The Mysteries of A Lady's Heart: A Clean & Sweet Regency Historical Romance Collection

by Abby Ayles

  “She did exactly that, Mother,” Cecilia said. “And they believe she would do anything they asked her to. At least Lord Gilbert believes that. Lord Leonard only talks to his brother. I have not heard him speak but a few times since they arrived.”

  Lady Annabelle nodded. “Yes, I noticed that.”

  “I do believe we all noticed that,” the Duchess of Norrend said.

  Lady Annabelle related the information to Lady Julia that night after they got Lady Joanna calm and in bed. Lady Julia had decided to stay with Lady Annabelle for another night, so they could stay up later and talk. She said she had something to tell Lady Annabelle.

  They dressed for bed and climbed in, laying under the covers and looking at each other. The lantern on the side table on Lady Annabelle’s side was still lit.

  “What is it you need to tell me? And why could you not tell me when we were with Lady Joanna?” Lady Annabelle asked.

  “I could not tell you this because Lady Joanna will be very upset. Somehow, my father has not gotten the hint that the Balfour brothers are not to be trusted. He told someone at church that there would be arrangements made that I would marry Lord Leonard and Lady Joanna would marry Lord Gilbert.”

  Lady Annabelle felt a little sick to her stomach. She knew that was the last thing Lady Julia wanted and Lady Joanna was not safe with a manipulative man like Lord Gilbert. “Oh dear. That cannot happen. Your life would be ruined.”

  “Yes, it would. But I will never marry Lord Leonard. The mere thought makes me ill. It is quite frightening to think that we would have to live the rest of our lives married to two cruel, unlawful brothers. I want nothing to do with them now. How will I feel after marrying one?”

  “You need not worry, my dear,” Lady Annabelle said in a low voice, scanning her friend’s face in the dim light of the lantern. “You will not marry him. Lady Joanna will not marry Lord Gilbert. It will not come to pass.”

  “You sound very confident.”

  Lady Annabelle nodded. “We will find the paintings and get justice. When we get justice, your father will see the light. The Lords Balfour will not be here to manipulate or steal anymore. They will be in prison or they will be hanged. That, of course, will depend on what has happened to Reverend Stovington.”

  Lady Julia pressed her cheek into the fluffy white pillow under her face. “I wonder where he is. I certainly hope he is safe.”

  “I do, too,” Lady Annabelle responded, nodding. “I fear for his life. If he has gone missing without a trace or a word, there is a good chance he is not all right.”

  “You are right,” Lady Julia agreed. “And he is such a good man. This is such a tragedy.” She was quiet for a moment before continuing, “When you spoke with the Duke of Cardinal today on your walk, did you solve anything at all? Do we have any way of finding the paintings?”

  “We did not come to any solid conclusions. We know they took them. We just do not know where. That will be the hardest thing. Trying to find them. Someone knows something and they are not even aware of it.”

  “What do you mean?”

  Lady Annabelle scooted herself down a little, pulling the covers up to her chin. She stared at the waving canopy fabric above her four-poster bed. It was the most fascinating color of green and she’d insisted on bedclothes to match. The green color comforted Lady Annabelle’s rapid heartbeat.

  “I mean, someone probably saw something and they did not even realize it might be a clue of some kind. Earlier today, Cecilia overheard the Lords Balfour discussing Joanna and how gullible she is. I could not mention them in front of her this evening. She is already distraught. I do not want to add to her pain and discomfort.”

  “I thank you for thinking of her.”

  “You did the same.”

  They smiled at each other.

  “I wish she realized that we really do care for her. I have told her on many occasions and not heard the same feelings returned. Not with her words.” Lady Julia repeated Lady Annabelle’s movements, turning to lay on her back and stare up at the fabric. She did not pull the covers up to her chin.

  “I think she knows deep in her heart that we love her. I cannot imagine what would make her feel so terrible about herself. I feel sorry for her.”

  “I think feeling sorry for her is one of the ways she copes with people,” Lady Julia said. “What I mean to say is that when people feel sorry for her, she feels more comfortable. She wants to be taken care of. She wants to be loved and taken care of. I think she thought that was what Lord Gilbert was going to give her.”

  “She did not always look happy when she was with him,” Lady Annabelle said. “And I noticed when they were together and Father was telling Lord Gilbert to talk to your father about courting her, she did not look happy. She became very stiff and held her hands behind her back. I could not see her face at that time but I know she had to have been trying hard to cover her feelings. Probably smiling through it.”

  “Do you believe she loved Lord Gilbert at all?”

  “I do not know. But I do not believe he loved her at any point in time. It seems to me they used her to try to get the Duke of Cardinal to leave and then steal the paintings. When they realized the duke was more believable than Lady Joanna, they had to think of something new. I wonder what they told her to make her go along with them?”

  “I do hope the reverend is found soon.”

  “As do I.”

  “I hope he is not injured or…” Lady Annabelle could tell Lady Julia did not even want to mention that the reverend could be dead.

  “Do you really think the Lords Balfour would be unwise enough to do such a thing?”

  “It would be ill-advised, to be sure. But I do not know the men well and at this point, I feel that there is a possibility they would be unwise enough to do something ghastly to the reverend.”

  Lady Annabelle and Lady Julia were quiet after that. Lady Annabelle occupied her tired mind with thoughts of the Duke of Cardinal until she fell asleep, only to dream of the man who would someday be her husband.

  Chapter 35

  When Lady Annabelle woke up the next morning, she discovered Lady Julia was already up and gone from the room.

  She sat up and stretched, thinking about her dream, the bits that she could remember. She’d been with the Duke of Cardinal at a dance. She felt comfortable in his arms. She remembered the feeling with a smile. She stretched her arms over her head and yawned.

  Her brain was still in a fog so she got out of bed and went straight to the water basin. She poured fresh water into it from the pitcher that sat beside it and dipped her hands in it. It was cool but not terribly cold. It woke her some and she rubbed her hands on her face to wake up fully.

  She got dressed and brushed her hair quickly. She could smell breakfast foods and the scent of fresh tea in the air. It made her stomach grumble.

  She went down the stairs quickly, looking down the hallway before descending. All the doors were closed. She did not know who else was up.

  The dining hall was half-filled with people from the city and the nearby counties, enjoying the traditional breakfast foods the Cartwrights always had available. She passed through the hall, smiling at the people and nodding in response to their greetings.

  Lady Julia and Lady Joanna were seated near the window, where they usually sat to eat. The sun was shining through the great, tall windows. The drapes had been pulled to the side.

  Lady Annabelle made a plate of food and sat with her friends. “Good morning,” she greeted them. “Did you sleep well?”

  Looking at Lady Joanna, Lady Annabelle did not think she slept well. There were dark rings under her eyes and her face looked drawn and tired. She did not answer Lady Annabelle but Lady Julia did.

  “I did sleep well. I always do when I am in your room, Lady Annabelle. I do not think my sister did, though.” Her voice was regretful as she looked at Lady Joanna. Lady Joanna looked back at her and shrugged.

  “I will be fine. It unnerves me that Lor
d Gilbert… and Lord Leonard have not owned their crime. And I am worried about the reverend. Father says there has still been no sign of him. Lord Gilbert and Lord Leonard will not be back here to Norrend, I believe.”

  Lady Annabelle shook her head. “I agree. They will not come back here. I do not think Father would let them anyway.”

  The ladies sat eating, watching the guests of Norrend as they mingled around the room, talking, eating, laughing. Lady Annabelle wondered how they could be so joyous, considering the reverend was still missing. The paintings would mean nothing to any of them. But surely they knew the reverend and knew he was still not found.

  Lady Annabelle scanned the room for the Duke of Cardinal but did not see him among the crowd. “I wonder where the duke is,” she murmured quietly. Lady Julia looked at her.

  “I saw him leave already. He was with your father and Mr. Covington. I do not know where they were going but I do not think they left Norrend. They are probably in the parlor.”

  “They must have come in early.” Lady Annabelle was disappointed. She missed the duke, not having seen him for the entire night from dinnertime till the morning. She was anxious for a time when she would not have to miss him, when she would see him when she woke up in the morning and when she went to bed at night.

  She told herself to be patient. He would be her husband soon enough.

  She laughed at herself inside, knowing that soon enough was not quite soon enough for her.

  After their breakfast, the young ladies decided to walk in the garden and enjoy the morning air. Just as they went through the door into the foyer, they saw the Duke of Cardinal coming out of the parlor with the Duke of Norrend and Mr. Covington.

  “Good morning, my ladies,” Mr. Covington said in a loud voice. Lady Annabelle suspected he thought they might not have seen them.

  “Good morning, Mr. Covington,” Lady Annabelle responded. She looked at her father. “Has there been any news, Father? Has the reverend been found?”

  Her father shook his head. “He has not been found.”

  “But Earl Balfour is here,” Mr. Covington said, making all three ladies look at him. Lady Annabelle turned her eyes back to her father.

  “Earl Balfour? The father of the Lords Balfour?”

  “Yes, that is correct. He is at the church now. The word is that he is here to take his sons back with him.”

  “But they cannot leave, Father. They have the paintings and they know what happened to the reverend.”

  The Duke of Norrend stared at his daughter. “You say those things with great confidence.”

  “Father, you do believe it, do you not? It could be no one else.”

  “Lady Annabelle, I have asked your father for his permission to take you on a carriage ride today and a walk in the park.”

  When the Duke of Cardinal spoke up, Lady Annabelle’s heart beat hard against her chest. She found it suddenly a little hard to breathe. All she could do was smile at him.

  “I am happy to hear that,” she said. “When would you like to go?”

  “If you are not busy now, we can go.”

  Lady Annabelle nodded. “I am ready to go.” She turned to Lady Joanna and Lady Julia. “You enjoy a walk if you like. I will be back soon.”

  “Enjoy yourself, Lady Annabelle.” Lady Julia leaned over and gave her air kisses on each cheek.

  “I will.”

  Lady Julia gave her a knowing smile as she passed by, taking the duke’s arm as she had the day before. It was going to be a regular habit when they were married. She would not walk anywhere without circling her hands around his arm.

  “Lady Annabelle,” her father stopped her. She turned to look at him. “There is a ball in three days. We must prepare for it whether the reverend is found or not. Our lives must go on, shall we say.”

  She blinked at him, wondering why it was so important for her to know that right then. She nodded. “All right, Father.”

  As the Duke of Cardinal led Lady Annabelle outside to his waiting carriage, he leaned over and said in a low voice. “We are going to do a little searching of our own, if you are up for it, Lady Annabelle. I do not want you to think I am being mischievous but the presence of the duke and others at the church yesterday did not leave the Balfour brothers many options but to cover themselves the whole day. Today, we will go visit Earl Balfour at the church.”

  “Did he not come just to get his sons?”

  The Duke of Cardinal helped her up into the carriage and then went around to get in himself. She enjoyed being so close to him and knowing every time there was a jostle of the carriage or a rock in the road, she would be forced to bump against and lean on him.

  She did not mind it. In fact, she rather looked forward to the small touches that would occur randomly throughout the ride.

  “I assume he did come to get them but I suspect there is something else going on. They are the thieves as we have surmised so far but we have no proof of this. If their father has come to the church, I feel there is a good chance his sons were only following his directions. He does not sound like a gentleman from what I have heard. Already he has upset several women with his crude talk.”

  Lady Annabelle looked surprised. “He has? When did he arrive?”

  “Apparently, he came sometime this morning during morning mass. Your father and I attended the mass this morning and he introduced himself to us. We did not have a lot of time to talk but what was said was quite telling.”

  “Do you think he knows about the paintings?”

  The Duke of Cardinal looked down at her with a sober face. “Not only do I think he knows about the paintings, I believe he knows something about the whereabouts of the reverend.”

  “They will not tell us anything, will they? No more than they have? Their father will be of no help to us if he is taking part in the scheme.”

  “We will have to take that chance.”

  “We may have to do some very quiet research, my lord,” Lady Annabelle said.

  The Duke of Cardinal looked down at her with a serious expression. “What do you mean, my lady?”

  “When I was a child, Lady Julia and Lady Joanna and I played a game in Norrend that never seemed to end. We would walk very quietly behind each other and if you were not spotted and touched, you won the game. I often won the game. But while I played, I noticed I could hear other people’s conversations very well and learned to avoid being seen by anyone, including those I was playing the game with. If we play that game with the Balfours, we may overhear some things we need to know.”

  “Like the whereabouts of the reverend,” the Duke of Cardinal nodded as he spoke. “Yes, that is a good idea. I like your game.”

  “Thank you.”

  “What other games did you and the fine Rickman ladies play together?”

  Lady Annabelle looked thoughtful. “I would have to think about it. It was so long ago. I will have to think about it.”

  “You are a very young lady. How can you forget already?” the Duke of Cardinal laughed.

  Lady Annabelle shrugged. “There are some things that once they are over, you rid from your mind in order to make room for better stuff than you had. I did that with my childish games. I do not think about them anymore. We had a lot of fun. But those days are over now and I will not reclaim them. I am a grown woman now.”

  He grinned. “Yes, my dear, I can see that.”

  “I wonder how much the Balfours know about art. Did you have a chance to talk to their father about it?”

  “I did not. I did not want your father to question them further. If we make them angry, we might have a real catastrophe on our hands.”

  Chapter 36

  Lady Annabelle and the Duke of Cardinal went to the church, leaving the carriage a fair distance away and walking the rest of the way so they would not be seen.

  She was feeling nervous but safe with the duke. He would not let any harm come to her, she was sure of it.

  When she looked at him, even when he was not
looking at her, she felt a warm feeling of love flow through her. She looked at his lips, his eyes, the features of his face, taking them in and making a new memory.

  She was anxious for the day she could feel his arms wrapped around her and feel the love he had for her. She would make a scent memory of him, just the way she had with her father.

  “Oh, my lord, I do hope the reverend is all right.”

  The Duke of Cardinal nodded. “I do, as well.”

  “If he was not found at the church yesterday, why do you think he might be there now?”