Simply Magic Part 24
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Chapter 1.
LADY ANGELINE DUDLEY was standing at the window of the taproom in the Rose and Crown Inn east of Reading. Quite scandalously, she was alone there, but what was she to do? The window of her own room looked out only upon a rural landscape. It was picturesque enough, but it was not the view she wanted. Only the taproom window offered that, looking out as it did upon the inn yard into which any new arrival was bound to ride.
Angeline was waiting, with barely curbed impatience, for the arrival of her brother and guardian, Jocelyn Dudley, Duke of Tresham. He was to have been here before her, but she had arrived an hour and a half ago and there had been no sign of him. It was very provoking. A string of governesses over the years, culminating in Miss Pratt, had instilled in her the idea that a lady never showed an excess of emotion, but how was one not to do so when one was on oneas way to London for the Seasona"oneas firsta"and one was eager to be there so that oneas adult life could begin in earnest at last, yet oneas brother had apparently forgotten all about oneas very existence and was about to leave one languis.h.i.+ng forever at a public inn a dayas journey away from the rest of oneas life?
Of course, she had arrived here ridiculously early. Tresham had arranged for her to travel this far under the care of the Reverend Isaiah Coombes and his wife and two children before they went off in a different direction to celebrate some special anniversary with Mrs. Coombesas relatives, and Angeline was transferred to the care of her brother, who was to come from London. The Coombeses arose each morning at the crack of dawn or even earlier, despite yawning protests from the junior Coombeses, with the result that their dayas journey was completed almost before those of more normal persons even began.
The Reverend and Mrs. Coombes had been quite prepared to settle in and wait like long-suffering martyrs at the inn until their precious charge could be handed over to the care of His Grace, but Angeline had persuaded them to be on their way. What could possibly happen to her at the Rose and Crown Inn, after all? It was a perfectly respectable establishmenta"Tresham had chosen it himself, had he not? And it was not as if she was quite alone. There was Betty, her maid; two burly grooms from the stables at Acton Park, Treshamas estate in Hamps.h.i.+re; and two stout footmen from the house. And Tresham himself was sure to arrive any minute.
The Reverend Coombes had been swayed, against his better judgment, by the soundness of her reasoninga"and by the anxiety of his wife lest their journey not be completed before nightfall, and by the whining complaints of Miss Chast.i.ty Coombes and Master Esau Coombes, aged eleven and nine respectively, that they would never get to play with their cousins if they had to wait here forever.
Angelineas patience had been severely tried by those two while she had been forced to share a carriage with them.
She had retired to her room to change out of her travel clothes and to have Betty brush and restyle her hair. She had then instructed her drooping maid to rest awhile, which the girl had done to immediate effect on the truckle bed at the foot of Angelineas own. Meanwhile Angeline had noticed that her window would give no advance notice whatsoever of the arrival of her brother, so she had left the room to find a more satisfactory windowa"only to discover the four hefty male servants from Acton arrayed in all their menacing largeness outside her door as though to protect her from foreign invasion. She had banished them to the servantsa quarters for rest and refreshments, explaining by way of persuasion that she had not noticed any highwaymen or footpads or brigands or other a.s.sorted villains hovering about the inn. Had they?
And then, alone at last, she had discovered the window she was searching fora"in the public taproom. It was not quite proper for her to be there unescorted, but the room was deserted, so where was the harm? Who was to know of her slight indiscretion? If any persons came before Tresham rode into the inn yard, she would simply withdraw to her room until they left. When Tresham arrived, she would dash up to her room so that when he entered the inn, she could be descending the stairs, all modest respectability, Betty behind her, as though she were just coming down to ask about him.
Oh, it was very hard not to bounce around with impatience and excitement. She was nineteen years old, and this was almost the first time she had been more than ten miles from Acton Park. She had lived a very sheltered existence, thanks to a stern, overprotective father and an absentee overprotective brother after him, and thanks to a mother who had never taken her to London or Bath or Brighton or any of the other places she herself had frequented.
Angeline had entertained hopes of making her come-out at the age of seventeen, but before she could muster all her arguments and begin persuading and wheedling the persons who held her fate in their hands, her mother had died unexpectedly in London and there had been a whole year of mourning to be lived through at Acton. And then last year, when all had been set for her come-out at the indisputably correct age of eighteen, she had broken her leg, and Tresham, provoking man, had flatly refused to allow her to clump into the queenas presence on crutches in order to make her curtsy and her debut into the adult world of the ton and the marriage mart.
By now she was ancient, a veritable fossil, but nevertheless a hopeful, excited, impatient one.
Horses!
Angeline leaned her forearms along the windowsill and rested her bosom on them as she c.o.c.ked her ear closer to the window.
And carriage wheels!
Oh, she could not possibly be mistaken.
She was not. A team of horses, followed by a carriage, turned in at the gate and clopped and rumbled over the cobbles to the far side of the yard.
It was immediately apparent to Angeline, however, that this was not Tresham. The carriage was far too battered and ancient. And the gentleman who jumped down from inside it even before the coachman could set down the steps bore no resemblance to her brother. Before she could see him clearly enough to decide if he was worth looking at anyway, though, her attention was distracted by the deafening sound of a horn blast, and almost simultaneously another team and another coach hove into sight and drew to a halt close to the taproom door.
Again, it was not Treshamas carriage. That had been apparent from the first moment. It was a stagecoach.
Angeline did not feel as great a disappointment as might have been expected, though. This bustle of human activity was all new and exciting to her. She watched as the coachman opened the door and set down the steps and pa.s.sengers spilled out onto the cobbles from inside and clambered down a rickety ladder from the roof. Too late she realized that, of course, all these people were about to swarm inside for refreshments and that she ought not to be here when they did. The inn door was opening even as she thought it, and the buzz of at least a dozen voices all talking at once preceded their owners inside, but only by a second or two.
If she withdrew now, Angeline thought, she would be far more conspicuous than if she stayed where she was. Besides, she was enjoying the scene. And besides again, if she went upstairs and waited for the coach to be on its way, she might miss the arrival of her brother, and it seemed somehow important to her to see him the moment he appeared. She had not seen him in the two years since their motheras funeral at Acton Park.
She stayed and a.s.suaged her conscience by continuing to look out the window, her back to the room, while people called with varying degrees of politeness and patience for ale and pasties and one or two instructed someone to look sharp about it, and the someone addressed replied tartly that she had only one pair of hands and was it her fault the coach was running an hour late and the pa.s.sengers had been given only a ten-minute stop instead of half an hour?
Indeed, ten minutes after the coachas arrival, the pa.s.sengers were called to board again if they did not want to get left behind, and they hurried or straggled out, some complaining vociferously that they had to abandon at least half their ale.
The taproom was soon as empty and silent as it had been before. No one had had time to notice Angeline, a fact for which she was profoundly grateful. Miss Pratt even now, a full year after moving on to other employment, would have had a fit of the vapors if she could have seen the full taproom with her former pupil standing alone at the window. Tresham would have had a fit of something far more volcanic.
No matter. No one would ever know.
Would he never come?
Angeline heaved a deep sigh as the coachman blew his yard of tin again to warn any persons or dogs or chickens out on the street that they were in imminent danger of being mown down if they did not immediately scurry for safety. The coach rattled out through the gates, turning as it went, and disappeared from sight.
The gentlemanas carriage was still at the far side of the yard, but now it had fresh horses attached. He was still here, then. He must be taking refreshments in a private parlor.
Angeline adjusted her bosom on her arms, wiggled herself into a more comfortable position, and proceeded to dream about all the splendors of the Season awaiting her in London.
Oh, she could not wait.
It did seem, however, that she had no choice but to do just that.
Had Tresham even left London yet?
THE GENTLEMAN WHOSE carriage awaited him at the far side of the inn yard was not taking refreshments in a private parlor. He was doing so in the public taproom, his elbow resting on the high counter. The reason Angeline did not realize he was there was that he did not slurp his ale and did not talk aloud to himself.
Edward Ailsbury, Earl of Heyward, was feeling more than slightly uncomfortable. And he was feeling annoyed that he had been made to feel so. Was it his fault that a young woman who was clearly a lady was in the taproom with him, quite alone? Where were her parents or her husband or whoever it was that was supposed to be chaperoning her? There was no one in sight except the two of them.
At first he had a.s.sumed she was a stagecoach pa.s.senger. But when she had made no move to scurry outside when the call to board again came, he noticed that of course she was not dressed for the outdoors. She must be a guest at the inn, then. But she really ought not to have been allowed to wander where she had no business being, embarra.s.sing perfectly innocent and respectable travelers who were trying to enjoy a gla.s.s of ale in peace and respectability before continuing the journey to London.
To make matters worsea"considerably worsea"she was leaning forward and slightly down in order to rest her bosom on her forearms along the windowsill, with the result that her back was arched inward like an inverted bow, and her derriere was thrust outward at a provocative angle. Indeed, Edward found himself drinking his ale less to slake the thirst of the journey than to cool an elevated body temperature.
It was a very shapely derriere.
And to make matters even worse, if that were possible, the dress she wore was of fine muslin and clung to her person in places where it would be kinder to innocent males for it not to cling. It did not help that the dress was of a bright, luminous pink the likes of which shade Edward had never before encountered in a fabric or anywhere else for that matter. The woman could have been seen with the naked eye from a distance of five miles. He was considerably closer to her than that.
He was further annoyed over the undeniable fact that he was ogling hera"or one part of her anatomy, anyway. And, while he was ogling her with his eyes, his head was fairly humming with lascivious thoughts. He resented both factsa"and her. He prided himself upon always treating ladies with the utmost respect. And not just ladies. He treated women with respect. Eunice G.o.ddard had once pointed out to him during one of their many lengthy conversationsa"not that he could not have worked it out for himselfa"that women of all walks of life were persons, despite what the church and the law might have to say to the contrary, and not mere objects to cater to manas baser instincts.
He respected Euniceas opinions. She had a fine mind, which she had cultivated with extensive reading and thoughtful observations of life. He hoped to marry her, though he realized that his family might find his choice disappointing now that he was Earl of Heyward instead of plain Mr. Edward Ailsbury.
His carriagea"his ancient embarra.s.sment of a carriage, which his mother had begged him to bring to London because she could never seem to get comfortable in any newer one she had ever ridden ina"was ready to leave, Edward could see through the window over the pink ladyas head. He had intended to eat something as well as drink before resuming his journey, but she had ruined that plan. It was not right for him to be here with hera"though it was not his fault that he was placing her in such a potentially compromising position. And it was not his fault that the ale was not cooling his blood one iota.
Though Eunice might argue with that, about its not being his fault, that is. The woman had done nothing to provoke his reaction, after all, beyond being here with her bright-pink-clad derriere elevated in his direction. And he could have gone to the dining room to eat, though he would then have felt obliged to order a full-blown meal.
He set his not-quite-empty gla.s.s down on the counter as silently as he could and straightened up. He would leave and take his grudge against her with him. He had not even seen her face. She might be as ugly as sin.
An unworthy, spiteful thought.
He shook his head in exasperation.
But then, before he could take a step toward the outer door and freedom from temptation and other ills, the door opened from the outside and a man stepped inside.
Edward recognized him, though he clearly did not recognize Edward. That was hardly surprising, since Edward was quite unremarkable in his own person, and his t.i.tle had been lending him consequence only for the past year, since the death of his far more imposing and charismatic older brother, Maurice. And the year of mourning had been spent at Wimsbury Abbey in Shrops.h.i.+re, where Edward had stayed to familiarize himself with his new duties and gird his loins for the inevitable removal to London this spring to take his seat in the House of Lordsa"and to take a bride, a step his female relatives deemed essential despite the fact that he was only twentya"four years old. Maurice and Lorraine had produced only one daughter before Mauriceas demise, and the succession must be secured. Edward was the spare of his particular generation; he had two sisters but no other brothers.
The new arrival was Lord Windrow, a member of Mauriceas old circle of friends and acquaintances, and as wild and rakish as the best of them. Tall and handsome, neither of which attributes Edward shared to any noticeable degree, Windrow moved with an indolent swagger and regarded the world from cynical eyes over which his eyelids habitually drooped as if he were about to nod off to sleep at any moment. He was dressed in the height of fas.h.i.+on.
Edward would have liked nothing better than to nod genially at the man and be on his way. But he hesitated. The pink lady was still present and was still posed as before. And if he had ogled her, what would Windrow do?
It was absolutely none of his business what Windrow might do, Edward told himself. And the pink lady was certainly none of his concern. Let her look to the consequences of her own indiscretions. Let her family look to them. Besides, this was the public taproom of a respectable inn. No real harm would come to her.
He urged himself to be on his way.
But he found himself instead resting his elbow on the counter and picking up his gla.s.s again.
Confound his misplaced sense of social responsibility. The fact that Eunice might applaud him for staying was no consolation.
The landlord appeared behind the counter and served Windrow with a tankard of ale before disappearing again.
Windrow turned to survey the room, and his eyes alit almost immediately upon the pink lady. But how could they not unless he was totally blind? He leaned back against the counter, resting his forearms back along it while clutching his tankard in one hand. His lips pursed in a silent whistle.
Edward was all the more annoyed at the blatantly sensual look on the manas face because his own must have looked very much like it just a few minutes ago.
aSweetheart,a Windrow said softly, obviously having dismissed Edward as a man of no account whatsoevera"or perhaps he had not even noticed him, amay I persuade you to share my ale? Better yet, may I persuade you to share it and a meat pasty? There is only one comfortable-looking chair over by the fireplace, I see, but you may sit on my lap and share that too.a Edward frowned at him. Could he not see that the woman was a lady? The evidence was glaring enough in the fine muslin of her dress, despite the bright shade, and in the intricacy of her coiffure of dark hair. He glanced at her, expecting to see her stiffen with horror and fright. She continued to stare out the window. She either a.s.sumed that the invitation was directed at someone else, ora"was it possible?a"she simply did not hear the words at all.
He should leave, Edward decided. Right now.
He spoke instead.
aI doubt you know the lady,a he said. aCalling her sweetheart, then, would be inappropriately impertinent.a Maurice had often called him, affectionately enough most of the time, a staid old sobersides. Edward half expected to see dust emerge from his mouth along with the words. But they were spoken now, and he would not recall them if he could. Someone had to speak up for defenseless female innocence. If she was innocent, that was.
Windrowas head swiveled slowly, and just as slowly his lazy eyes swept Edward from head to toe. His perusal aroused no discernible alarm in him.
aYou were speaking to me, fellow?a he asked.
Edward in his turn looked slowly about the room.
aI must have been,a he said. aI see no one else present except the two of us and the lady, and I am not in the habit of speaking to myself.a Slight amus.e.m.e.nt showed in the other manas face.
aLady,a he said. aI take it she is not with you. She is alone, then. I wish she were a lady. It might be mildly less of a yawn to frequent London ballrooms and drawing rooms. You would be wise, fellow, to address yourself to what remains of your ale and mind your own business.a And he turned back to regard the womanas derriere again. She had changed position. Her elbows were now on the sill, and her face was cupped in her hands. The effect of the change was to thrust her bosom into more prominence in one direction and her derriere in the other.
If she could only step back and see herself from this position, Edward thought, she would run screaming from the room and never return, even with a dozen chaperons.
aPerhaps this lady would care to sit in my lap while I call to the landlord to bring her a pasty and ale so that she may share with me,a Windrow said with insolent emphasis. aWould you, sweetheart?a Edward sighed inwardly and moved one degree closer to an unwilling confrontation. It was too late to back off now.
aI really must insist,a he said, athat the lady be treated with the respect that any female ought to be accorded as a matter of right by anyone claiming the name of gentleman.a He sounded pompous. Of course he sounded pompous. He always did, did he not?
Windrowas head turned, and his amus.e.m.e.nt was quite unmistakable now.
aAre you looking for a fight, fellow?a he asked.
The lady seemed finally to have realized that she was the subject of the conversation behind her. She straightened up and turned, all wide, dark eyes in a narrow, handsome face, and all tall, shapely height.
Good G.o.d, Edward thought, the rest of her person more than lived up to the promise of her derriere. She was a rare beauty. But this was no time to allow himself to be distracted. He had been asked a question.
aI have never felt any burning desire to enforce gentility or simple civility with my fists,a he said, his tone mild and amiable. aIt seems something of a contradiction in terms.a aI believe,a Windrow said, aI have the pleasure of addressing a sniveling coward. And a stuffy windbag. All wrapped in one neat package.a Each charge, even the last, was an insult. But Edward would be d.a.m.ned before he would allow himself to be goaded into adopting swashbuckling tactics just to prove to someone he despised that he was a man.
aA man who defends the honor of a lady, and who expects a gentleman to behave like one and confronts him when he does not, is a coward, then?a he asked mildly.
The womanas eyes, he was aware, had moved from one to the other of them but were now riveted upon his face. Her hands were clasped to her bosom as though she had been struck by some tender pa.s.sion. She looked remarkably unalarmed.
aI believe,a Windrow said, athe suggestion has been made that I am not a gentleman. If I had a glove about my person, I would slap it across your insolent face, fellow, and invite you to follow me out to the inn yard. But a man ought not to be allowed to get away with being a coward and a stuffy windbag, gloves or no gloves, ought he? Fellow, you are hereby challenged to fisticuffs outside.a He jerked his thumb in the direction of the inn yard and smileda"very unpleasantly indeed.
Once more Edward sighed inwardly.
aAnd the winner proves himself a gentleman worthy of the name, does he?a he said. aPardon me if I disagree and decline your generous offer. I will settle for an apology to the lady instead, before you take yourself off.a He glanced at her again. She was still gazing fixedly at him.
He had, as he was fully aware, backed himself into a tight corner from which there was no way out that was not going to prove painful. He was going to end up having to fight Windrow and either give him a b.l.o.o.d.y nose and two black eyes to take to London with him, or suffer his opponent to dish out the like to himself. Or both.
It was all very tedious. Nothing but flash and fists. That was what being a gentleman was, to many of the men who claimed the name. Maurice, unfortunately, had been one of them.
aApologize to the lady?a Windrow laughed softly and with undisguised menace.
That was when the lady decided to enter the fraya"without uttering a word.
She seemed to grow three inches. She looked suddenly regal and haughtya"and she s.h.i.+fted her gaze to Windrow. She looked him up and down unhurriedly and appeared to find what she saw utterly contemptible.
It was a masterly performancea"or perhaps a mistressly one.
Her wordless comment was not without its effect, even though Windrow was half grinning at her. Perhaps it was a rueful grin?
aI misjudged you, alas, did I?a he asked her. aBecause you were alone in here and leaning nonchalantly on the windowsill and dressed like a bird of paradise, I suppose. I cannot persuade you to share a pasty and a gla.s.s of ale with me? Or to sit on my lap? A pity. And it would seem I cannot persuade this sniveling coward to defend your honor or his own with his fists. What a sad day to have encountered when I had such high hopes of it when I awoke this morning. There is nothing for it, I see, but to resume my tedious journey and hope for a brighter tomorrow.a And he pushed himself away from the counter, setting down his empty tankard as he did so, and would have sauntered out of the inn without a word more or a backward glance. He found an obstacle in his path, however. Before he could reach the door, Edward was there ahead of him and standing in front of it, blocking the way.
aYou have forgotten something,a he said. aYou owe the lady an apology.a Windrowas eyebrows rose and amus.e.m.e.nt suffused his face again. He turned back to the room and made the lady a deep and mocking bow.
aOh, fair one,a he said, ait pains me that I may have distressed you with my admiration. Accept my humble apologies, I beg you.a She neither accepted nor rejected them. She gazed coldly at him without relaxing her regal demeanor.
Windrow winked at her.
aI shall look forward to making your official acquaintance at some future date,a he said. aIt is my fervent hope that that will not be far in the future.a He turned to Edward, who stood out of the way of the door.
aAnd likewise for you, fellow,a he said. aIt will be a distinct pleasure.a Edward inclined his head curtly to him, and Windrow left the inn and closed the door behind him.
That left Edward and the lady in the taproom together again. But this time she knew he was there and so the impropriety could not be ignored or even silently fumed over. He was freshly annoyed with hera"and with himself for having become embroiled in such an undignified episode.
She was gazing at him, the regal demeanor vanished, her hands clasped at her bosom again.
Edward inclined his head curtly to her and made his way outside. He half expected to find Windrow lying in wait for him in the yard and was almost disappointed to see no sign of the man.
Less than five minutes later he was inside his carriage again and on his way toward London. Ten minutes after that, the carriage pa.s.sed a far smarter onea"of course, it would have been difficult to find one shabbiera"traveling with reckless speed in the opposite direction. He caught a glimpse of the coat of arms emblazoned on the door: the Duke of Treshamas. He breathed a sigh of relief that at least he had been spared having to encounter that particular gentleman at the Rose and Crown in addition to Windrow. It would have been the final straw.
Tresham was not his favorite person in the world. And, to be fair, he did not doubt that he was not Treshamas either. The duke had been another of Mauriceas friends. It was in a curricle race against him that Maurice had overturned his own and killed himself. And then Tresham had had the effrontery to turn up at Mauriceas funeral. Edward had made his opinion known to him there.
He wished anew that he could have stayed at Wimsbury Abbey. But duty called in London. And there was consolation, for Eunice was there too. She was staying with Lady Sanford, her aunt, and he would see her again.
It struck him suddenly that Tresham was driving in the opposite direction from London. Perhaps he was on his way to Acton Park. Perhaps he was going to remain there throughout the spring. It was something to be hoped for.
Who the devil was that lady back at the inn? Someone needed to take her in hand and teach her a thing or two about what was what.
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