by Georgie Lee
He didn’t ask what it was her brother had said. He’d heard about enough disappointed fathers and brothers from the women at the Foundation to guess. He wondered if his mother spoke of him in the same disillusioned terms. He’d sneaked away from England without telling her, eager to follow his dreams while disappointing hers. Silas straightened. He had as much right to lead the life he wanted as his mother and father had and his parents should have understood this. His father hadn’t thought twice about turning his back on his own father and the naval career he’d laid out for him to establish the Foundation. However, when it had come to his own son trying to strike out on his own, he’d been nothing but critical and his mother had carried on in the same vein after his passing. ‘But he isn’t here and we are and we must make the best of this magnificent evening.’
‘I already am. It’s been ages since I’ve danced and with the most charming and clever man in the room.’ She tilted her head and offered a smile that could charm the shoes off a horse, the same one that had helped convince the rich men around Richard’s table to break convention and drink and discuss business in a lady’s presence.
‘But tonight you must truly shine.’
‘Must I?’
‘Don’t tell me a woman who marched up to a man and demanded a dance doesn’t want to stand out?’
‘I see I can’t lie to you.’
‘There’s no reason to.’
‘I don’t suppose there is.’
‘Good, then let’s plan our strategy because the dance will soon be over and I don’t want the flock of women who were with me before learning anything from you about being assertive.’ He glanced at the young women he’d abandoned to dance with Lady Mary. They watched him with anticipation, almost counting out the number of stanzas left until they could have another crack at him.
‘We can’t have that, now can we?’ Lady Mary stepped closer to him as if staking her claim. Her confidence in getting what she wanted was intriguing as was her new look this evening for there was no mistaking it was for him. Whatever Richard had proposed to her, she’d taken to the idea with a fervour. It boded well for a woman who might have to join Silas in the promotion of a number of ideas that many, including the fine owner of this house, would call insane. Some of those ideas might fail and he would have to move on to others. He guessed by her decision to come to America that Lady Mary was capable of moving on from failure instead of allowing it to destroy her. ‘What shall we do first?’
‘Introductions, lots of them and to the right ladies, those are key to successfully launching you.’ It was something Richard would have seen to in the first weeks of her arrival, but as he’d confided to Silas, it was the lady’s objections that had stopped him. Silas was glad to see that she’d changed her mind.
‘Whatever magic you intend to work, I ask you do so without mentioning my family connections.’
‘A difficult promise to make given your title.’
‘Then mention it as infrequently as you can. I’ll stand on my own merits or none at all.’
‘You’ve set quite a challenge for me.’
‘You can live up to it.’
‘I’ll surpass it.’
‘Like breeching etiquette to steal a man for a dance?’
‘No, like this.’ He swung her off the dance floor and they stopped before Mrs Wilson, another grand dame of Baltimore society whose husband had been at the dinner.
‘Mrs Wilson, have you had the pleasure of meeting Lady Mary?’ The ladies exchanged greetings before Silas continued. ‘She is one of the most renowned whist players in England.’
Mary threw Silas a questioning look he ignored. He had no idea if she played cards, but this was her entrée into a party. It was up to her to take it and she did. ‘Yes, I’m an excellent player.’
‘Then you must come to my card party Thursday night.’ Mrs Wilson trilled her fingers together in delight. ‘We could do with a little cage rattling of my regular attendees, but I must warn you that we play for higher stakes than most ladies are accustomed to.’
‘Good, it makes the game so much more interesting.’
‘Then I’ll send the invitation tomorrow.’
Before Mrs Wilson could say anything more, Silas politely guided Lady Mary away, in search of their next conquest.
‘I’ll have to practise card games with Mrs Parker before Thursday.’
‘Don’t practise too much. You’ll endear yourself to Mrs Wilson more if you lose to her. For a wealthy woman she’s quite the penny-pincher.’
‘I can feel my pin-money purse growing lighter as we speak.’
* * *
The rest of the ball passed in much the same way, with Silas leading Mary from one matron or businessman to another and making the introductions. Some introductions were sedate while others were as outlandish as her ability to play whist. She never objected to any of his more creative introductions, but went along with them, not chiding him afterwards, even when he’d boasted of her having a very distant family connection to Queen Victoria. She craved position as much as he and, like him, she’d welcomed each opportunity he offered to increase hers, meeting every expectation he’d set and amazing him as no other woman had before.
* * *
‘For someone who didn’t like gaining attention you picked up on the game very quickly,’ Silas complimented as he escorted Lady Mary through the main hall towards the front door, the large clock at the base of the stairs ringing twice to mark the late hour.
‘I’m a fast learner.’
‘With a very full social calendar.’ So much so that he wondered if she would have time to see him again. The musicians were playing the last song and most of the guests were making their way to their carriages and some much-needed rest after what was for Silas the first ball he’d enjoyed in ages.
‘Did you have a good time, Lady Mary?’ Richard asked when they reached the front hall, Mrs Parker beside them. The matron had proved herself a reliable, respectable and discreet shadow throughout the evening.
‘I had a marvellous time.’ Mary’s excitement was the greatest compliment she could have paid to Silas.
A footman stepped forward with her cloak and Silas took if from the man and held it up for her to slip into. She turned, eyeing him over her shoulder, the scintillating look of experience and mischief making Silas’s hand tighten on the velvet. She’d enjoyed tonight as much as he and regretted parting, too. He set the cloak on her shoulders, resisting the urge to caress the bare skin on the back of her neck with his fingertips, to see her full lips part in surprise at the gesture. He’d proven himself a trustworthy partner tonight. He didn’t wish to scare her off by acting like a cad.
She faced him as she tied the laces of the cloak, the black velvet heightening the flush of her cheeks and the sparkle illuminating her eyes. Silas had never noticed how brown they were until this moment. He couldn’t help but think that with a rich bronze-coloured silk cloak trimmed in white fur she would shine brighter than all the debutantes in their white lace and pink ribbons. She was young and pretty, and although he’d never allowed either of those traits to trick him into a decision before, it was a tempting combination tonight. The businessman in him saw the advantage of the union, while the man in him wanted to taste a little more than her investment potential.
Silas offered her his arm and they walked together behind Mrs Parker and Richard to the carriage. Their breath mingled in small clouds over their heads before disappearing into the dark night. They didn’t speak about the evening, but enjoyed the comfortable quiet of each other’s presence until they reached the carriage. They waited together while Richard and Mrs Parker settled inside, the prospect of bidding her goodnight bothering Silas more than his not having visited the game room to woo investors. When it was at last her turn, Silas handed her in, savouring the weight of her small hand in his and the pressure of it against his palm. Reluctantly, he relea
sed her and closed the carriage door, but before he could step back and let it drive away she lowered the window. ‘Thank you for a very interesting evening. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow.’
‘Am I seeing you tomorrow?’
‘Most definitely.’ She slid him a sly smile that made his fingers itch to trace her full lips, her confidence as enticing as her dictate. ‘At three, we’re having tea together.’
‘It’s been a long time since I’ve had a proper English tea.’
‘Until tomorrow, then.’ With a suggestive nod, she sat back from the window, the faint outline of her in the carriage lantern barely visible as the driver urged the horse into a walk and the carriage rolled away.
With Mary gone, the winter chill settled over him, one her presence beside him this evening had kept at bay. If he went through with this, he would be taking on the responsibilities of a wife and family. He wasn’t adverse to the task for there were hundreds of workers already dependent on him and the Baltimore Southern for their livelihoods. He would never knowingly betray their trust or fail to take care of them, yet he’d failed his family once before. With the bank notes not reaching home he was failing them again. The possibility that Lady Mary might come to rely on him for something he wasn’t capable of giving or ask him to be someone he wasn’t the way his parents had done cemented his feet to the cold pavement. It wasn’t until another carriage pulled up to the kerb and a young couple came forward to climb into it that Silas began the slow walk back inside the Pennimans’ house.
There was no need to worry. During their time together tonight Lady Mary had made it clear that she understood the kind of man he was and his ambitions and desires. She would not look down on his pursuit of business and success the way his father had, but do all she could to help him in his efforts to achieve it.
Back inside the warmth of the Pennimans’ house, Silas greeted a number of his investors with enthusiastic words and smiles, his success surrounding him like the chill of the night. These reminders of his success bolstered his faith in himself and he vowed that even though he’d failed as a son, he would not fail as a husband and some day a father.
Chapter Four
‘How do you think he’ll propose?’ Mrs Parker asked Mary as they strolled through Richard’s side garden. They were enjoying a rare fine day in the midst of cold ones as winter tightened its grip on Maryland. Despite being up late last night, Mary had barely slept, unable to think about anything but Mr Fairclough and their time together. It’d been a delightful evening and she’d been loath to part with him, her heart racing as she’d all but forced him to join her for tea today, but she hadn’t been able to let him go without some expectation of seeing him again.
This is about securing your future and nothing else, she reminded herself for the hundredth time since she’d crawled into bed last night.
The excitement that ran like a current under all thoughts of him and their time together was nothing more than discovering that there was genuine affability between them and that on his arm she’d once again been a young girl full of hope and promise who believed in the future. It hurt to imagine losing the chance to experience it again because she’d failed to capture his attention, except she hadn’t, she was sure of it. When he’d escorted her to the carriage, the look he’d given her and the way his hand had lingered in hers had struck her deep. She and Silas had been partners last night and he’d treated her with more respect than anyone else ever had. Not even Preston at his most charming moments had been so captivating, honest or genuine with her as Mr Fairclough, but she didn’t wish to get her hopes up as she’d done before and have it all fall to pieces.
‘He won’t propose. It’s too soon.’ Mr Fairclough was a man of action but he wasn’t about to act so quickly in something this important. Mary knew the folly and regret that came with rushing towards marriage, but she also knew the dangers of dallying. She was sure Mr Fairclough did, too, although which course of action he decided to take in this matter remained to be seen. Either way, Mary had dressed accordingly, donning one of her two new day gowns and some jewellery to make herself as appealing as possible. This tea was another chance to catch his eye, one she could not miss, especially given what she’d decided to tell him today. The truth could ruin everything, so better it do so now than after days or weeks of courting.
‘Oh, he’ll propose all right and he’ll do it today,’ Mrs Parker assured her, increasing Mary’s anticipation even while the rational part of her warned her against getting her hopes up. ‘I saw the two of you together last night and the way he looked at you. You’ve captured his interest and a man like him will snap you up.’
‘You make me sound like the purchase of a new foundry for his railroad.’
‘He’ll approach it that way so don’t expect roses and candies, but he’ll turn you into a queen one way or another.’
‘I’m hardly queen material, and once he finds out the truth, for I’ll have to tell him, who knows how he’ll react.’ Despite the risk to this venture, she didn’t want him to hear the story from someone else.
‘Mr Fairclough won’t judge you as harshly as you think. I don’t know all of his past, but some of the things I’ve heard him say to Mr Jackson makes me think he’s made enough mistakes of his own to not judge you for yours.’
She wanted to believe that, but she’d seen how cruel and callous men could be. Even her father and brother had turned their backs on her. Her brother had accused her of ruining his chance for a union with Lord Breckenridge’s daughter. Mary thought the young woman should have sent her a thank-you note for saving her from a loveless future. Her brother had wanted Lord Breckenridge’s daughter’s money more than he’d wanted the woman, making his and their father’s rage against Mary and her mistake even more severe. She was sure Mr Fairclough was interested in her for more than what she might one day inherit, but it didn’t mean he wished to assume the taint of her past. She had to allow him to decide whether or not to continue to pursue her so he could never say she’d tried to pull the wool over his eyes or resent her for trapping him in a questionable union.
The voice of a driver calling to the carriage horses to stop carried over the garden wall. A moment later Mr Fairclough’s hearty greeting to Richard’s butler followed. Mr Fairclough exchanged a few pleasant words with the man as he always did instead of ignoring him as if he was nothing more than a potted plant the way her father used to do with the Foxcomb servants.
Mary froze on the gravel path, wanting to rush into the house and up the front stairs to her room before Mr Fairclough could see her, but she didn’t. She would face whatever was going to happen today and move forward with her life one way or another. ‘It’s time to find out exactly what kind of man Mr Fairclough is.’
* * *
Silas warmed his hands over the sitting-room fire. The room held a decidedly masculine air, with heavy wood trim and leather decor and more weapons than watercolours on the walls. It was a bachelor’s idea of decoration if Silas had ever seen one. Silas had come straight here from the metal shop and listening to Mr Kent’s ideas for a new kind of steel rail, one that would support the larger English-designed engine once Silas acquired the patent and began manufacturing it. Except it wasn’t building more powerful steam engines in America that had Silas standing on his toes. He’d been up a great many hours last night after the ball, thinking about Lady Mary. She had proven herself an intriguing investment and Silas refused to sit idle and wait once a decision was made. However, if there was one thing Silas knew about women after growing up with two sisters and his mother, they did not wish to be treated like commodities. It would be a delicate balancing act to present a reasonable argument for why they should form a partnership while appearing like a genuinely besotted suitor. He couldn’t swoon too much because Lady Mary would instantly see through that ruse. It would tarnish whatever credibility he’d established at the ball and deny him a better taste of the vix
en who’d pinned him with a look to heat his blood over her shoulder last night. That side of Lady Mary had intrigued him more than he cared to admit. He was intent on approaching this deal rationally, but the intensity of her reaction to him and what it meant if she accepted him stirred all the irrational parts of him. He wasn’t sure how he would achieve this delicate balance between business and pleasure and there was no more time to think about it as Lady Mary and Mrs Parker entered the room.
‘Good afternoon,’ Lady Mary greeted with a politeness that failed to cover the spark of anticipation in her expression.
‘How nice to see you, Mr Fairclough,’ Mrs Parker offered in her perpetually cheery voice while she helped Lady Mary off with her coat.
‘Good afternoon, ladies.’ Silas bowed to the women, almost falling over at the sight of Lady Mary’s gown. For a chilly day, she wore a daringly low-cut dress of champagne-coloured satin that was fitted to her waist and decorated with faint embroidery in a darker thread around the wide neck that revealed the tops of her full breasts. Those particular assets were made more noticeable by the small watch on a gold chain hung beneath the curve of the right one. There was no missing that she’d chosen that dress to tempt him. It was working. Silas straightened, adjusting his cravat as he did.
Rational. You must remain somewhat rational.
‘How is the new foundry doing?’ Mrs Parker asked, as welcoming and informal with him as she’d always been whenever he visited Richard’s. Long before she’d become Lady Mary’s lady’s maid, she’d been the housekeeper here. During Silas’s early days in Baltimore, she’d been a motherly figure to him at a time when he’d been very much without family.
‘Producing steel rails exactly as expected.’
‘Congratulations to you, Mr Fairclough.’ Mrs Parker nudged her young charge with her elbow. ‘There’s nothing more magnificent than a self-made man, wouldn’t you say, Lady Mary?’