinSebastian.' For somereason she felt that herwords might come tobacktohaunther.
ChapterFiveLady Althea opened
her eyes and for amoment was not surewhere she was. Shegazed round thedelightful chamber,decorated in theOriental style. On thebed hangings, and thecurtains, dark redpoppies and lush greenleaves rioted, the
colours nearly as freshas the day they werehungalmostthirtyyearsago.With a sigh of
pleasure she sank backintothepillows,shewashome, sleeping in theroomsshehadoccupieduntilshehaddefiedherparents and marriedPeterGibson.Shecouldremember clearly thedaysheandhermother
had selected the exoticmaterials still hanginghere.For the first time in
two long years she feltcontented with her lot.She believed she wasfinally turning thecorner and could startto live her life withoutthe support of herbeloved husband. Stillsmiling, she leant overand gently tugged the
bellrope.Shewouldriseand take a bath. Usingthe bathing room againaftersolongwouldbeanovelty.Edwards appeared
besideher.'Yesmadam?Areyoureadytorise?''I am, Edwards. But
firstIwouldlikeabath.I do not intend to godownthiseveningsolayout an old gown, anywilldo.'
Her dresser beamed.'Thewaterisonitsway.I heard you sit up andsent word down. Thereis a note come up foryou, my lady, will youreaditnow?'Lady Althea held out
an elegant hand, theveins showing bluethrough her pale skin.She unfolded the paperand seeing the contentslaughed out loud. A
soundEdwardshadnotheardforfartoolong. 'Excellent! The Earl
has arranged forMadame Ducray tocome down from townbringing a selection ofmaterials and readysewed gowns, for us tochoosefrom.Shewillbestaying at Westerhamuntilall fourofushavecompletely renewed ourwardrobes. Is that not
splendidnews?'Edwardsnodded.'Yes,
madam. It's high timeyouallhadnewgowns.'The sound of
clattering buckets wasclearly heard from theadjoining bathing roomandLadyAltheagotoutofbedwithenthusiasm. 'I think I shall have
myhairwashedaswell,Edwards. Perhaps youshould cut it for me; it
hasbecomefartoo longandstraggly,hasitnot?'Two hours later Lady
Althea was restingcomfortably in hersitting-room, her hairfreshly styled and hernavy blue eyes alert.Shewasawaitingavisitfrom her youngerdaughters. What hadbecome of Emily, shehad no idea. Edwardshadsentamessagewith
one of thechambermaids to herroom but had found itunoccupied.SerenaandMilliewere
outside in thepassageway and shesmiledtothinkthatnowherpreciousgirlswouldbe able to grow up inthe same luxurioussurroundings as shehad.Ifshehadhadanyinkling of exactly what
her normally sensibleand sedate eldestdaughter was doing, atthat very moment, shewould have beenhorrified.
****Sultan stamped his
huge hoovesimpatiently, he waseager to return to hiscosy stable. Beingignored again, hesnatchedhisbridlefrom
his master's handstretchinghisnosehighinto the air. It had thedesiredeffect.'Stand,sir.Enoughof
that nonsense.'Sebastiansaid,laughingathismount'santics.'Ibelievehe'stryingto
tell you that he wishesto be in his stable, notstandingabouthere.'Emilyreachedupand
strokedthevelvetynose.
Shewas already in lovewith this horse. Shewoulddearlylovetoridehim but knew hercousin would neveragree to such a thing.But somethingpromptedhertoask.'Wouldyoupermitme
to ride Sultan? He'ssimilar to the stallion Iwas forced to sell aftermyfatherdied.'Sebastian's eyebrows
shot up under his hair.'Good God! Are yousaying you have riddensuch an animalyourself?'Emily laughed,
delighted she hadsurprised her cousin.'Indeed I have; and I'mnotashamedtosaythatI always rode astride. Ihave a habit speciallymadeforthatpurpose.''Idonotbelieve it.No
girl alive could ride ahorselikeSultansafely.'She bristled and hersmile vanished. Howdare he call her a liar!Emily threw back herhead and challengedhim.'Givemea legupand
you will see just howwrongyouare.'For a moment
Sebastian hesitated; itwas an outrageous
suggestion.Thenhesawthe fury in herremarkable eyes anddecided it would nothurt her to learn asharp lesson. He wouldcallherbluff. 'Very well; we will
take him somewheresafer.Thebackpaddockwill do.' He viewed herdusty old-fashioneddress as they walkedtowards the field. 'Do
you to need to changeintoyourhabit?'She shook her head.
'No, this skirt is fullenough;Ishallmanage.'Sultan,ondiscovering
he was not to be putinto his box, began toshowhisdispleasurebysidlingandthrowinghishead about. Emily wasbeginning to regret herrash decision but shewould not back down;
she wished her cousinto discover that, unlikethe usual debutantes,there was more to herthan feminine fripperiesandinanechatter.It quite escaped her
attention that so far, intheirbriefacquaintance,she had not shown theslightest sign of beingeither feminine or achatterbox.'Are you certain you
wishtogothroughwiththis,cousin?Iwillquiteunderstand if you feelyouarenotuptoridingSultan when he is inthismood.'Ifhehadnotaccompanied thesuggestion with asuperior smile Emilymight have agreed. Inspiteofherprowessasahorse woman, she wasstarting to think thatshewouldnotbeunable
to a control theoverexcitedanimal.'No, definitely not. I
have said I shall ridehim and ride him Ishall.'Theyhadreachedthe three acre meadowinwhichthehousecowsand miscellaneouspoultry lived. The gatelatch was stiff andSultan refused to standstillandallowSebastianto open it. Without a
second thought Emilysteppedupandremovedthe bridle from hercousin'shand.'Stop that, silly boy;'
she murmured as shewalked him in a small,tight circle. The horsewas so surprised to beled by such a smallhuman that he loweredhis huge head andnuzzled her back.'That's better; I don't
understandwhatallthefussisabout.''The gate is open.
Bringhimin,'Sebastiansnapped, annoyed thathis horse was behavinglike a donkey with hissmugcousin.Emily led Sultan into
the field and heard thegate clang with anunnecessarilyloudbangbehind her, makingSultan shy violently,
liftingheroffherfeetforasecond. 'It'sall right,boy, it's
only a silly gate.Slammed by a sillyperson. Calm downnow.'Sebastian almost
snatchedthereinsback.'You had better adjusttheleatherstosuityou.Ishallholdhimforyou.'She held the stirrup
under her arm, the
quickest way to judgethe length she needed,and moved the buckleup five holes. She wentround toalter theotherand was then ready tomount. She knewSebastianwasexpectingher to back down; shewould not give him thesatisfaction. Shegathered up the reins.She could barely reachthe horses withers; she
bent back her leg andfeltSebastian take it and
then she was in thesaddle and Sultan washerresponsibility.She settled herself
more securely andslackened the reins,allowing Sultan to flexhis neck, or had he sodesired, to take hold ofthebitandboltoffwithher. She heard a sharp
intake of breath besideher and knew hercousin was regrettinghis rash move and wasabout to step back andgrabthebridle.She clicked her
tongue and squeezedher legs firmly and thehorse moved awaysmoothly into a perfect,balanced trot. Emilyrelaxed; the handsomechestnut was a joy to
ride, the mostresponsive mount shehadeverhadShepushedhimintoa
canter and took him ina figure of eight aroundthe paddock. On thesecondcircuitsheaskedhim for a flying changeand he obliged. Sheforgot everything in theexhilaration of theexperience. She wasunaware that she was
showing an indecentamount of leg or thatshe had attracted alarge audience ofgrooms and stablehands as word of herexploits had spreadroundtheyard.She rode Sultan for
twenty minutes beforedeciding it was time toallow him to return tohisbox.Afterall,hehadalready been ridden
hard by his owner allafternoon.Shereinedinsmoothly at the gate,herfaceflushedandhereyes sparkling. It wasonly then she noticedtherowofgrinningfaceslined up against thefence.Good heavens, had
the entire staff ofWesterham come out tosee her? She alsobecame aware that her
cousin was not sharingher pleasure. Sebastianwas standing, armsfolded, his full lipscurled in superciliousdisdain.Herheartplummeted.
Why had she allowedpride to push her intosuch a situation? Shecould feel the warmafternoonbreezecoolingher bare calves andknew she had made a
dreadful error ofjudgement.Inthespaceof twentyshortminutesshe had destroyed herpreciousreputation.Shehad also broughtdisgrace to her motherandhergrandfather.Shamefaced, she did
not wait for assistancetodismount.Sheswungher leg over the saddleanddropped expertly tothe ground. She patted
Sultan'sneck,afterallitwas not his fault shehadmade an exhibitionofherselfandoutwardlycalm she handed hisreins to a waitinggroom.Without bothering to
speak she turned andwalked through theopen gate, and headheld high, the sunglinting on her russethair, she stalked,
apparentlyunconcerned, back tothehouse.Once inside she flew
up the stairs and ranalong the passageways.It was far too late toworry aboutscandalizing the staffwith such immodestbehaviour. Her sittingroom was mercifullyempty; at least hersisterswerenotthereto
witnessherhumiliation.She found her maid inthe box room that wasnowherown. 'Jenny, can you
preparemeahotbath.Ishall not get dressedagain. I'm going toretire. I have a severemegrim.'Her abigail wisely
refrained fromcommenting on the factthat her mistress
smelled strongly ofhorse and her onceclean dress was nowliberally covered withchestnut hair. Nor didsheremindEmilythatitwas her sister Ameliawho normally sufferedfrom sick headaches,nother.Somewhatrestoredby
her total immersion inwarm water, Emilyretired to her imposing,
old-fashioned, four-poster bed, and firmlypulled the heavydamask curtainsaround her. She hadalways considered suchbedsassuitableonlyforelderly folk but thatafternoon she wasgrateful she could hidein the privacy thedrapescreated.In the pink gloom,
little sunlight filtered
through the heavymaterial, she sat andconsidered her position.She had been atWesterham scarcely aday and had alreadymanaged to offend justabout everyone shehadmet.Shehadvomitedinthe bushes in front ofMrFoster,causedhergrandfathertolosehis
temper and offendedher, extremely high in
the instep, CousinSebastian,not oncebuttwice.It was a good thing
she no longer had topersuade him to marryher. She would neverforget the look ofabsolute disgust on hisfaceasheleantcasuallyagainst the paddockfence. It would beforever etched on hermind. She did not care
that he held her indislikeforheropinionofhimwasequallydismal.However the good
opinion of both hermother and grandfatherwere quite a differentmatter. Her behaviourwould have beenconsideredunacceptableeven for Millie. And asshe was still legallyunderthecontrolof theearl, he could
administer whateverpunishment he felt shedeserved. If it had beenAmelia at fault shesupposedhecouldordera sound spanking, butshewasreasonablysureshewouldbeconsideredtoo old to receive suchtreatment.Slowly her lips curled
in a rueful smile. Shewasactuallydiscipliningherself.Afterallshehad
putherselftobedatfiveo'clock in the afternoonwithoutanysupper,hadshe not? As her emptystomach grumbledalarmingly, she realizeditwasgoingtobeaverylong and uncomfortabletimeuntilbreakfast.Emily stretched out
her aching limbs, for ithad been so long sinceshe had last ridden herbody was protesting,
and settled down. Heronlyrecoursewastotryand sleep the hoursaway.Unfortunatelyherdreamswerenothappy.She spent the entirenight being pursued byirate persons of varyingagesandsizesbutallofthem, withoutexception, possessed apair of startlingly blueeyes.
****
Sebastian watchedEmilywalkawayand,inspite of his disgust ather total disregard forthe acceptableproprieties, he felt asmall measure ofadmiration at hercourage. He pushedhimself away from thefence and. ignoring thespeculativestaresofthestaff, strolled off in thedirectionof
the house. He foundhimself grinning as hepictured his cousinriding his horse sosuperbly; hewas forcedto admit that he hadnever seen a betterfemaleriderandneitherwere there many menwho could manage aspirited stallion likeSultanthewayshehad.He had accepted her
inappropriate challenge
expectingher to renege,giving him the welcomeopportunity toadminister a sharp set-down.Ifhehadthoughtfor a moment that sheactually intended toride, astride, in herwalkingdress,hewouldnever have agreed. Nowshe had disgracedherself in front of halftheoutsidestaff.A ladywould never have
exposed herself to suchridicule,eventoproveapoint.Heshudderedtothink
whattheearlwouldsaywhen he heard, asinevitably he would,about her exploits. Andthe wretched girl's poormother, what of her?She was obviouslyunwell; would herdaughter'sunpardonablebehaviour
cause Lady Althea tosufferarelapse?He stopped. Itwas as
though someone hadthrownan icybucketofwater over his head.How could he becastigating his cousinwhen the entire episodewas entirely his fault?She could not haveriddenifhehadnotonlyagreed, but activelygivenhertheassistance
sheneededtomount.Hefelthisfacesuffuse
with unaccustomedshame.What had comeover him? He was adiplomat, renowned forhis level headednessand sharp intellect, buthe had allowed himselfto be drawn into anappalling escapadesolelybecausehispridehadbeendented.He swore, vilely, to
himself, and lashed outat a nearby pedestalupon which a shinymarble cherub rested.The agonizing pain thatshot up his foot wasenough to bring him tohis senses. It was hisfault. He had somehowto make amends. Hewasagentlemanandhecould not allow hiscousin tobeblamed forsomething that was his
responsibility.Forhertolose her good namewouldbe intolerable,hecouldseethatnow.Buthowhewas to saveherfromcertainruinhehadnottheslightestnotion.The earl explained to
him his only course ofaction, in no uncertainterms. 'Good God, boy,thisisadisaster!Itisofyourmaking,whatwereyouthinkingof?Wordof
Emily's exploits will beall over the county bymorning. Your stupidbehaviour has ruinedthe reputation of anunspoiled countrymiss.She did not know thatwhat she proposedwould destroy her. Youcertainlydid.'Sebastian almost
hung his head. He hadnot felt so wretchedsince he was a
schoolboy and beenreprimanded for achildishprank.Howwasitpossiblethatadowdy,beanpole of a chit, hadcausedhimtobehavesobadly when enragedPrussian generals hadfailedtomovehim?'I accept full
responsibility for theincident, sir. It shouldnever have happened. Iknow that. It was
inexcusable of me toallowmy cousin to rideastride, in public,improperlydressed.'His great-grandfather
snorted. 'Are you tryingto imply,sir, that if shehad been wearing ahabit and ridden inprivate that such adisplaywouldhavebeenacceptable?''No, of course, I am
not. I just meant…' he
stopped, there wasnothing to say. He wasguilty as charged andready to do whatever ittooktoputthingsright.If Sebastian had seenhis grandfather'ssatisfiedsmilewhilsthewas staringmorosely athisboots,hemighthavebeen more alert. Mighthave reacted morequickly, been able toextricate himself from
thetrap.'AndIhaveyourword
thatyouarepreparedtodo whatever it takes toremedythesituation?''Yes,sir,youhave.''Very well; you have
noalternative,youmustofferforEmily.Theonlyway her reputation canbe salvaged is bybecoming your fiancé.People will forgive whattakes place between a
betrothed couple,however outlandish itmightbe.'Sebastian's head shot
up, his eyes wide, hiscomplexion white. Hemettheimplacablestareand knew he had nochoice.'Iagree,mylord.I will offer for hertomorrow.''Well done, my boy;
youhavemadetherightdecision.' The Earl of
Westerham left,chuckling happily,leaving the prospectivebridegroomsitting,headin his hands, in totalmisery. It was not justEmily's life that hadbeen ruined by hisstupidity, he had alsoruinedhisown.
ChapterSixThe late September
sunpouredthroughthewindow bathing theroom in golden light.Emilydidn'tnotice.Shewaspreparingherselftobravetheoutsideworld,to face the inevitablesniggers and sneersfrom the hundreds ofWesterham staff whoknew, even better than
its occupants, exactlyhow a lady shouldbehave.The mantle clock
struck eight.Was it tooearlytoventuredowninsearch of sustenance?She hoped she wouldfeel more confidentwhen her hunger wassatisfied, but shedoubtedit.'Jenny, do you think
thereisanyfoodputout
in the breakfastparlour?''Shall I go down and
find out, miss? Youdon't want to have awastedjourney.'Whist she waited for
hermaid's returnEmilypaced the room quiteunaware what anattractive picture shepresented.Hernormallypalecheekswereprettilyflushed, her eyes
sparkled and the sunshone in her russethair. But although thesmall waist and flowingskirt of her sage greendressflatteredher,evento the most partial ofviewers, she was overthin. The front of herbodice was little fullerthantheback.'They are putting out
the chafing dishes now,miss. His lordship likes
tobreakhisfastearly,Iamtold.''Thank you, Jenny. I
will go down. I have toface him sometime, Isuppose.'A footman sprung to
attention at herapproach, barely hidinghissmile.Heopenedtheparlour door with anexaggeratedflourishandshowedherin.
****
The room was notempty.ViscountYardleywas at that verymoment piling his platehigh with a mixture ofsliced ham, coddledeggs and fieldmushrooms. He hadhad little sleep and hisface was drawn andgrey.Whenheheardthedooropenhelookedup,his expression irritated.This instantly changed
toabsolutehorrorwhenhe saw who hadinterrupted him. Wasthere to be no respite?Surely a condemnedmancouldbeallowedtoeat his last meal inpeace?
****Emily saw his
expressionandinstantlyherhacklesrose. Inherlong, mostly sleepless,night she had come to
the same conclusion asher grandfather. Shewould not be in thismessifitwasnotforthemanstaringsorudelyather.Shewastemptedtoretreatandleavehimtoeat his meal in peacebut she was famishedand, howeverdisagreeablehercousin,she was not going toleave the room withoutfilling her empty
stomach.Sebastiannodded,his
brimming plate still inhis hand, and Emilynoddedback.Sheknewthecorrectetiquettewasfor a lady to be seatedand the gentleman towaitonher.Shouldshesit or help herself? Herstomach gurgledalarmingly and madethedecisionforher.The plates were still
warm and the foodsmelt appetizing. Ladiesdidn't pile their platesbut Emily didn't care;she had been halfstarved for the last twoyearsandnowherbodycraved nourishment.Ignoring her cousin sheput a random selectionofhot foodonherplateand took it to the farend of the long diningtable.Thenshereturned
for several slices of hottoast and a large pat offreshlychurnedbutter.She heard what
sounded suspiciouslylike a snort of laughter,quickly repressed, andglanced up. Sebastianwas having difficultycontaininghismirth.'Is thereanythingelse
I can get you CousinEmily? You appear tohavemissed out on the
coldcutsandmuffins.'Emilytriedtoswallow
her retort but it burstoutofitsownvolition.'Ifyou had spent the pasttwo years living on aslittle as I have youwould also wish to fillyourplate.'This unexpected
answer caused him toswear. 'Dammit, Emily,are you tellingme yoursituation has been so
dire that there was notenough food on yourtable?''Yes, that is exactly
what I am telling you,sir.Whatlittletherewaswent to my sisters andmother first, I made dowithwhatwasleft.'Heshookhishead;for
a moment unable tothink of somethingappropriatetosay.'Iamsorry to hear that, my
dear. It is almostunbelievable that yourfamilyhasbeeninsuchpoor circumstanceswhen your grandfathercouldhaveprovidedyouwith everything youneeded.'Emily dived into her
breakfast too hungry toanswer. Only when theplatewashalfemptydidshe pause and lookup.She found, to her
astonishment, thatinstead of seeing a pairof critical blue eyesstaring back at her shewas on her own.Viscount Yardley hadvanished.Shehadbeenso engrossed in herexcellent repast, shehad not heard himdepart. His breakfastremained, untouched,onthebuffet.She sighed,
exasperated that herCousin Sebastian wasso finicky he could notbeartoseealadyeatasheartily as she did. Forthe second time intwenty-four hours shecongratulatedherselfona lucky escape; beingmarried to such astickler would betediousintheextreme.
****Sebastianwatchedhis
young cousin devouringher food and instead ofbeing revolted he wasangry, furiously angry.Now he knew that herpallor and extremethinnesswascausedbysemi-starvation, hecould see that within afew weeks Emily wouldbe a lovely youngwoman. In fact shewould be a diamond ofthefirstwater.
His march throughthe house had takenhim to the earl'sapartments. Thefootman knocked at thedoor and announcedhim.'Good heavens, my
boy, this is an earlyvisit.What has broughtyou here in such apucker?'Sebastian gestured
impatiently for the
footman to leave thembefore he spoke. Hisvoicewascontrolledbuthisfuryquiteapparent. 'Howcanyouaccuse
me of ruining Emily'slife, sir, when you haveallowed the poor girl toslowly starve thesepasttwo years? It isunpardonable. If youwere a younger man Iwouldcallyouout.'The Earl recoiled and
graspedachair-backforsupport.Heappearedtocrumble and suddenlyhe was no longer awealthy, powerfularistocrat but avulnerable old man.Sebastian realized, toolate,hehadallowedhisanger at Emily'streatment to overcomehis common sense.What sort of diplomatwas he? Why he was
behavinglikeaveritablegreenhorn he had noidea.Astriplingstraightfrom schoolwould havebettermanners.Instantly remorseful
his anger evaporated. 'Iamsorry,grandfather; Ididnotmeantodistressyou.' He came forwardandhelped theoldmantoa chair,waitinguntilhe was seated andcomfortable before he
spoke again. 'Emily'shalf starved; how couldyouhaveallowedthistohappen?' His enquirywasmildthistime.The old man
shrugged. 'I did notknow how bad thingswere. I know that is noexcuse but I intend tomakeamendsforitnow.Thosegirlswillwant fornothing,Ipromiseyou.Iwant to give Emily a
season, if that is whatshewouldlike.'Sebastiancouldsense
areprieve.IfEmilywentto London, it waspossibleshewouldmeetsomeone more to herliking. She hadmade itpatently obvious thatshe held him in littleregard.'That sounds like an
excellentidea,sir''I am glad you
approve, my boy.' Hehad now recovered hiscomposure and wasonce more in control.'As your fiancé she willhave entrée to all thebest homes. A younglady needs to see theworld a little beforesettlingdown.''I have not asked her
yet, Grandfather. Haveyou considered the veryreal possibility that she
will refuse me? We donotsuityouknow.''Stuff and nonsense!
Emily will do as she isbid, once things havebeen explained to her.'He paused, lost inthought. 'Iwill speak toher after I have brokenmy fast. Then you willmake her an offer. Iexpect you to appear ateleven o'clock sharp, in
the library, is thatunderstood?''Yes, sir. I shall be
there.' He had nooption,hehadgivenhisword and he was nowobliged to ask a mostunsuitablegirl tobehiswife. He shuddered ashe considered themayhem she couldcause in the refinedworld of internationaldiplomacy. But he had
promised. He wasobliged to marry herunless she could bepersuadedtocryoff.Hismobile mouth slowlycurled at the corners.Whatifhemadehimselfso objectionable Emilydecided that his wealthand title would notcompensate her forbeing shackled to him.Sebastianbowed.'Ifyouwillexcuseme,
sir, I will speak to youlater,whenall issettledbetweenmy cousin andI.''Seethatyoudo.'
****Emily swallowed the
lasttwomorselsofhamand placed her cutleryon her plate. Shepushed back her chairand looked longingly atthe remaining food stillspread out on the
sideboard.Didshehaveroom,perhaps,forahotmuffin with bramblejelly?The door opened and
her grandfather wasbowed in. Immediatelyshe curtsied, droppinghereyespolitely.'Goodmorning,sir.''Good morning, my
dear Emily. Please donot rush off; you cankeep me company. Will
you take a dish of teawhilstIbreakmyfast?'Emily straightened,
her eyes widening.Whatever she had beenexpecting it is not sucha convivial greeting. 'Iwould love to, thankyou,' she added with asmile, 'I can highlyrecommend the hamand coddled eggs andthe muffins lookdeliciousalso.'
He chuckled, hisfaded blue eyes almostdisappearing in thecreases. 'Youmay serveme,child,withwhateveryou enjoyed yourself. Ihave a devil of a jobdeciding.'The footman retreated
once theearlwassafelyseated. Happily Emilyselected a variety oftempting items, but didnot overfill the plate.
She felt sure that anelderlygentlemanwouldnotwishtoconsumethesame amount of foodshe had managed. Heappeared satisfied withher choices andcommenced his mealwhilstshefetchedhimamug of porter andpoured tea into adelicate porcelain cupforherself.She could delay no
more;shewouldhavetotake the chair besidehim. He allowed her tosettle before he spoke.'Whatwereyouthinkingof child? Your displayyesterday is the talk ofWesterham and by thiseveningwillbethetopicof conversation in everyhouse in theneighbourhood.' Emilyhad expected him torant and rave and this
quiet enquiry made herblushwithshame.'Iamsorry,mylord. I
was provoked. I knowthatisnoexcuse,butitcould not havehappened withoutViscount Yardley'sassistance. He is moreculpable than me. It isto him you shouldapportion blame. Ithought he was adiplomat. Is he not
supposed to know howto behave in allcircumstances?''Exactly,my dear girl.
Yardleyacceptsthefaultwas his, even if theactions were yours. Heis ready to take thenecessary steps to saveyourreputation.''I do not understand.
How can he doanything? It's too late,the damage is done.'
Emily choked back asob. 'Mama will bedestroyed by this. Shehadsuchhighhopesforme,andIshallneverbereceived in society now,shallI?''Youwill,ifyouexcept
Yardley'soffer.''His offer…' she
stammered. 'Are yousaying I must marryhim in order to putthings right?'Shegazed
at her grandfather; hereyes widened and thecolour left her face.'Surely not? There hasto be another way. Ihave no more wish tomarry Viscount Yardleythen he has to marryme.''Nonsense! You will
dealadmirablytogether.If you do not accept itwill not just be yourgood name that will be
lost. His will be gonealso. Do you wish toruin him as well asyourself?''Of course not.' She
hung her head.Whatever she decided,her moment offoolishnesswasgoingtocause a lifetime'smisery. She had nochoice, but at least thisway her sisters, hermother and her
grandfather would behappy. After all, onlyyesterday she had beencontemplating marriageto Sebastian as thesolution to her family'sproblems. Her positionnow was no different,really.She raised her head
and pulled back hershoulders. Nobodywould ever know howshe felt about the
situation.'I shall accept
ViscountYardley'soffer,when he makes one. Ishall be honoured tobecome his betrothed,whatever thecircumstances thatpromoted it.' Her smilewas pitiful but hebeamed back, delightedhe had achieved hisobjectivesosoon.'Goodgirl.Youwillnot
regret it. Sebastian canbe a little stiff neckedbut never doubt hisintelligenceandhisgoodheart.' He wiped hismouth on his starchedwhitenapkin. 'Now,runalong, my dear. I amsure you wish to seeyourmotheranddeliveryourgoodnews.Iexpectyou to be the library
at eleveno'clock sharp.'Still smiling brightly
Emily rose gracefully toher feet, curtsied, andwent, not to see hermother as suggested,butbacktoherroomtofind the privacy shecraved.Jenny was in the
dressing-room mendingher torn dress. 'I'mgoingtoride.Pleasefindmyhabitrightaway.'Less than fifteen
minuteslaterEmilyhad
escaped outside andwas hurrying, headdown, towards thestables. Sebastian wasgoing thesamewaybutfrom the rear of thehouse. He had beenstriding round thegarden perfecting hisplan.Emily walked straight
into him. Instinctivelyhe closed his armsaround her, protecting
her from harm. Theimpact of their collisioncaused him to staggerbackwards into thethick yew hedge thatbordered the path. Itsbulkpreventedasecondfall.'Goodgrief,Emily!You
almost had us over.'Sebastian said, as hecarefully straightenedandreplacedherfeetonthepath.
'I beg your pardon; Iwasnot lookingwhere Iwas going. I hope I didnot harm you?' Hervoice was high andstrained. She tried tosmileandrelaxherrigidpose. 'I am hoping tofind a mount; do youthink there is onesuitableforme?'He stepped back,
brushingtheleavesanddebris from his person.
'Aslongyoudonotwishto ride Sultan, as I amabout to go out myself.Will you accompanyme?Icanshowyoutheestate,ifyouwishtoseeit?'Emily took the olive
branch.'Iwouldloveto,thank you, CousinSebastian. And I canassure you I might beimpulsive but I'm notstupid. I have no
intention of settingtongues wagging asecondtime.''I am glad to hear it.'
He offered her his armandshe felt itwouldbeuncivil to refuse. Themomentherhandrestedon the rough fabric ofhis riding jacket sheknew it to have been amistake. She felt hismuscles bunch beneathher light hold and
believed that hisreaction demonstratedhis antipathy to hertouch. She could nothavebeenmorewrong.Theprogresshadbeen
noted by an observantstable boy and Sultan,and a spirited greymare,weresaddledandwaiting when theyarrived in the yard.Emily looked aroundwithapproval.Thewell-
swept cobbles, freshlypainted boxes and theglossy, enquiring headshangingoverhalfdoors,toldher that thiswasawell-keptstableyard.Then she saw the
horses, standing readyand her smile, for thefirst time thatmorning,became genuine.Without pausing shestepped up to the hugechestnut stallion and
rubbed his nose. Helowered his head toallow her to pull hisears. 'Good morning, you
handsome fellow. Howare you today?' Theanimal whickered andlippedher facewithhiswhiskered mouth. 'Sillything; you're too big forkisses.' As she steppedawayshebecameawarethat she was, once
more, the centre of acircle of interestedspectators.HereyesmetSebastian's, they werenot censorious, butamused.'I'msorry;butIcouldnotresistgreetinghim.'Grinning he leant
downandwithapockethandkerchief wipedawaythetrailofslobberhishorsehadleftonherforehead. 'There is no
need to apologise;Sultan is sorely inneedof friends. He iscordially disliked by allthe grooms and ladswho attend to him. Forsome strange reasonhehas fallen under yourspell,Cousin.''You are bamming
me? Sultan is not wild,he'sagentlegiant.''I think his stable lad
would dispute that, my
dear.' He smiled; hiseyes alight withlaughter, making himsuddenly lookapproachable and lesssevere. 'Do you likePolly, your mount? Sheis a fast ride but I amcertain that you willhave no difficultyhandling her, evenridingside-saddle.'Emily turned her
attention to the mare,
who was moreinterested in flirtingwith the stallion. 'I loveher. If I can not haveSultan for my own, Ishall happily settle forPolly.'Theheadgroomthrew
her up into the saddleand shehookedone leground the raisedpommel. The othergroom fitted her neatlybooted foot into the
singlestirrup.Sebastianvaultedinto
his saddle unaided andgathereduphisreins. 'Ithought we would taketheroutethroughHomeWoods, there arehedges,logsandditchestojump,andthencomebackacrossthepark.''That sounds perfect.
It's so long since I'vebeen able to ride and Ihave missed it
dreadfully.'They clattered out of
the yard in easyconversation. He hadquite forgotten his vowto alienate his futurewife by his obnoxiousbehaviour. She hadquite forgotten that shedisliked him. Thedreaded appointment inthe library wastemporarily pushedasidebytheexhilaration
oftheride.Theyarrivedbacktwo
hours later, hot andmud-spattered, havingspent the entire timewithout speaking acrossword.Theyparted,amicably, and whenthey returned to theirapartments to changetheir garments neitherof them gave a thoughtto what faced them inthelibrary.
****Sebastiandressedina
coat from Westons, cutsquare at the front asthe newest fashiondictated. It took hisman, Morrison, twentyminutes to ease himinto this and his skintight inexpressibles andhighly polishedHessians. He tied hisown neck cloth in anintricate arrangement
he had devised forhimself. Satisfied, hestrode from hischamber, his jawclenched and hisexpressiongrim.Hewasfacedwiththe
prospectofspendingtherest of his life in thecompanyofsomeonehescarcely knew. It was arecipefordisaster.Thenhisexpressionrelaxedalittle as he recalled the
pleasant two hours hehad just spent in hercompany. He nowconsideredthathisplanto trick Emily intobreaking theengagement wasreprehensible andhardly appropriate toman of his elevatedpositionandhedecidedhehadnooptionbuttoabandonit.
****
'I have repaired yourlilac gown,miss; it's allreadyforyou,andItookthe liberty of calling upabath.''Thank you, Jenny. I
willnotwearthatdress,anolderonewillsuffice.'For a moment she waspuzzled by her maid'slook of horror at thesuggestion. Then shefelt as though she hadswallowed
a stone. For in lessthan an hour she wassupposed to be in thelibraryreadytoagreetomarryhercousin.It was so unfair! She
had been given her lifebackbyhergrandfatherand had thrown it allaway by a moment offoolhardiness.Sheknewshe had no choice. Shecouldn't understandwhy the prospect of
marrying her cousinfilled her with suchdread. After all he washandsome, intelligent,wealthyandtitled.Mostdebutantes would loveto be in her position.Why was she so setagainstthematch?
ChapterSevenThe harsh sound of a
clock striking the hourmade Emily jump. Shewaslate.Howcouldthathave happened? Shequickened her steps,liftedher skirt, and ranlightly downstairs.Where was the library?The vast hall wasdeserted, and none ofthe usual footmen in
sight. There were fiveroutes for her to selectfrom but she had noideawhichonetotake.Frantically she
searched for a bell-cordin order to summonassistance but foundnone. Then she had aninspired notion; shewould open the frontdoor and knock loudlyon it; thatwould surelybring Penfold out of
hiding.Pleased with her
scheme she turned theheavyknobandsteppedout into the morningsunshine. The treeswere so lovely in theirautumn colours thatshe became distractedand released her holdon the door. Its swungshut with an ominousclunk. She spun roundtoo late, the door was
firmly closed. She liftedtheheavybrassknockerand banged it. Shewaited expectantly.There was no sound offootsteps hurrying toher summons. Shebangedagain,withsuchforce that she hurt herhand. Yesterday thewretched place hadbeenoverrunwithstaff,where were they alltoday?
She decided toabandon the front doorand search for anotherentrance. Penfold, whohad been closeted withMrs Todd, thehousekeeper, openedthedoortoseeaflashoflilac vanish round thecorner. It was not hisplace to question thestrange ways of hisbetters, so quietly shutthedoorandwentabout
hisbusiness.Emily was breathless,
and the hem of herdresslimpanddustybythe time she finallyfound a side door thatopened. She burst in,startling two parlourmaids about theirduties.'Thank Heavens! I
have found someone.Please could you directmetothelibrary?'
The younger girlrecovered first. 'Yes,miss, if you would caretofollowme.'Emily was late, very
late. Her hair wasescaping from its pinsand the hem of herdress was mired but inherurgencyshefailedtonotice.
****Sebastian was glaring
out across the park; he
did not like to be keptwaiting. The sound ofher hurrying footstepsalerted him. He turned,and stood, legs slightlyapart, arms rigidlybesidehim,andwaited.'Miss Gibson, my
lord.' The maid, dutydone, disappeared butnot before she hadnoted the Viscount'sexpression and Emily'sappearance.Bothwould
bedescribedindetailtothe rest of the staffwhen they sat down forsupperthatnight.Emily curtsiedandas
her eyes dropped shesaw the appalling stateofherdress.Herspiritssunk even lower. Thiswas not an auspiciousstart. She raised herhead and shrivelledunder the icy stare ofher future husband.
Where was the friendlyman she had just beenoutridingwith?There was an
interminable silence;Emilydidnotspeak,shefelt too ill. Sebastianknew if he opened hismouth too soon hewould say somethingtheywouldbothregret. Emily recovered her
composure. 'I mustapologize for keeping
you waiting, sir.' Shewas about to explainwhyshewaslatebutheforestalled her. Shenoticed that thereappeared to besomething wrong withhisbreathing.'For God's sake, sit
down, Emily and let usget this farcecompleted.'Everyinstincttoldher
to flee from this
formidablemanbutherfeetrefusedtomove.Hetookastep towardsherand fearing thathewasgoing to strike her, sheretreated until hershaking back was hardagainst the door, hereyeswide. 'Please, I'm sorry. I
got locked out.' To hershame she feltunwantedtearsspilloutand trickle down her
cheeks.'It is I who must
apologize, Emily.'Sebastiantookherhandand gently drew hertowards a sofa. 'Sitdown,mydear, youareshaking. I should nothave frightenedyou likethat;itwasinexcusable.I am behaving like anincompoop. Here, usethis.' Emily felt the softtouch of a linen
handkerchief placedinto her fingers andobedientlywipedeyes.'I am not usually a
watering-pot. I don'tunderstand what'shappening to me. Ipromise you, I amusually a woman ofgoodsense.''It is this wretched
business. It has got tousboth,hasitnot?'Shenodded.'Youhave
no more wish for thisthan I do, do you,CousinSebastian?''No,Idonot.ButIam
afraid we have nochoice, my dear. Ourbehaviouryesterdayhasput us beyond the paleand only theannouncement of ourengagementwillsaveusbothfromruin.''Grandfather told me
you could lose your
position in thegovernmentaswellasinsociety.Isthattrulythecase?''It is; we have no
choice.' Then he smiledand inexplicably herheart turned over. Hereached over and tookherhand. 'MissGibson,will you do me theinestimable honour ofbecomingmywife?'She swallowed twice,
before answering. Thereappeared to be a lumpstuck in her throat.'Yes,mylord,Iwill.'Thepull on her handcontinued and shefound herself beingembraced by twoexceptionally well-muscledarms.'Lookatme,Emily,'he
commanded.Shedidasshe was bid andreceived her first adult
kiss.Thefeelofanothermouth on hers was atfirstalarmingbutslowlyshe relaxed and beganto enjoy the strangesensation.'There, it is done.'
Viscount Yardleyreleased her and stoodup. 'I assume you willtell Lady Althea ourgoodnews?''Yes, of course I will.
Whathappensnext?Are
we obliged to doanythingelse?''No; I am returning to
Town after I havespoken to the Earl.' Hebowed formally and,without furtherconversation,strodeoutoftheroom.Emily stared at the
closed-door scarcelyable to comprehendwhat had just takenplace. In the space of
thirty minutes she hadbeen shouted out,scared half to death,comforted, proposed to,kissed and abandoned.Itwastoomuchtotakein. Shakily she got toher feet and began towalk around the room,trying to bring order tohertumbledthoughts.She was still in the
library when her sisterdiscovered her. Millie
greeted her with ascreamofdelight.'Em, here you are! I
havebeen searching foryou for hours.Everything is like agame of hide and goseek in this hugehouse.'Emily put down her
book and returned hersister's happy smile. 'Iknow, Millie, I got lostthis morning and have
notdaredventureoutofhere again. Is there aparticular reason youareseekingme?''Yes, Madame Ducray
fromLondonhasarrivedand has boxes ofsamples and things toshow you. Mama hasgot dressed and takensome breakfast. I loveWesterham; we're goingtobesohappyhere.''I'm sure you're right.
Come along then, shallwe try and findMama'sapartments or ring forassistance?''We had better ring;
she will be gettinganxious.'Lady Althea greeted
herdaughtersasthoughthey had been lost forweeks. 'My dears, atlast, I have been soworried. Where everhave you been for so
long?''Emwashiding in the
library; it took me forevertofindher.''Well you are both
here now. MadameDucray has set up inyour sitting-room,Emily.She iswaiting toseeusthere.'Serena bounced off
the chaise-longue. 'Shallthere be dresses forme
aswell,Mama?''Of course, my love.
Your grandfather saidwearetohavewhateverwewish.He has placedno restrictions onexpenditure.'It was only then that
Emily realized hermotherandsisterswereignorant of either herscandalousbehaviourorher precipitateengagement.
'Mama, I have tospeak with you first.Millie, take Serena intoMadame and tell herthatweshallbealonginafewminutes.''Canwestartchoosing
material for ourdressesandpinafores?'LadyAltheaanswered.
'Yesyoucan,mydears.Madamewilldirectyourattention to those mostsuitableforgirlsofyour
age.'Mary led her charges
away leaving Emily andher mother alone. 'Youhave not heard whathappened yesterday,haveyouMama?''I heard that you and
Papa fell out but werereconciled immediately.I also heard thatViscount Yardley andyou were at daggersdrawn.Surelytherecan
notbeanythingelse?''I'm afraid there is.
YouhadbettersitdownwhilstItellyou.'When Emily finished
her story her motherwasshockedspeechless,butonlyforamoment.'Am I to understand
that you are nowengaged to be marriedtoViscountYardleyandhe has departed forTown without bothering
tospeaktome?'Emily nodded. 'He
asked grandfather'spermission to addressme. I suppose he feltthatwassufficient.'Lady Althea was
incensed.Sheknewshehad been slighted anddidnot take itkindly. 'Ithinkitistheoutsideofenough.Ihaveknownofhis existence scarcely aday and already I
cordially dislike him.You shall not marryhim, Emily, I will nothaveit.''ButifIdonot,bothof
us will lose ourreputations. Thescandal will also reflecton both you and thegirls.Icannotallowthattohappen.'Her mother pursed
herlipsthenhereyeslitup. 'I have it, Emily.
When we havereplenished ourwardrobes, we shall goto Town. Although it isnot high Season therewill stillbeplentygoingon.Wecanbereadyinamonth or less. I shallwrite at once to all myold acquaintances andget invitations for us tothe most prestigiousdances and soirees. AsViscount Yardley's
fiancé, and mydaughter, you will beacceptedeverywhere.'Emily interrupted her
mother's excited plans.'Butwhy?Howwill thathelp?''It is as plain as the
nose on your face, mylove. You will beconsidered a success,your reputation will berestored and then youcan break the
engagement andnoonewill think twice aboutit.''What reason shall I
givefordoingso?Idon'twish to be called a jilton top of everythingelse.''Weshall justsayyou
do not suit after all. Iwill think of something.Papa has promised tomake all of you agenerous settlement.
Youarenowanheiress.There will be noshortage of eligiblesuitors, I can assureyou.'Emily did not point
out that she really hadno desire to bemarriedto anyone. It seemed ashame to dampen hermother's enthusiasm. Itwas so long since shehad seen her taking aninterestinanything.
'Is there no way thatViscount Yardley couldcry off withoutdamaginghisname?''No,mylove.Theman
ishonourboundtokeephispromise,butsocietyunderstands that it isawoman's privilege tochange hermind.' LadyAlthea rose. 'Come,Madame will think usdiscourteous if we donotappear.'
****Emily's sitting-room
had been transformedinto an Indian bazaar.Silks, satins, sarcenetand muslins explodedover chair backs andsofas, cascading intopoolsofliquidcolouronthe polished boards.Upon the occasionaltables were spreadpages from, La Belle
Assemblée, with thelatest fashion plates foradults and childrenalike.The petite
Frenchwoman, herbrindled hair scrapedback into anunflattering bun,fluttered forward, hertiny hands wavingtheatrically. 'Oh, LadyAlthea,MissGibson,weare so 'appy to see you
'ere. I 'ave some lovelygownsmade up for youto wear whilst I amconstructing your newchoices.'Madame ushered her
clients to the oneuncluttered sofa. 'If youwill please to sit 'ere, Iwill 'ave my girls showyou the gowns that arecomplete.' Emily andLady Althea sat wheredirected. There was no
sign of either Millie orSerena.'Where are my girls,
Madame? Surely theyhave not become boredsoquickly?''Ohno,mylady.They
areinthechamberwiththeir nurse, trying onthe new clothes withgreat enthusiasm. Areyouready?Iwillcallmyassistantstobegin.''Can I really select as
many outfits as I wish,Mama? Doesgrandfather havebottomlesspockets?'LadyAltheapattedher
daughter's hand. 'He isoneofthewarmestmeninEngland,my love, sodo not stint yourself. Ipromiseyouthat Ihavenointentionofdoingso.I never thought to havea closet bursting withlovelygownseveragain.
I believed that I hadforgone such luxurieswhen I married yourdearPapa.'Emily tensed, waiting
for the torrent of tearsthat always followedsuch a mention but itdidn'tcome.Shesmiled.'I'm certain that he
wouldwant you to lookbeautiful again. Indeed,you're looking betteralready.I'msurethatin
a fewweeks youwill befeeling fully restoredand well enough totravel to London withme.''I shall, my love, I
shall.' Lady Altheastared intensely at hereldest daughter. 'Youarealsofartoothin,mylove. We must bothendeavour to eat more.Slenderisattractivebutstickthin,Iamafraid,is
not.'Emily giggled. 'If I
continue to eat as I didthis morning I will bethesizeofahorseinnotime' Madame coughedpolitely, drawing theirattention to theentrance of the first ofthe two mannequins.Aftertwohourseventhedelight of selecting newgownswasbeginning topallforallthecompany.
They decided topostpone themeasuringand fitting for theafternoon. LadyAlthea returned
to her rooms promisingshe would eat beforeresting. Emily and hersisters found their wayback downstairs to thesmall dining parlourwhere, they had beeninformed, a coldcollation had been set
upforthem.'I have four new
dresses, with matchingslippers, and bonnetsand ribbons as well.'Serena told Emilyproudly.'And Ihave the same.
How many did youselectEm?'Millieasked.'I am now the proud
possessor of twomorning gowns, two teadresses, one walking
dress with matchingpelisse,andoneeveninggown. I have, naturally,a full complement ofslippers, bonnets,reticules and shawls toaccompanythem.Ishallbesosmartyouwillnotknowme.''Mary says we are
having lots of othergarments madeespecially. I do not seewhen we will have time
to wear them all. And IexpectIwillhavegrownout of them before theyareevenhalfwornout.''You have to change
your outfit every hour,Serena; it is whathappensintheton, isitnot,Em?'Serenalookedsuitably
horrified.Do not tease your
sister, Millie. No,
Serena,youdonothaveto change so often.However,Ibelievethatitis not done to wear thesame dress twice inpublic, but that onlyapplies to adults I amsure.'Thegirlsstared,open-
mouthed.Milliewasthefirsttorecover.'Butthatcan not be right. Itwould mean havinghundredsofdresses;no
one would have somany. It would be toowasteful.''Three hundred and
sixty fivedresses, ifyouwent out every day.'Serena said with awe.'No wonder we havesuch enormous closetsinourchambers.'Emily shookherhead
laughing openly at hersisters. 'Don't take mesoliterally,girls.By'out
in public' I meant to aparty,ball,orsoiree,notwalkingordrivinginthepark.'By theendof theday
the Gibson family wasexhausted, but theywereallwellsatisfiedbythe day's events.Madame Ducray waseven more so, for shereturnedtoLondonwithan order of suchmagnitudeshewouldbe
obliged to take onmoreseamstressesifitwastobecompletedontime.Ithad been arranged thatshe would deliver thefinished items toWesterham within fourweeks,inorderthatanyalterations could bemade before the partydepartedforLondon.
****The Earl of
Westerham's townhouse
was naturally, in thebest part of town, awayfrom the noise andpollutionof the teemingcity streets, but not sofar from the park thatSebastian could notexercise his horse, ordrive his high-perchphaeton.He took himself to
Whites to tell hisacquaintances of hisbetrothal. It was
imperative that thenewsof theengagementwasspreadbeforeothergossip arrived in town.Someone was bound tohear about the ridingdebacle; such anexcitingtitbitofscandalwould be greedilyabsorbed and hurriedonitsway.By theendof theday
Sebastian's face wasstiff from smiling and
his back sore from thecongratulatory slapping.No one questioned hischoice orhis timing;hewas the sole heir to agreat name and it washis duty to producesufficientsonstosecurethe title. What betterway than choosing tomarry his secondcousin?Too dispirited to join
in any card games or
attendoneofthesoireesormusicalstowhichhehad been invited, hereturned home. He haddone his duty, theirreputations were safe.No wedding date hadbeen set, but knowingthe earl, it would besoonerratherthanlater.He scowled as hecontemplated his futuretied to a young womanwith no sense of
decorum and a figurelike a boy's. She didhave lovely eyes and afine head of hair, butsetting up his nurserywith such a female didnot fill him withenthusiasm.The next morning he
reported to his office atHome Guards anddiscovered he wasrequired to leaveimmediately for
Belgium. Napoleon hadescaped from Elba andwas already in Paris,gatheringloyaltroopsasfast as a dog foundfleas. Wellingtonrequired his immediateservices. He caught thenext packet to Calaisand was safelyestablished on theDuke's staff within lessthan a week. Allthoughts of Emily and
their engagement wereforgotten in theexcitement of preparingfor the inevitable battlewiththeFrench.
****Meanwhile, at
Westerham,LadyAltheaslowly recovered bothher looks and herspirits,evenherstragglyhair regained its lustrewiththejudicioususeofhenna. Emily rode out
every day, sometimeswith her sisters,sometimesaccompaniedonlybyagroom.Shegottoknowhergrandfatherand finally forgave himforhisneglect.The ring, which had
once been hergrandmother's,remained unworn onher dresser. When theday came for theirdeparturetoLondonshe
had all but forgottenthat she was engaged.Apartfromthe arrival of this
token,withabriefnote,they had received nocommunication fromViscountYardley,whichbothered her not onejot.
ChapterEightThe Earl of
WesterhamaskedEmilytovisithimprivatelyonthe morning scheduledfortheirdeparture.'Sit down, my dear; I
am going to miss yourcompanywhilst youarein Town. Do not stopawaytoolong.''We intend to return
for the Yuletide
festivities so it will bebut five weeks we areabsent.''Excellent; I have
something specialplannedforyouall.IamintendingtoholdaNewYear's masquerade;Serena and Amelia willloveit.''Willitnotbetoodark
and dangerous forpeople to travel toWesterham,
grandfather?'He chuckled at her
ignorance. 'Goodheavens, my dear, myguests will already behere. Ihave invited fiftypeople to stay. The ballwillbetocelebrateyourforthcoming nuptials.'Emily shivered. 'I havenoticed Emily, that youdo not wear yourbetrothal ring. Is it apoorfit?'
She blushed. 'No,grandfather.It isremissofmebutIdonot,asarule, where anyjewellery. I am alwaysafraidIwillloseit.ButIpromiseIshallputitonimmediately.''Good girl; people will
thinkitoddofyouifyoudo not display itproudly. I believeYardleywillbereturningsoon;itishightimeyou
spent some timetogether.''I am looking forward
toit,'shelied.Shestoodup and came across tokiss her benefactorfarewell. 'I am going tomiss you, Grandfather.You must take care ofyourself whilst we aregone.'He patted her cheek
affectionately. 'I will,minx. And you enjoy
yourself; attend asmany parties andgatherings as you can,makesomenewfriends.IhavegivenAltheasomeextra cards so if thereareanyyouwishtoaddto the house party, youwillbefreetodoso.''Thankyou;Imustgo,
thecarriageiswaiting.Imust not keep thehorses standing, it iscoldthismorning.'
****The Gibson family
made good time andarrivedatLessingHousebymid-afternoon.Therewas still sufficientdaylight for the girls toexclaimindelightattheplaceinwhichtheywereto reside for the nextfive weeks. Millie stoodon the freshly washedpavement and staredup.
'There are four floors.It takes up quite halfthe block.' She gazedaround the selectsquare on which thehouse was situated. 'Itis almost twice the sizeof all the otherdwellings.''It is, my love. And it
is as luxuriouslyappointed asWesterham. We willwant for nothing, I
promiseyou.''May I play in a little
garden in the centre,Mama? It has a lawnand flowerbeds andthere are statues ofladies in it,' Serenaasked.'I am sure Mary will
take you when theweather is fine, if MissQuenbygivesyouleave.'The governess, a
sprightly, middle-aged
lady of superiorknowledge andimpeccable references,nodded and smiled.'Yourmorningswill stillbespentonyourbooks,MissSerena,butIthinkthe afternoons can begiven over to visits andexcursions.Afterallthisis your first time inourcapital city. I am sureLady Althea wishes youto see as much of it is
possible.''Indeed I do, Miss
Quenby. Miss Gibsonand Iwill be out a dealof the time so I amtrusting you to plan asuitableitineraryformyyoungestdaughters.''Miss Quenby has
promised she will takeustotheTowerandtheVauxhallGardens. I amso pleased to be here,Mama, I think I might
burst.''I do hope not, Miss
Serena, it would makesuch a mess on thisclean pavement.' MissQuenbyrepliedsmiling.The London butler,
Digby, fromhis vantagepointat theheadof thesteps, viewed thelaughing group withdisfavour.Emily noticed the
frontdoorwasopenand
bright candlelightspilling out. 'Comealong, everyone, I thinkwe should go in.' Shenoticed the look on thebutler's face andrealized they had beenmaking a spectacle ofthemselves, gawpinglikevillagersatafair.Digbyshowedthemin
and introduced the restof the staff to LadyAlthea. Then they were
conducted to theirapartments at the farside of the spaciousbuilding. In every roomwelcoming fires burntmerrily andcandelabrum glowedwith expensive beeswaxcandles. The youngestgirlshadbeenput,withMissQuenbyandMary,on the attic floor in thenurserywing.Theywerenotimpressed.
'Whydowehavetobeup here? It's cold anddark. Grandfather doesnotmakeussleepinthenurseries.' Serena saidcrossly.'Indeed he does not,
my loves. Nor shall youthis visit.' Lady Altheaturned to thehousekeeper. 'MissAmeliaandMissSerenawill have rooms next toMiss Gibson. And you
will find a morecomfortablechamberforMissQuenby.''Yes, my lady. I'm
sorry, my lady, but MrDigby believes thatchildren belong in thenursery, not on thesecondfloor.'Lady Althea smiled. 'I
quite understand. Maryyoucanremainuphere,JennyandEdwardscanjoinyou.Whenyouhave
fires burning it will bequitecosy.'The girls' belongings
were packed andtransported backdownstairs. It was fulldark by the time theparty was settled toeveryone's satisfaction.After a light supper,served in a prettywithdrawing-room onthe first floor, the girlswere so tired they went
to bed without demure,leaving Emily and hermotheralone.'I think I am going to
retire also, my dear, Iam fatigued after thejourney.'Emilyrangthebellandaparlourmaidappeared to escort hermothertoherrooms.'I am going to explore
for a while. I want todiscover thewhereabouts of the
library and the study.Miss Quenby wishes touseoneof them forherlessons.' Emily waitedfor the young maid toreturn to guide herdownstairs. 'Are therooms on the groundfloor not open, Beth?'She asked the girl onthewaydowntherichlycarpetedstairs.'They are, Miss
Gibson; but they're for
Viscount Yardley's use.'Thegirl grinned. 'You'recoming has fair put oldDigbyoutofsorts,Icantell you, miss. Hecannot abide eitherwomenorchildren.Iamup from Westerham,same as you; all femalestaff are, including MrsLawford. She is underhousekeeper backthere.'Thegirlhaltedinfront of a stout door.
'Thisisthelibrary,MissGibson. Shall I showyouthestudytoo?''Yes, please do. Why
are thereareno flowersanywhere?'Bethgiggled.'Oldsour
face can't abide flowersneither.ShallIsendoutforsometomorrow,MissGibson?''Yes,LadyAlthealikes
the house to be filledwith blooms. Will
someone go to CoventGardenforthem?''That they will, Miss
Gibson. If Mrs Lawfordallows, I'll go myself,and take a couple ofbootboysalongwithmetocarrythem.'Emilydecidedthatthe
study, althoughpresently unlit andchilly, would be morethan adequate for hersister's to take their
lessons. 'I can find my way
back to my rooms,thankyou,Beth,soyoucango.Iintendtositinthe library for a whileand read. I noticed ithas a decent fireburning.''Very well, Miss
Gibson. If you're sure.Goodnight,miss.'Beth vanished
through a door in the
panelling, leaving Emilyalone outside thelibrary. Feeling a littlelike an intruder shepushed open the doorandwentin.Therowsofleather bound booksweremostly dull and ofno interest but shefound a volume on thehistory of London andtook that back to acomfortable, deep-seated, leather chair,
positioned close to thefire.She tucked her feet
under her, smoothingout the delicate folds ofthe skirt of her greenspottedmuslin.Shewasgladthisgownhadlongsleeves and that shehad thought to place acashmere shawl aroundher shoulders. Thecandles she hadpositioned on the
mantelshelf and smallside tables bathed herin a golden glow. Thecombination of warmthand exhaustion causedher head to droop andshefellasleep.She did not hear the
sound of the carriageoutsideor thebustleasanother visitor arrived.She slept through. Thecandles burned downlower and the fire went
out. The cold finallywoke her. The feebleglow of the tworemaining candle stubsrevealed little. Then shefelt the heavy weight inherlapandrememberedwhereshewas.Sheuncurledher legs
with difficulty andstumbled to her feet.Her dress was creasedand her hair, as usual,wasfallingdownaround
her face. Crossly shepulled out theremaining pins andshookherhead,sendingthe waist length curlscascading down herback in a russetwaterfall.The large clock,
ticking loudly in it'swoodencase, toldher itwas past midnight.Everyone would beasleep. She frowned;
why had Jenny notsoughtherout?Hadthegirls not missed theirusual goodnightembrace?One of the candles
guttered and went out.Quickly Emily snatchedup the remaining one;she had to find a roomwith fresh candlesbefore she was left inthepitchblack togropeher way back to her
rooms.The feeble glimmer
showed her the doorand she opened itquietly, not wishing towake the household.She stood, holding hercandle aloft, staringdown the long darkpassageway.Thentoherdelight she saw a crackof yellow escaping froma door further down. Itwas in the opposite
direction to theonesheknew she must takebut, if there wassomeone in the room,they could provide herwith directions and thenecessaryillumination.She did not stop to
consider exactly whothat someonemight be.It was only as shetentatively pushed thedoor open that itoccurred to her the
roomcouldbe occupiedby an intruder. In herterror she dropped thecandle and plungedherself into totaldarkness. She had toflee, but disorientatedby the lackof light,shehad no idea in whichdirection to go. Too lateshe heard the sound ofrapidly approachingfootsteps and the doorcrashedopen.
Emily tried to pressherself against the walland she prayed fordeliverance, what shegotwasa lethalblowtoherrighttempleandshecollapsed, without asound,atherattacker'sfeet.
****'God's teeth!'
Sebastian swore anddropped tohisknees inhorror. He had known
theminutehisclenchedfist landed that he hadmadeaterriblemistake.Itwasonlynowthatheappreciated just howbad.Hehadthoughthehadfelledahouse-maidon an illicit night timejaunt, but this was somuchworse.In the light from his
sitting-room he gentlyscooped hisunconscious fiancé up
and her unbound hairspilled over his arms inwarm thick ripples. Itssoft touch made hisstomach clenchandhispulseaccelerate.Carefully he laid
Emily on the nearestsofa. He dropped againtohiskneesandpushedback the hair from herface. He swore again,moreviciously.Thevividpurple bruise already
appearingonhertemplewas ample evidence ofhis brute force. Helooked around forsomething to press ontheswelling.Therewereonly the dregs of hisclaretdecanter.Itwouldhave to do. He tippedthe thick ruby liquidonto the neck-cloth hehadremovedearlier.The red stains left by
thedampclothmatched
the spreading bruise.Should he call forassistance?Howwasheto explain the presenceof his fiancé, with hairunbound, unconsciousin his private quarters?Whatever explanationwas offered it would bedisbelieved. Theevidencespokeforitself.It had been anassignation in whichthey had violently
disagreed and, in hisfury, he had struck herdown.A faint sound alerted
him.Shewascomingtoher senses. He saw hereyelidsflickerandopen.He stared into herextraordinaryhazeleyesand his chestconstricted. How couldhe ever have thoughther plain? She was themost beautiful and
desirablewomanhehadeverseen.
****Slowly, Emily
returned to fullconsciousness. Herhead hurt and hervisionwasblurred.Thenshe remembered thedoor opening and theviolentblowtoherhead.She stiffened and fearflooded back. She wastrapped, helpless, with
the monster who hadtriedtokillher.Shefeltherself falling back intoa black pit. From adistance she heard afamiliarvoice. 'Emily, it is I,
Sebastian.Youaresafe;I will not hurt youagain. It was anaccident. I thought youwereanintruder.'She lay still,
assimilating his words,
trying to make sensefrom them. It wasSebastian who hadtreated her so cruelly?But hewas inBelgium,howcouldhebehereinLondon? She felt asoothing coolness onher throbbing templeand, although she didnot fully understandwhat she heard, sheknewtheywerewordsofcomfort. She sighed,
relaxedandslipped intoa deep restorativeslumber.
****Sebastian bent down
and rested his fingersunder her jaw, seekingfor her pulse. It wasstrong and regular. Hethanked God she wasasleep and notunconscious again.Sebastian watched her,glad his blow had
apparently not causedherseriousharm.He uncoiled, rubbing
his unshaven jaw, hisexpression troubled. Hewas,forthefirsttimeinhisadultlife,atalosstoknow how to proceed.He could not carry her,undetected, upstairs toher rooms, because hedid not know exactlywhere she had beenplaced. But neither
couldheleaveherhere,in his chambers, shewould be hopelesslycompromised. Evenengaged couples couldnot indulge in suchwantonbehaviour.What he needed were
servants who werediscreet and totallyloyal. His man, Smith,was one; and he wascertain Emily's abigailwould be another. He
pulled the bell andwaitedimpatiently.'Smith, I have a
problem. IfMissGibsonandIaretocomeoutofthis unscathed I amgoingtoneedyourhelp.'Smith, an intelligent
man, took in thesituationataglance.Hehadthesensenottoaskquestions. If he hadseenthebruisemarringEmily's face he might
nothavebeensohelpfulbut it was convenientlycoveredbyherhair.'Ineed toknowwhich
chamber Miss Gibsonhas been given. I alsoneed her maid downhereimmediately.''Yes, sir.' Smith
vanished leavingSebastian to paceanxiously. Ten minuteslater his servantreappeared, Jenny at
hisside.'I have been beside
myself with worry, mylord, when Miss Emilydid not return. I didn'tknow what do for thebest.' Jenny hurriedover to her mistresspuzzled that she lay sostill. She was moreobservant than Smith.'What has happenedhere,mylord?Hastherebeen an accident?' She
knelt beside Emily whostirred a little but didnotwake.Viscount Yardley
coughedandclearedhisthroat unwilling toadmit that it was hewho had caused theinjury. 'I startled MissGibson and she fell,hitting her head; butyouwill findthatshe isasleep, notunconscious.'
Jenny sniffed, whichdid not endear her tohis lordship. 'Sheshould be in her ownbed, sir, not down hereonyoursettle.'He ground his teeth.
'Ifyouwouldtakemetoherrooms,shewillbeinher bed soon enough.'Sebastian, Emilycradled in his arms,followedJenny,withhercandle high, along the
black, silent corridors.Smith padded along infront quietly openingandclosingthedoors.The warm weight of
his sleeping fiancé feltright in Sebastian'sarms. Her head nestledtrustingly on hisshoulder and she hadslidherarmaroundhisneckwhenheliftedher.On reaching her
bedchamberhereleased
her reluctantly, puttinghercarefullyonherbed.Hesteppedback,barelyresisting the temptationto drop a kiss on herbrow. Smith lit hispassage back, allowinghimto follow, immersedinhisthoughts.He realized he was
more than reconciled tohis forthcomingmarriage. Life withEmily would never be
dull. He smiled widely.Fromthispoint forwardhe was determined toturn his considerablecharm and diplomaticskill to winning hisyoungfiancé'sheart.
****Emilyopenedhereyes
andattemptedtoliftherhead but an agonizingpain shot from hertemple to her jaw andforcing her to lie still.
The shutters were stilldrawn and she couldseesunlightthroughthecracks. It wasmorning;it was time to summonher abigail. She tried asecond time to rise andherworld spunand theintensity of the painsickenedher.Sheclosedher eyes until theunpleasant swirlingsensationshadceased.Jenny had heard her
struggles and camebursting in. 'Now, youstay put, Miss Emily.Youtookanastytumblelast night and bangedyour head. I haveinformed Lady Altheaandshe'sonherwaytoseeyou.'Emily felt too unwell
to argue. She raised afeeble hand to indicateheragreementbutmadeno attempt to speak.
Her brain would notengage itself and it wastoo much effort tomarshal her tangledthoughts.Lady Althea arrived
andwashorrifiedtofindher older daughterprostrate. 'My darlinggirl,thisistoobad.Iamsending for the doctorright away. It is a greatpity as I planned tointroduceyou tosociety
today.Wehavecardsforan elegant musicalsoiree at LadyArmitage's house; itwould have been theperfect venue foryou tomakeyourcurtsy.'Emily forced her
tongue, which felt, andacted,likeapieceofwetlamb'swool, to formananswer. 'You go to thesoiree without me,Mama. It would be a
shame forbothofus tomissit.''Verywell,my dear; if
the doctor pronouncesyouwell enough formeto leave you.' Sheglanced around theroom searching forclues. 'Jenny, whatexactlydidMissGibsontripover?'Jenny coloured. 'I've
no idea,my lady. I waselsewhere when it
happened.IhelpedMissEmily into her bed,that'sall.''It is all very odd.'
LadyAltheasmiled.'Butno doubt when MissGibson has recoveredshewillbeabletotellusexactlywhattranspired.'Jenny curtsied and
retired to the safety ofthe dressing room. Sherather doubted that thefull truth of the matter
would ever be revealed,and especially not toLadyAlthea.
ChapterNineThe doctor
pronouncedEmily tobesuffering from a mildconcussion andconfined her to her beduntil he visited again.She felt so wretchedthat she did not argue.She slept most of theday. She was unawarethat twice Smith hadarrived with messages
from his master. Atteatime Emily hadrecovered sufficiently todrink a little barleywater, but still felt toonauseoustoeat.'Your sisters' have
called, twice, but thedoctor said that youwere tohavenovisitorstoday, apart from LadyAlthea,' Jenny told hermistress. She did notmention the missives
from Viscount Yardleythatremainedunopenedonthesidetable.Inheropinion that gentlemanwasmoreculpable thenheowned.At dusk Emily finally
felt well enough to situp. She had an urgentneed to find thecommode. She rang thesmall brass bell hermaidhadplacedbyherbed and waited,
uncomfortably, forassistance. Her head spun
unpleasantly and shewas glad to regain herbed. She noticed theunopened letters on thetable and asked Jennyto hand them to her.She unfolded one andthestrongblackwritingleaptfromthepaper.
MydearEmily,Iamdevastatedtofind
yousounwell.LastnightI had no idea you hadsustained a concussion.IcannotbegintotellyouhowsorryIam.Canyoueverforgiveme?Yoursaffectionately,Yardley.Frowning Emily
opened the second
letter. This should havebeen read before theother.DearEmily,Pleasecouldyoucome
to the rose garden ateleven o'clock, I wish tospeak with you inprivate.Yoursrespectfully,Yardley
Incensed she felt herheadthrobasthebloodpulsed inwavesaroundher body. It matterednotthatthehorridbrutehad mistaken her for aburglar; that was noexcuse, for no robberwould be wearing adressorhavehairdowntotheirwaist.She twisted the
emeraldringaroundherfinger,temptedtotearit
off and return it. Thensanityprevailed.No,shewould allow theengagement to continuefor the present, but theminute she wasestablished in societythe engagement ended.For however much hergrandfather wished it,she was never going totie herself of a man sosteeped in drink andviolence that he could
mistake a woman for aburglar.
****'Where is it we are
going this evening,Mama?''The Galveston's are
throwing a ball tocelebrate their eldestdaughter's engagementto Lord Brackley.Although it is not afashionabletimetoholdsuchaneventIamsure
it will be a sad crush.The Galveston's arefamousfortheirparties.Are you certain you areuptoit,mydear?'Emilynoddedand felt
no ill effects. 'I'm fullyrecovered, thank you.It'shightimeIworeoneof my grand eveninggowns.''ViscountYardleyisin
residence, Emily, mylove. I know you have
notbeenwellenoughtosee him but it wouldhavebeenadvantageousfor him to escort us onyour first appearance.Afterall,heissupposedto be your betrothed.Unfortunately he toldmehedoesnothaveaninvitation.''I am relieved to hear
it, Mama, as I have nodesire to spend aneveninginhiscompany.'
'The card states nineo'clock, but as it couldtake an hour for thecarriagetodeliveruswewill leave at eighto'clock.' She glanced atthemantleclock.'Ihaveorderedalightrepasttobe served to us in ourrooms at six. This willleave us ample time tocomplete ourpreparations.'Emily could not
imagine how changingone's dress couldpossibly take so long. 'Ihave not seen the girlstoday; I believe I heardthem returning fromtheir excursion amomentago.Iamgoingto find out how theyenjoyedtheirvisittotheTower. The lions arealwaysasplendidsight.'Her supper was
waitingforherwhenshe
returned to her ownroom.Althoughshewasnolongersufferingfromaheadacheherappetitehad not returned. Sheviewed the cold cuts,bread-and-butter andpickleswithdisfavour.Jenny appeared from
the bedchamber. 'Ohmiss, I was becominganxious. Your bath hasbeen waiting this pasthalf-hour.'
'I am comingimmediately. I still haveanhourbeforeIneedtobedownstairs.'She soon discovered
why her mother hadsuggested allowing twohours for her toilette.Her elaborate hair styletook so long she hadbarely ten minutes toput on her first realeveninggown.Lady Althea had
wanted her to have allthreemadeupinpastelshades and white forthesewere the expectedcolours foradebutante.Emilyhadrefused.This,as farasshecouldsee,was the only advantagethat being betrothed toViscount Yardleypresented. An engagedyoung lady was allowedmore flexibility in herchoiceofcolour.
She had selectedemerald green silk forthe under skirt and afilmysilvergauzefortheover dress. The bodice,cut low as fashiondemanded, curvedprettily overherbosom.Hermotherhadlenthernecklace of square cutemeralds, set in silver,which complementedheroutfitperfectly.'There, miss, you're
ready. I haven't pulledyou in too tight, there'sno need, you're still soslender.' Jenny steppedback to admire hermistress. 'You look apicture,MissEmily.Andno one could possiblymistake you for a boytonight.'Emily glanced down
and grinned. 'I doappear to haveblossomed in that area,
do I not?' She ran thesilkthroughherfingers.'I feel like a fairytaleprincess. It's a pity Idon't have a PrinceCharmingtoaccompanyme.'Jenny handed Emily
the ribbon attached toher demi-train, hermatching reticule, andfan. 'I hope I don't tripmyselfup,Jenny.Ican'timagine how I shall
manage to dance withsomanybitsandpiecestohold.''Yougiveyourreticule
and fan to Lady Altheawhilstyoudance,miss.''I'm delighted to hear
it. I wish you werecoming too; it seemsunfaironlyoneabigailisallowed to accompanyus.'A tap on the door
remindedEmilyshewas
late. Jenny opened thedoor and a footmanannounced that thecarriage was waitingoutside. In a swirl ofgreen silk Emilyfollowed him alongpassageways anddownstairs. Halfwaydown she risked aglance over thebanisters. She stoppeddead. 'Mama, you look
ravisante! I hardlyrecognized you in thatfabulousgown.'LadyAltheasmiledup
at her daughter, poisedlike a green angel, onthe stairs. 'And so doyou, my love. What aspectacular pair weshall be. You will besurrounded by eligibleyoung men, just youwaitandsee.'Emily continued her
descent and hergurgling laughterechoed round theentrance hall. 'I hopenot, Mama. I do notwish Sebastian to feelobliged to call anyoneout.' Her humorousreply was sufficientreminderofherstatus.'Ireallymeantyouwill
not lack for partners,my love. Even anengaged lady is
permitted todancewithsuitable younggentlemen.Butnomorethan once, but I amsure you alreadyunderstandthatrule.''I do indeed. I'm only
permitted to stand upmorethanoncewithmyfiancé.'A footman handed
them into the carriage.Itscandlelampsbobbedand dipped in the
darkness, the twohorses stamped, theirbreath swirling inclouds around theirhandsome heads.Edwards checked thatEmily's silver-linedeveningcloakwassafelyinside the coach andthatLadyAlthea'sruby-redcreationwasrestingsmoothly on the seat,then theywere ready toleave.
'ThisisthefirsttimeIhave been out in a cityinthedark,Mama.It'sathrilling experience.'Emily peered out of thewindow, catchingglimpses of streetvendor's and lateshoppers on theovercrowdedpavements.As expected it was anhourbeforethecarriagefinally pulled up at thesteps of Galveston
House. Blazingflambeaux illuminatedthe illustrious companyattempting to gainaccess. The steps werealready full of ladies ofvarious ages dressed intheir finest, andgentleman in blacktailcoats and knee-breechesorpantaloons.Emily stared at the
jostling people on thesteps with horror. She
hated crowds. 'I think Ishall go home again,Mama. I have aheadache.'Lady Althea stared
hard at her daughter.'You shall do no suchthing, Emily. We arehere now, and whetheryou like itornot, inwewillgo.'Emily's shoulders
drooped and hermother's expression
softened. 'You do nothave to remain long ifyouaretrulyunwell,mylove. Edwards will bewaiting in awithdrawing-room andshe can summon thecarriage to returnwheneveryouwish.'Aliveriedfootman,his
gold frogging glitteringin the torchlight,assisted them from thecarriage.Edwardsshook
outtheirskirtsandtheyshuffled forward withthe rest. Once insideEmily began to enjoyherself. There was somuchtosee.Therewereolder guests stillwearing elaborate wigsand white face paintwithblackbeautyspots.Some gentlemen werestill dressed in theearlier fashion ofbrightly coloured
evening coats, bedeckedwith silver and hugegoldbuttons.Girls of similar age to
her were, she noticed,uniformly dressed inwhite or pastel shades.For an instant shewishedhadpaidheedtoher mother, but thenshe held up her headand her beautiful hazeleyes flashed defiantly.She was not an insipid
debutante on thelookout for a richhusband;shehadaringalreadyonherfinger.At last Emily and her
mother were makingtheir curtsey. LadyGalveston greeted themwith unrestraineddelight.Muchkissingofcheeks and exclaimingtook place before theywere sent on their waytojointhemillingcrowd
thronging the GrandSalon. Lady Altheasailedahead,theostrichfeathers in her headwavinggaily.'We shall sit here,my
love, close to the dancefloor.' A lovely blondegirl sitting demurely onachairnext toherownmama smiled awelcome.Emily smiled back. 'I
amEmilyGibson;thisis
my very first ball.' Herneighbour glanced toher mother forpermission beforeanswering. 'I am Maria
Fitzwilliam. I came outthissummer,andthisisonlythethirdballIhaveattended.'LadyAltheanoddedto
MrsFitzwilliamandshenodded back. Contactestablished the older
womansettleddown fora comfortable coze. TheFitzwilliam's were anexcellent family andextremely well-connected. Edwardsdisappeared, discreetly,with their cloaks andEmily'sspareslippers. A footman
approached with a trayof champagne, followedclosely by one with atrayoforgeat.Thetrays
appearedidentical.WithagrinathernewfriendEmily daringly selectedchampagne, Mariasensibly took the non-alcoholicbeverage.Maria spotted Emily's
engagement ring. Longgloves were de rigueurbutitwaspermissibletohave them finishing atthe knuckles if one sowished.
'Miss Gibson, you arebetrothed. How luckyyou are. I have still tofind anyone remotelysuitable.'Lady Althea smiled at
her disingenuousremark. 'ViscountYardley is an excellentmatch. My father, theEarl of Westerham, isdelightedthathisheiristo marry hisgranddaughter.'
Maria was suitablyimpressed and MrsFitzwilliam as delightedas their hostess thatsuch a lovely youngheiress was already offthemarriagemart.'Are you expecting
Viscount Yardley toattend tonight?' Mariainquiredpolitely.'No; I believe he is
otherwiseengaged.Heisadiplomatandhistime
is not his own.' LadyAltheaanswered.Emily sipped her
drink, enjoying the waythe bubbles tickled hernose.Ittasteddelicious,coldandcrisp.Shetooka large swallow and toher astonishment herworld appeared to tiltalarmingly. Could it beher injury or thisinnocuous lookingdrink?
An ungloved, malehand, reached over andremoved the glass fromhergrasp. 'Ibelieve,mylove, that you havemistakenly selectedchampagne.'Her eyes flew up to
meettheamusedgazeofher fiancé. She wasabouttoprotestwhenawarning in his eyesmade her swallow thewords. She smiled
ruefullyashepulledhertoherfeet.'Ididnotexpecttosee
you here tonight,Sebastian, but I ampleased, of course, thatyouhavecome.'All four women were
now on their feet. Hebowed deeply to LadyAlthea. 'I am delightedto see you looking sowell, Lady Althea. It isquite clear from whom
your daughter hasinheritedherbeauty.'Lady Althea simpered
andquite forgotshedidnot like her great-nephew. 'Allow me tointroduce MrsFitzwilliam and herdaughter, MissFitzwilliam, to you, mylord.'He bowed to Mrs
Fitzwilliam and noddedand smiled at Maria. 'I
believe the first set isforming,shallwego,mydear?' Emily was given no
choice in the matter,but was whisked awaydown the ballroom tojoin the other couples.Shewasnotusuallylostfor words, but thishandsome man,resplendent in fullevening rig, his blondehair shining, his cravat
falling in snowy folds,heldinplacebyasingleemerald pin, was like astranger. A veryattractivestranger.She had seen him in
his riding gear and inhis country eveningapparel but dressed ashe was, in black, helooked magnificent.Every debutante'sdream,a real-lifePrinceCharming. Then she
recalled that scarcelythreedaysbeforehehadknocked herunconscious and shestill had the bruise toproveit.She attempted to
snatchherarmfromhisbut his grip tightened.He bent his mouth towhisper in her ear, toonlookers it appearedmerely the gesture of aman besotted, but they
could not hear hiswords.'You will not cause a
scene here, Emily. Youarea childno longer, itwould do you good torememberthat.'She tried a second
time, more subtly, toremoveherhand. 'Iwillnot stand up with youandneitherwill Imarryyou. You're anunspeakable brute,' she
hissed.'If you persist in this
nonsense you will seejust how much of abrute I can be,my girl.Now, behave yourself.This is not the time forsuchdiscussions.''Thenwhen?Ipromise
you, I will not danceuntilIhaveananswerIamsatisfiedwith.''We will talk later on
the terrace, after this
dance is finished.' Herresistance ceased andwith a false smiledpinned to her face sheallowedhimtoguideherto the set. She dippedand curtsied, skippedand galloped whenrequired, outwardly abeautiful young womanenjoying her debut inthe company of herfiancé.Lady Althea watched
withaproudsmile.Shewas basking in herdaughter's success.Several oldacquaintances haddrifted over to see herand complemented heronherownappearance.Happy that herdaughter was in goodhands she accepted aninvitationtoplayahandof whist in one of theside roomssetaside for
thatpurpose.Emily allowed her
fiancé to lead her fromthe floor and she wasdismayed to find hermotherno longer inherappointed place. Shewas regretting her rashchallenge and wishedheartily to back out ofthepromised tête-à-tête.Theuncompromisingsetof Viscount Yardley's
shoulders and thegrimnessofhis featuresdidnotbodewell.'My mother is not
here, sir. I do not haveherpermissiontogooutontheterrace.''You need no
permission; you areunder my protection.'Hethreadedhersmartlythrough the press ofpeople and outside.Therewereseveralother
couples already there,cooling down after theirexertions on the dancefloor.'It's too cold here, I
wish to go in again, ifyou please. I do notwanttocatchachill.'Without a word he
swung around andmarched her backinside. She could feelthe muscles of hisforearm tighten. Where
was he taking her?Wherewas hermother?Shewriggledherfingersbuttheywereheldfirm.Thenfromfeelingfearfulshe was flooded withrighteousindignation.How dare this man
drag her, against herwill, about the place?Ignoringthetwocouplesstandingquietlytalking,she flung her weightbackwards, taking her
captor by surprise. Hisgrip slackened and shewas free. Every instincttold her to make goodher escape but herangermadeherbrave.She stood her ground
andstaredatSebastian,icy rage in her eyes.'Enough, sir. I will notbe manhandled likethis. I will speak withyou here, and you willlisten.' That four other
peoplewere rivetedalsodid not bother her. Sheremoved her ring andheld it out. 'Here, sir,thisIbelieve,isyours.Iwantnoneofit.'
****Too astonished to
protest he instinctivelyheld out his hand andfelt his token drop intohispalm.Hestaredatitindisbelief.By the timehehadrecoveredhisex-
fiancéhadvanishedintotheballroom.Howcouldthis have happened?She had made him alaughing stock.Word ofhis dismissal wouldalready be passingroundthegatheringlikewildfire.His fists closed and
the jewel bit into hispalm. He took severaldeep breaths. His furyburned inside him, but
he banked it down.Apparentlyunconcernedhe smiled at theinterested spectators,casuallyslippedtheringinto his waistcoatpocket, and saunteredoff, as though he hadnotacareintheworld.No one would have
suspected that beforethe night was out heintended to deal out apunishment to Emily
that would necessitatehertakingallhermealsstanding up for theforeseeablefuture.In the ballroomEmily
was instantly engulfedinaseaofgentlemenalleager to scribble theirnames on her dancecard. She had nointention of honouringthese assignations. Shewanted to return home,at once, but until she
found her mother, shewas trapped. Anymomentshe feared thatthe man she had justpublicly jilted wouldappear to exact hisrevenge.
ChapterTenEmily nodded, dipped
and smiled, promisingshe was to return in afew moments, butalways moving steadilyaway from the doubledoors that led to thepassageway. She hopedshecouldhideherselfinthe crowd, butsuspectedthathervividgreen gown and
chestnut hair wouldmakehereasytospot.She found herself in
the almost emptyreceiving hall, all theexpected guests havingarrived. Lord and LadyGalveston and theirdaughter Sophia andher fiancé had desertedtheir post on the stairsthat led down to thelower floors andfreedom.
Emily hesitated,should she go up ordown? Edwards wasupstairs waiting;downstairs somewhereshe would find thecarriage. She made herdecision and ranupstairs,herdressheldhigh, exposing farmoreanklethanwasseemly.A helpful
chambermaid appearedat her side and guided
her to the rooms inwhich the ladies couldretire and repair theravagesofaneveningonthe dance floor. Onenquiring Emilydiscovered that all themaids, dressers, andabigails were elsewherebut the girl promisedEdwards would befetched to herimmediately.Shefeltasifherheart
wastryingtoescapetheconfines of her bodice;hermouthwasdry andintermittent tremorsshook her tall, slenderframe. The other ladiesintheroomwatchedhercovertly; like colourfulvultures they waited,certain they would beable to pick up somejuicy gossip to tell theirfriends.The servant's door
opened and Edwardshurried in. She hadEmily's greenand silvercloakoverherarm. 'I am sorry you are
feeling unwell, MissEmily. I have asked forthe carriage to bebroughtroundatonce.'Emilyquicklytookher
cue. 'I think I wasimprudent to come outso soon after my fall,Edwards. I should have
heeded the doctor'sadvice and rested a fewdays longer.' EdwardscleverlybrushedEmily'shair aside revealing thelivid purple blue bruisethat marred the rightsideofherforeheadandranbackintohercurls.Thewatcherssighed -
no gossip here - theflushed girl was merelyunwell. With an injurylike that onher temple,
itwashardlysurprising.'I should sit down,
Miss Emily. Itmight besome time before theysend for us. Thecarriagecouldbeseveralstreetsaway.'Emily allowed herself
tobeseatedonachaise-longue. 'What aboutLady Althea? How willshe return if I take thecarriage?'
'Do not fret, miss; Ihave sent amessage toLadyAlthea; she's quitecontent to wait until itreturns to collect her.She's in no hurry toleave.'Ladiescameandwent
but still they did notreceive the longed forsummons. Emilyflinchedeverytimedooropened expecting afuriousViscountYardley
to burst in and accosther. It was a full forty-five minutes before afootman arrived toescort them. The soundof the quartet playingand the tinkle oflaughter accompaniedEmily for it was almostmidnight and the ballwasinfullswing.Emilysawnooneshe
knew as she hurrieddown with Edwards
closebehindher.Atthedoorsheturned. 'I can return alone,
Edwards. I wish you toremain here in caseLadyAltheaneedsyou.'Edwards did not
protest.'Verywell,miss.I will see you to thecarriageandthenreturntowait.'Emily mounted the
carriage steps and felther fear slip away; she
sank back onto thesilken squabs in thewelcomedarknessofthespacious interior.Edwards stepped backand the steps werefolded. The door closed,the coachman clickedand the horses shooktheirheads'.With a sigh of relief
she settledherselfmorecomfortably. She wassafe, at least until the
morning, and by thattime, she prayed,Sebastian would havecalmed down.Something, a slightnoise, an almostimperceptiblemovementat the far side of thecoach, alerted her. Shedid not turn her head,shedidnotneedto.Shewasnotalone.Themanshewassodesperate toescape from was inside
thecarriagewithher.Icy tremors ran down
her spine. She wastrapped. He was aviolentman-hadhenotalready mowed herdown? And servants, ifthey valued theirpositions, did notinterfere in theirmaster'sbusiness.She must not give
herself away. He mustnotknowshewasaware
of him. Her hand slidacross to the doorhandleandbeganto liftit. She kept her faceaverted, pretending shewassleeping,prayinghewouldnotannouncehispresence for a fewsecondslonger.There,shefeltitmove.
Without consciousthought,soterrifiedshedidnotstop toconsidertheconsequences,Emily
threwopenthedoorandjumped out into thedarkness, glad thehorses were still at awalk. She thought sheheard him shout but,remembering herfrequent falls whenlearningtorideherponyyearsago,curledherselfintoaballtolandonthecobbles,shoulderfirst.The impact jarred the
breath from her body
but, otherwise unhurt,she scrambled to herfeet and gathering hercloakabouthershefleddown the pavement,heedless of hersurroundings, onlywishing to escape fromthe man in the coach.Eventheshorttimeshehad been inside withhim, she had beenaware of the angerpulsing towards her.
Sheknewhehatedher,knewhe intended to doherharm.She heard him call
after her but this onlymade her run faster.She ran round cornerafter corner until shewas sure she was safefrom her pursuer. Shecollapsed against arailing, gulping in air,hoping to discoverwhere her mad dash
hadtakenher.Thelightfrom the full moonshowed that shewas ina residential road awayfrom the mainthoroughfare. Tallhousesloomedoneitherside,theirwindowsdarkand uninviting. Whathad she been thinkingof? No girl of sensewould leap from thesafety a carriage andtake to the streets
unprotected.She felt her fear flood
back; it would havebeen better to havefaced Sebastian, but itwastoolatetorepine.Ifshe could retrace herpath and return to themain route at leastthere she mightrecognize herwhereabouts.Her slippers were
ruined, her dress and
cloaktorn,herelaboratehairstyle in disarray.Then she rememberedher jewels. Her fingersflew to her head; thetiara was still in place.She pulled it out andthen carefully removedher long ear bobs andunfastened hernecklace; there was nopoint in advertising herwealth.She opened her
reticule, luckily stillsuspended from herwrist,andwasabout todrop them in when shereconsidered. Perhapsher jewellery would besafer concealedsomewhere on herperson.Shedroppedtheprecious items into thebag then hastily liftedher skirts and tied theribbon to her drawers.Shesmootheddownher
skirt and could see notelltale bulge. Satisfiedshe had done all shecould protect hermother's heirlooms shebegan to walk back,hoping her stupiditywould not end indisaster.Even Sebastian's
anger began to seempreferable to beingalone,coldandfootsore,at midnight in a
deserted London street.Herheartskippedas,inthe distance, she heardthe welcome sound ofcarriage wheels oncobbles. She increasedherpace,thesoonershewas back on the mainthoroughfarethebetter.She emerged,
bedraggled and weary,toseethetail-lightsofacarriage bobbing awayin the distance. The
wide street wasotherwise abandoned.No linkmen, nogentlemen returningfoxed, from their clubs.She had no idea whereshe was or whatdirection to turn in. Itstarted to rain.Miserably she trudgedon. She rounded thecorner and on seeing agroup of young buckswalking down the
opposite pavementshrunk into theshadows, hoping theywouldpassbyunaware.'Whatho? I spya fair
damsel,' one of themcalled, and leaving hiscompanions to follow iftheywished,he lurchedfrom the path andheadedtowardsEmily.She had no option,
face them or flee. Shestepped away from the
wall and back straight,expression severe, shewaited, every inch alady, however unlikelythat might appear. Theinebriated young manstopped. He bowedalmostpitchingontohisface in the gutter. Hesmiled, but it did notreachhiseyes.'Can I be of
assistance,myfairlady?You appear to be in
somedistress.'Emilytriedtothinkof
a plausible explanation.She could hear therattle of a carriageapproaching at speed.Thenthecrashofadoorand running footstepsandshewassweptfromher feet into a crushingembrace.'You little idiot! What
were you thinking of?'Sebastian turned toher
would be rescuer. 'Ithank you, sir, for yourkindoffer,butmyfiancéissafewithme.'The first of theman's
twocompanionshad,bythis time, joined himand, even as drunk asthey were, they realizedthat their prey was lostto them. This tall,formidable gentlemanhadmurder inhiseyes.They backed away,
bowing and mutteringpleasantries, leavingEmily and Sebastianaloneonthepath.Uncontrollable shivers
rackedherbodyandherknees began to buckle.'Come,sweetheart,Iwilltake you home.We cantalk in the morningwhen we are bothrecovered.'Emily snuggled into
Sebastian's warm arms
and felt safe andcosseted.Fromfearsomeogre he had beentransformed, in hermuddled mind, togallant saviour. Onarrival at LessingHouse, he carried herswiftly through thedeserted corridors andleft her in the capablehandsofhermaid,whowas beginning towonder why her young
lady always returnedinjuredand indisarray,when in the Viscount'scompany.
****Emily did not stir
untilnoonthenextday.She suffered no illeffects fromherexploitsbut her beautifuleveningdressandcloakwere ruined beyondrepair. She had aleisurely bath and
selected an especiallybecoming spriggedmuslinmorning-gowninpale peach. Her headwas aching a trifle soshe asked Jenny tobraid her hair looselyand leave it in a single,shiny plait hangingdownherback.The enormity of her
behaviour, from thepublic humiliation ofher fiancé to the stupid
leapoutof thecarriage,filled her with remorseand shame. She knewshe had to face thereckoning sometime, soitmightaswellbenow.'Jenny,doyouknowif
Viscount Yardley is inthehouse?''Yes, miss, he sent a
message enquiring afteryourhealthandsaidhewouldbewaitingforyouin the library,
whatevertimeyourose.'Emily shuddered. 'Areyou unwell, miss? Ihope you have notcaughtachillfromyourexperienceslastnight.''I amsure Ihavenot,
thank you. I am veryfortunate to feel noeffects,apartfromastiffshoulder.'Her maid offered no
comment.How anybodycould manage to fall
from a moving carriageshe could not imagine,unless that Viscounthad been up to histricks again. And whyhad Miss Emily'sreticulebeenfastenedtoher drawers? It was amystery, and nomistake.'Do you wish me to
accompany downstairs,miss?Icouldsitquietlyandactaschaperone.'
'It's a kind offer, butno, I think not.' Emilyalmost smiled, as sheimagined Sebastian'sexpressionifshearrivedwithhermaidintow.She paused outside
thelibrarytosteadyherracing pulse and tidyherskirts.Herheadwasthrobbing and hershoulder achedabominably. She smiledruefully, itwasnomore
than she deserved. Shewanted to turnandrunback upstairs to thesanctuary of herbedchamber, but thatwould only postponethis unpleasantinterview.Gathering her failing
courage she pushedopen the door andstepped in,unconsciously bracingherself foranonslaught
ofabuse.Sebastianhadbeen staring out of thewindow at the raindripping from the trees.He heard the door andswung round, hisexpression severe. Butwhen he saw thebeautiful, ashen facedgirl, framed in thedoorway, his facechanged instantly toconcern.He strode across to
take her limp, coldhands in his, chafingthem to bring backsome warmth. 'Emily,you pea-goose, youshould not be up. Youdo not look at all thething.' He led her,unresisting, to a wellpaddedsettle,pulledupclose to the fire. 'Sithere,sweetheart. Ihavealready rung for somehot chocolate. Maybe
that will restore somecolourtoyourcheeks.'This unexpected
kindness was Emily'sundoing. Her eyes filledand tears trickledunchecked down herface.'God's teeth! I am a
brute,' she heard himswear, not for the firsttime. Then she was onhis lap, with his armsfirmly around her. 'I do
not mean to frightenyou, darling, you mustknowthatIwouldneverharm a single hair onyourhead.'Emily raised her
tearstainedfacetohis,awaterysmilecurvingherlips. 'Unless I drive youtoitbymyirresponsibleand unforgivablebehaviour.'He chuckled, wiping
awayher tearswithhis
thumbs. 'I admit lastnight my intention wasto spank some senseintoyourlovelyhead.'She settled more
comfortably into hisarms.'Andnow?''Andnow,Ifindtomy
astonishment that Ihave forgiven you,again.' He frowned, hisvolte face sendingshockwaves down her
spine.Her fear reflectedon her face. 'Do notpanic, you silly girl; Ishallnotdoitthistime.But, I promise, if everyou do anything sostupid again you willsincerelyregretit.'Emily raised her
eyebrows. 'I can assureyou, Ihaveno intentionofjiltingyouinpublicasecondtime.'He shook his head in
disbelief.'Idonotgiveadamn for that. I amtalking about jumpingfrom a moving carriageand running away intothe night. I have neverbeen so scared. EvenBoney's crack troopshave not engenderedsuch fear in me. IthoughtIwouldnotfindyouintime.'Hebenthishead and touched hislips to hers in a gentle
kiss.'I find,' he said, when
he finally raised hishead, 'that you havestolen my heart, littlecousin. I did not knowsuch a thing couldhappen,andsofast.'Hersmilewasradiant.
'And I, although I havefoughthardnotto,havebecome besotted withyou,CousinSebastian.''What ever are we
goingtodoaboutit?''I cannot imagine, I
amquiteataloss.'In answer he pulled
her tightly to his heart.'Canyoufeelit,darling?It beats just for you.How soon can Ipersuade you to marryme?' He smoothed herhair, and touched hislipssoftlytoherbruisedface. 'I can not imaginewhyyouloveme,Emily.
I have behavedappallingly. I am, Ipromise you, knownthroughoutEuropeasacalm and reasonableman, not given to wildtempers anduncontrollablerages.'She laughed and,
wriggling free of hisloose grip, resumed herseat on the sofa. 'And Idonot,asarule,behavelike a hoyden with as
much commonsense asa chicken.' Her ringlesshandstillrestedinhis.'I have something to
ask you, my love. Willyoumarryme?Willyoudo me the honour ofbecoming my wife? Willyou make me thehappiest man inEngland? You mustanswer me from yourheart. Iwill understandif you feel that you
cannot tie yourself to abrutelikeme.'Her answering smile
made his heart turnover. 'I love you, andyouloveme,thatisallIeverwantedinamatch.I do not care howvolatile our relationshipwill prove to be; if wetruly love each other, itwillsurvive.'Instantly he looked
younger, more like the
man of scarcely fourandtwentythathewas.He smiled and his eyesbored into hers. 'Youstill have not answeredmy question. Are yougoingtomarryme?Andhowsoon?'She tipped her head
assheconsidered.'Well,I promised Grandfatherwewould return for theChristmas festivitiesperhaps we could be
married then,make itadoublecelebration.'To her astonishment
he leapt to his feetyelling out in triumph.The sound of smashingcrockery outside thedoor announced theunfortunate demise ofthe expected hotchocolate. Sebastianfroze inmid-air andhislook of horror sentEmily into a fit of
giggles.'For God's sake,
Emily, desist. The poorgirl will think you arelaughing at herexpense.'Stilllaughing,sheran
acrosstoopenthedoor.Outside a smilingparlour-maid wasscooping up the mess.'There is no hurry formychocolate;Iamsorrythat Viscount Yardley
startledyou.''Not to worry, Miss
Gibson. It'sgrandwhenagentlemanissohappythat he shouts it outlikethat.'Emily closed the door
and turned to face theman she had promisedtospend the restofherlife with. He waswatching the play ofemotionscrossherface.'Ihavesomethinghere
thatbelongs toyou,mylove.'Sheheldoutherhand
and he slipped theemeraldringbackwhereitbelonged.
Copyright©2007byFenellaMiller
OriginallypublishedbyDCThomson,UK,inMyWeeklyStoryCollectionElectronicallypublishedin2007byBelgraveHouse/RegencyReadsALLRIGHTSRESERVEDNoportionofthisbookmaybereprintedinwholeorinpart,byprinting,faxing,E-mail,copyingelectronicallyorbyanyothermeanswithoutpermissionofthepublisher.Formoreinformation,contactBelgrave
House,190BelgraveAvenue,SanFrancisco,CA94117-4228http://www.RegencyReads.comElectronicsales:ebooks@belgravehouse.comThisisaworkoffiction.Allnamesinthispublicationarefictitiousandanyresemblancetoanypersonlivingordeadiscoincidental.