Mary Brendan – Regency High Society Vol 1: A Hasty Betrothal / A Scandalous Marriage / The Count's Charade / The Rake and the Rebel (страница 32)
Lady Butler gazed at them both with narrowed eyes, as if by doing so she could read their minds, then, collecting together her various belongings, she got heavily to her feet.
‘Hmm, well—I suppose you also wanted a little peace and quiet after that earlier boisterous display—frankly, I’m not surprised you stayed away for so long. However, it is now time for us to wish you goodnight—it is, as you see, very late.’
She stared pointedly towards the clock and Judith, looking at Ridgeway, gave an embarrassed little shrug, as he smiled in sympathy.
‘Lady Butler is quite right, Judith,’ he said, as he bent over her hand. ‘The time has flown so quickly and, indeed, I am very sorry that I didn’t spend more of it in your company—it would have been infinitely more enjoyable, I assure you.’
‘Couldn’t have put it better myself, sir,’ laughed Sandford, bowing to Lady Butler and kissing his sister-in-law’s cheek. ‘Many thanks, Judith. In spite of our prolonged absence, may I pronounce the evening a great success?’
Harriet, having also bidden her adieux, was escorted out to the waiting carriage by both men, but was surprised to find that it was Charles Ridgeway who stepped forward to hand her into her seat.
‘If ever you need my assistance,’ he said in a low voice, as he moved away from the door, ‘remember that I am always at your disposal,’ and, bowing, he walked off to collect his gig.
Harriet was still pondering over his words as Sandford climbed into the carriage and took his seat opposite her. It was too dark to see his face.
‘Have you told Mr Ridgeway how it was that we met?’ she asked him curiously.
‘Has he said so?’ Sandford sounded taken aback.
‘Not exactly—but he seemed—different, somehow, and you were away so long I wondered …’
‘I felt that it was time to take him into my confidence,’ admitted Sandford. ‘I am no nearer to tracking down your assailants than I was a week ago—I thought that he might have some new ideas …’
‘And has he?’ Harriet asked eagerly.
‘’Fraid not—he latched on to the Middletons, of course—just as I did—but now we’re agreed that everything seems to point to someone from the House.’
They were both silent for several minutes then Sandford spoke again. ‘Harriet?’
‘Yes, my lord?’
‘Oh, God! Not still?’ She heard the thud as he struck the cushion with his fist. ‘I beg your pardon?’
‘Harriet—we have to talk—preferably somewhere I can see your face. Will you come into the library when we get back?’
‘I am rather tired, sir,’ she said mutinously. ‘Can’t it wait until morning?’
‘No, it damned well cannot!’ Sandford exclaimed. ‘Do you want me to come over there and persuade you?’
‘I would prefer that you remained in your own seat, my lord,’ she said shakily. ‘If I may remind you that I am under your protection …’
She heard his gasp and waited in trepidation for his reply, but there was only a heavy silence in the darkness. All of a sudden an unaccountable sensation of longing welled up inside her.
‘Lord Sandford?’ Her voice was hesitant.
‘Miss Cordell?’ he answered patiently. He was hurt and angry, but determined not to rise to any further strictures she might cast at him.
‘I want you to know that I am very grateful for all the trouble you have taken on my behalf—no, please let me finish!’ She had heard his attempted protest. ‘It’s just that I’m sure that it must have crossed your mind that had I never come to Beldale—had you never picked me up—you would not have had to spend all your time trying to extricate me from these other mishaps—I realised this some days ago. What I am trying to say is that I want you to stop wasting any more of your time on this endeavour. My own feeling is that it has all been a series of unfortunate and disconnected incidents—no real harm has been done to me—obviously none was really intended, otherwise it could easily have been achieved …
Sandford had leapt across the space between them and had his arms tightly about her.
‘No, don’t say it,’ he said, his voice muffled in her hair. ‘I have had nightmares enough. I do not consider it to be a waste of time to find and punish anyone who has tried to hurt you—they will be lucky to escape with their lives!’
‘Sir! You must not say so!’ Harriet’s heart seemed to be leaping about inside her ribcage and she could hardly breathe. She tried to push him away, but her arms were trapped against him. ‘Please release me—I beg you—Robert—please!’
At once he loosened his hold and moved a little way from her, still keeping one arm around her shoulders. She could scarcely make out his silhouette in the gloom, but knew that he had his face towards her for she could feel his warm breath on her cheek.
‘You must listen to me,’ she cried breathlessly. ‘My grandfather will be here shortly—I shall keep Davy with me if I go anywhere, I promise. I know I should have done so when you asked me—but in a few days you will be free of me …’
‘Free of you!’ Sandford choked. ‘I don’t want to be free of you—I want
But the viscount was unable to finish his passionate words as the carriage had drawn to a halt and Pritchard, the groom, was opening the door and letting down the steps for him to alight. Barely controlling his impatience, Sandford held out his hand to Harriet and led her into the house.
‘Won’t you come into the library—just for a few minutes?’ he pleaded. ‘There is something I must say to you.’
Harriet shook her head resolutely and moved towards the stairs. This is all madness, she thought, in a panic. In a few days my grandfather will come for me. I shall return to Scotland with him. That is what I set out to do. That is what I must do.
Sandford, his heart heavy, saw his hopes crumbling away as he watched her climb the staircase, for he realised that, from now on, she would be very much on her guard in ensuring that she did not find herself alone with him again.
He turned away from the unremitting spectacle of her rigid figure, divested himself of his cloak and hat and, handing them to the patiently waiting March, dismissed the servant for the night.
Much later, sprawled in his father’s high-backed chair in the library, he emptied another glass of brandy and reviewed his situation for the umpteenth time.
Trounced by a pair of green eyes, by God! After all his years in the field! Plenty of other fish in the sea, of course—and they’d be queuing up, once he let it be known he was hanging out for a wife—which he wasn’t—didn’t need one. Beldale’s future was safe—Phil’s boy was a fine enough heir—Ridgeway would help him run the estates.
Ah, yes, Ridgeway! His lips twisted as he remembered.
March found him slumped in the chair the following morning when he came into the room to open the curtains. The footman stared down at Sandford in distaste and picked up both the fallen glass and the empty decanter.
‘He’s had a skinful, I’ll be bound,’ giggled Lizzy, the young housemaid who had accompanied him, but he frowned at her and motioned her to be silent. She flounced away pertly with the tray he had handed her.
‘My lord!’ March gently shook the viscount’s shoulder. ‘Your lordship!’
Sandford’s bleary eyes dragged open and he blinked rapidly to focus them upon March’s expressionless face. Struggling upwards into a sitting position, he groaned as his head roared out its protest.
‘What—time—is—it?’ he croaked, carefully and slowly.
‘Six o’clock, my lord,’ March’s answer came back smartly. ‘Shall I bring you a pot of coffee, sir?’
Sandford started to nod, then quickly changed his mind as the battery of cannon exploded violently across his temples. He flapped a slack hand at the man and closed his eyes once more as March bowed and, with a very unsympathetic grin on his face, walked towards the door.
His lordship breathed deeply for several minutes, trying to remember why he should have chosen to sleep in the library, in such a damned uncomfortable chair when he had a perfectly good bed upstairs. His eyes were still closed when he heard the sounds of the door opening and footsteps approaching.
‘Just put it on the table, March, thank you,’ he murmured weakly.
‘I shall do no such thing,’ came a bright and well-known voice.
His eyes flew open in shock and he tried to rise, but Harriet’s hands pressed him firmly back into his seat.
‘Sit still,’ she said, calmly pouring out a cup of coffee and, to his surprise, taking a sip of it herself.
‘This is for you.’ She indicated and handed him a tall glass full of an evil-coloured liquid.
Sandford sniffed at it and pulled a face. ‘What is it?’ he asked plaintively.
‘It is vinegar and raw eggs—and it is quite horrid,’ she said, with a laugh in her voice that woke him up immediately. ‘Drink it!’ she commanded and came down on her knees beside his chair.