Lord Iverbrook's Heir Part 26
You’re reading novel Lord Iverbrook's Heir Part 26 online at LightNovelFree.com. Please use the follow button to get notification about the latest chapter next time when you visit LightNovelFree.com. Use F11 button to read novel in full-screen(PC only). Drop by anytime you want to read free – fast – latest novel. It’s great if you could leave a comment, share your opinion about the new chapters, new novel with others on the internet. We’ll do our best to bring you the finest, latest novel everyday. Enjoy!
"Selena, what is it? You look ill. Come and sit down, dearest."
She sank into a chair and unfolded the grubby letter again. "This is from Cousin Aubrey. He has Peter. If
I don't marry him, he'll sell him to the gypsies for his fare to Jamaica and we'll never see him again.""We must rescue him! Call all the farmhands together and we'll go after him!""We don't know where he is, Dee. You know how the gypsies move about.""Someone must know. The boy from the Royal Oak! Send Jem to ask him."Selena and her mother looked at each other with dawning hope. "Good idea! Jem should be here in a minute."
"If he has not told you where he is, how does he expect you to contact him?" asked Lady Whitton.
"I am to be at the Crown and Thistle at seven o'clock." Jem came in and she waved at him to wait.
"Someone will meet me there and take me to him."
"Then the men can follow you and rescue you as well as Peter," said Delia.
"No. If anyone goes with me, even a maid, I will not be contacted and Peter will disappear."
The groom gasped, and Selena turned to him.
"Jem, go down to the village and ask the ostler's boy at the Oak where he took Sir Aubrey this
afternoon. Try not to arouse curiosity, but be as quick as you can."
"Right, miss." Wasting no more time on words, he left.
The half hour before his return pa.s.sed with agonising slowness. Outside, gloomy dusk merged into
blackest of black nights, and rain still fell in sheets. Polly came in to draw the curtains and light morecandles. She looked at the three sombre figures and burst into tears."It's all my fault!" she moaned, and ran out. Lady Whitton could not summon the energy to go after her."I know Aubrey's mama was a gypsy," said Selena, "but I never saw him talking to them.""We never saw him with Polly either," pointed out her mother sadly.
"Where else could he have gone?" asked Delia.
They fell silent again. At last Jem came in, bootless, coatless, his damp hair sticking up in spikes where it had been roughly dried.
"Ted ain't come home yet, my lady," he reported. "Mr. Liddell says he were that wore out after being out all night on an errand, he prolly fell asleep somewheres. He don't look for him till morning."
Chickens come home to roost, thought Selena. If she had not written that letter, if Ted had not taken it to
Iver . . . "I shall have to marry Aubrey," she said, her voice leaden."I'll go wi' you to Abingdon, Miss Selena," the groom said. "They'll never see me ifn I take care theydon't. Wi' the two of us, we'll save Master Peter right enough."
"No," said Selena flatly. "We cannot risk it. I shall go alone. Have Orion saddled for me by half past six,
if you please."
"Yes, miss." Jem looked mutinous but did not persist. He padded out in his stockinged feet, muttering ominously.
At half past six, he brought Orion to the side door. Selena was waiting with her mother and sister.
"You will never find your way to Abingdon!" exclaimed Lady Whitton. "It is pitch dark."
"That is one thing you need not worry about. Orion could find his way there blindfolded. Do not cry,
Mama! Only this afternoon I was wondering whether to marry Cousin Aubrey, and now I find my mind made up for me. Dee, take care of Mama."
She kissed them both, Jem helped her mount, and she rode off into the night.
Chapter 19.
Being in no hurry to confront his mother, Lord Iverbrook drove south at a leisurely pace, stopping en route for luncheon. He did not arrive at Iver Place until late afternoon, and even then did not hasten to Lady Lavinia's side.
As Tom Arbuckle drove the curricle round to the stables, he mounted the brick steps and rang the bell, as usual feeling like a visitor to his own house.
A liveried footman he did not recognise opened the door. "Yes, sir?" he enquired.
"I'm Lord Iverbrook, dammit!" exclaimed the viscount. "Where the devil is that old hoaxer Prynn?""Beg pardon, my lord. I'll find him at once, my lord. Shall I take your lords.h.i.+p's coat, my lord?"stammered the servant.
"Is my stepfather at home? Mr. Ffinch-Smythe, clothhead!" he added as the footman gaped. "LadyLavinia is my mother, Mr. Ffinch-Smythe is my stepfather, and this is my house!"
The butler sailed out from the nether regions to investigate the commotion.
"What is it, Frederick?" he asked. "Oh, my lord! Your lords.h.i.+p was not expected." His demeanour was frosty.
"This," pointed out Iverbrook again, his voice equally cold, "is my house. I hope I may come and go as Iplease?""Naturally, my lord. I shall at once inform her ladys.h.i.+p of your lords.h.i.+p's arrival.""Don't. I wish to speak to Mr. Ffinch-Smythe first.""Certainly, my lord. I believe Mr. Ffinch-Smythe is, ah, down at the farm."
"In that case, Frederick, I shall keep my coat. Prynn, in future when you hire new staff during myabsence, I suggest you take them up to the long gallery to study my portrait, before I arrive homeunexpectedly."
"Yes, my lord. An excellent idea, my lord. Might I make so bold, my lord, as to enquire whether your lords.h.i.+p intends to make a long stay at the Place?"
"Two nights at most. And for G.o.d's sake stop 'lording' me!"
"Yes, my . . . sir."
In a high dudgeon, the viscount strode down to the pigpens. The exercise cooled his temper, and the last of it was banished by his stepfather's usual greeting.
"What-ho, Iverbrook! Come and look at Primrose."
The black and white sow looked much the same as the last time he had seen her, though if possible evenfatter."She's put on weight?" he offered dubiously."Ha! Right on the mark. She'd just had a litter when you were here in July, takes it out of the poor old girl, you know. Nearly time to breed her again now."
"Is it that long since I was at Iver? The devil! I daresay my mother has been enacting you a Cheltenham tragedy on the subject of Prodigal Sons."
"Fine litter it was, too. Growing fast, not too plump. Must confess Lady Lavinia has mentioned Turkish
treatment once or twice."
"Turkish . . . ? Oh, you mean she has complained of my absence. For a moment I thought you had plans for importing pigs from Turkey!"
"No, no. Don't know if they breed 'em. Mohammedans, you know. Naples, it was, we talked of, but I
spoke to Lord Liverpool and he says it won't do. At least until Boney's beaten. Wouldn't worry aboutyour mama, if I was you. She'll come round, what?"
"Under normal circ.u.mstances, yes. However, I have news for her that I fear won't be welcome.""Want us to move out? 'Fraid that's one thing won't wash. I've asked her a hundred times if I've askedher once to live at Ffinch House. My house, after all. Fond of it, what? She won't budge."
"I know. It's not that. I'm getting married."
Mr. Ffinch-Smythe looked puzzled and scratched his wig. "Funny. Thought you was talking of bringingyour nevvie here, not a bride. Must have misheard. Getting leg-shackled, are you? Who's the lady?""Miss Whitton. My nephew's aunt.""Ah, I see." The old gentleman's brow cleared momentarily. "Good thought that. But you'll be wanting to live here and it don't do to have two females in the same house, my boy, take my word. Have to come
up with a way to persuade her to remove to Ffinch House, what?"
"I believe it would kill her, sir. Fortunately my betrothed owns her own property and we plan to reside there. You know I never could abide the Place, and all the pomp and circ.u.mstance that go with it."
His stepfather brightened. "Excellent notion! Had me worried for a minute. Shouldn't be too hard to bring her round then. Better wait till morning though. Always at her best just after breakfast. Fine woman, your mother, but touchy. Like Primrose here. Downright temperamental at times, ain't you, Primrose?"
Since the sun was setting behind the hill, Mr. Ffinch-Smythe consented to accompany his stepson back to the house. It looked more attractive than usual, with golden evening light softening the harsh brick and lamps s.h.i.+ning in the windows. They entered by a side door, thus avoiding Prynn.
"Better change right away," suggested Mr. Ffinch-Smythe. "Lady Lavinia likes to dine early in winter. Knee-breeches, mind! Bring your man with you?"
"Yes, thank you, sir. You don't think I should visit Mama first?"
"No, no. See her at dinner. Won't be able to rake you over the coals with the servants present, what?"
"That's a point."
"Just takes a little savvy-fair, my boy. French for know-how. Women need managing."
Thinking of his temperamental beloved, Lord Iverbrook laughed. "I wish you had said that four months ago! It would have saved me a great deal of time and anguish and I should not now be quaking in my shoes at the prospect of meeting my neglected mother!"
"Wearing boots," pointed out his stepfather. "Muddy ones too."
Tom Arbuckle had ascertained the precise hour of dinner, thus enabling his master to descend from his chilly chamber to the chillier gallery a mere five minutes before the gong. Lady Lavinia, fragile as porcelain in her floating pearl grey drapery, had only time for the indispensable tenderly maternal greeting before her husband offered his arm to lead her into the dining room. Her dutiful son, following with the frigidly disapproving Miss Sneed, noted that she walked with firm steps, not making use of the support.
The viscount took his place at the head of the table. His mother, at the other end, was a good twenty feet distant, his view of her obscured by a large silver epergne embossed with excessively ugly Chinese mandarins. The servants would not be the only barrier between him and a scolding, he realised. Apart from distance and obstacles, Lady Lavinia had always been most particular about the propriety of conversing only with those seated directly to one's left and right.
It was a long meal, enlivened only by Mr. Ffinch-Smythe's discourse on pig breeding. Lord Iverbrook had plenty of leisure to compare the high-vaulted room, its dark panelling hung with the more distinguished of his ancestors, to the cosy dining room at Milford Manor. Having grown used to perfectly cooked plain roasts and stews and pies, he nibbled distastefully at the elaborate creations of his mother's expensive cook, as often as not singed or curdled or half raw. My lady ate like a bird and was not interested in food. Her husband consumed ravenously anything that was put before him, talking round mouthfuls of grey frica.s.see or blackened pastry with equal ease. Her son watched the last course removed with a hollow in his stomach and, when she and her companion withdrew, drank a gla.s.s too much of the excellent port his father had put down before his birth.
The extra gla.s.s stood him in good stead. Lady Lavinia apparently did not consider the drawing room an appropriate place to comb her son's hair with a joint stool. Nonetheless it was a painful evening, from Miss Sneed's wooden performance of a Handel suite upon the spinet, to a game of whist for penny points during which my lady called for her smelling salts every time she was trumped. Iverbrook only survived it by remembering and antic.i.p.ating other evenings. In his mind, Delia sang ballads and thumped out merry gigs. Peter sat on his knee while Lady Whitton's kindly voice read a fairytale. He caught Selena 's eye, and almost rose to his feet to go and sit beside her before he realised it was all in his imagination.He wished he'd had two gla.s.ses of wine too many, and wondered at his stepfather's continual goodhumour.
At eight thirty, to the second, Prynn brought in the tea tray. At nine, Lady Lavinia rose and held out her hand to her son. He jumped up and kissed it.
"You will come and see me first thing tomorrow morning, Hugh," she commanded.
"Yes, Mama. Goodnight."
"Lady Lavinia rises at ten," said Miss Sneed severely, and supported her ladys.h.i.+p's tottering steps from the room.
"Brandy?" offered Mr. Ffinch-Smythe.
"I think not, thank you, sir. I shall need all my wits about me in the morning."
Lord Iverbrook's Heir Part 26
You're reading novel Lord Iverbrook's Heir Part 26 online at LightNovelFree.com. You can use the follow function to bookmark your favorite novel ( Only for registered users ). If you find any errors ( broken links, can't load photos, etc.. ), Please let us know so we can fix it as soon as possible. And when you start a conversation or debate about a certain topic with other people, please do not offend them just because you don't like their opinions.
Lord Iverbrook's Heir Part 26 summary
You're reading Lord Iverbrook's Heir Part 26. This novel has been translated by Updating. Author: Carola Dunn already has 578 views.
It's great if you read and follow any novel on our website. We promise you that we'll bring you the latest, hottest novel everyday and FREE.
LightNovelFree.com is a most smartest website for reading novel online, it can automatic resize images to fit your pc screen, even on your mobile. Experience now by using your smartphone and access to LightNovelFree.com
- Related chapter:
- Lord Iverbrook's Heir Part 25
- Lord Iverbrook's Heir Part 27