The Byram Succession: A Regency Romance

by Mira Stables

  “I doubt if queens have time to be homesick,” suggested Damon bracingly.

  “Do you? Of course she was homesick. She was only fifteen — a year younger than Sue — when she had to leave everything that was dear and familiar for marriage with a man nearly twice her age, who spent most of his time campaigning and left her to deal as best she might with a rigid court etiquette. And you doubt if she was homesick?”

  She sounded quite fierce about it, thought Damon amusedly. “Royal personages are trained from childhood to acceptance of such marriages,” he reminded her. “It is part of the price that they pay for their state. And if I remember aright, Mary learned to love her William quite devotedly. Why else should she have gone to the pains of creating an Orangery at Hampton Court? Surely that is the kind of sentimental gesture that indicates true affection?”

  Alethea considered that carefully, then said, “For my part, I think her dairy is far more typical of her than a lot of silly orange trees in tubs. I see her as a housewifely creature who delighted in cleanliness and good order. It was her misfortune that she was born to royal state. She would have been far happier tending some comfortable manor and seeing to her lord’s comfort when he came in weary after a long day in the saddle. As for William — if he had spent more of his time at home he might have got himself an heir, and so spared us” — and broke off short, scarlet-cheeked at the enormity of what she had said. Through her agonising embarrassment the thought came crossly, that was the worst of talking with his lordship. It was so interesting, so comfortable, that one simply spoke one’s mind without reserve — and see what came of it!

  But Lord Skirlaugh was feigning a convenient obtuseness. Not for worlds would he imperil, by so much as a raised eyebrow, the easy intercourse that he had so painstakingly sought. Moreover, his quarry had quite innocently led the talk into channels well suited to his purpose. So he said only, carefully, “Yes. A pity. A pity, too, that the little Duke of Gloucester died so young. But though you may have a romantic fancy for the Stuart succession, you will acknowledge, as did Aunt Emily, that we go on pretty comfortably under King George.”

  She seized thankfully upon his subtle twist to a delicate topic, denying, with unnecessary fervour, any leaning towards Jacobitism, and agreeing that, despite her affection for the things of the past, she was thankful enough to live in modern times. Her hot cheeks cooled. And his mention of Lady Emily gave her cause to enquire if he meant to make one of the party that was to drive out to visit her the following week.

  This outing had been arranged on Tina’s insistence, and promised to be a dashing affair. Closed carriages were unthinkable in summer weather, and landaus, decreed Tina, were ‘stuffy’ in the other sense. Curricles were the thing. In fact she had with difficulty been dissuaded from the notion of making the excursion into a race. Only a fortunate remark from Marianne, that, while she might be able to wind Kit round her finger, it was highly unlikely that Damon would approve of such hoyden tricks, persuaded her to draw in her horns. But it was to be quite a large party, since, in Tina’s experience, large parties tended to pair off and go their chosen ways. Naturally they would not all inflict themselves on Lady Emily. Only a select group would be accorded that privilege. But the others could amuse themselves very happily in strolling about the grounds.

  Damon now pointed out that there would be an extra man. Marianne could not be expected to go without James, who would naturally wish to pay his respects to his future bride’s formidable relative. “In which case, Miss Forester, I shall beg of you to accept the seat in my curricle.”

  She said sedately, “It is very kind of you, my lord, but do you not think” — she hesitated, then pushed on bravely, “From some chance remark that was let fall, I had the impression that it was my cousin, not Marianne, who was to ride in your carriage.”

  Damon’s brows lifted a little. “Miss Newton does me too much honour,” he said softly, and would have liked to express his opinion of that young lady’s encroaching ways with some acerbity, but the trouble in Alethea’s face gave him pause. No doubt the poor child’s life would be rendered miserable if the spoiled beauty did not get her way. “Then I shall at least hope to enjoy your company on the return journey,” he said crisply, and when she did not immediately answer, said persuasively, “Come, now! Consider the possibilities of an encounter between your cousin and my aunt!” Her lips twitched in involuntary amusement. He said cordially, “Precisely so. I cannot help feeling that after an hour of such — er — stimulating exchanges, we shall be quite exhausted. If I do not have your promise to sit beside me on the return journey to soothe my jangled nerves, I shall certainly cry off from the whole affair.”

  She was staring at him now in steady enquiry. There was undoubted determination beneath the playful words, and though he was smiling a little there was an intent look in the grey eyes that she had never seen before. Unaccountably her heart began to beat a little faster and she could feel that she was blushing. She pressed the back of one hand to her warm cheek and said shyly, “You leave me no choice, sir.” Then, drawing herself very erect, “Though your manner leaves me in some doubt as to whether I should thank you for your kindness or dip a humble curtsey and meekly promise to obey your commands.”

  His whole face changed as he broke into soft laughter. How he liked the imperious little tilt of her chin as she delivered her rebuke. What a wife she would make for a man who set considerable store by proper dignity and conduct! He bowed deeply, a stately reverence, and taking her hand in his raised it lightly to his lips.

  “Forgive me, ma’am,” he beseeched, the humble words belying the laughter in his eyes. “Desperate circumstances demand strong measures. I plead justification, and promise to conduct myself with the utmost humility next Tuesday if you will but give me the pleasure of your society.”

  This was a game that two could play, and Alethea was swift to seize the opening that he had given her. “Why, surely, sir,” she said lightly. “I had only to think of Lady Emily’s disappointment if you did not make one of our party, and there could be no doubt as to my decision. But the opportunity of studying your notions of humility will certainly add considerable interest to the occasion.”

  The grey eyes flashed wide. “Why! You naughty little thing, you! What a comprehensive set-down! And so sweetly, so kindly delivered. My congratulations, Miss Forester. I salute an adversary worthy of my steel. But look to yourself in future.”

  Alas! She would need to do so. This sort of heady exchange was no diet for a damsel already far sunk in love. It was the kind of play that should end in a close embrace and kisses. Punitive kisses — or so one pretended — but none the less warm and sweet. And she longed only to yield to such punishment. But he was not for her. The words were becoming almost a battle emblem to which she must cling for survival. She looked about her for James and Marianne, but they had abandoned the painted deities and drifted out into the sunshine again, absorbed only in themselves.

  “Shall we follow them?” enquired Damon, and she agreed thankfully, feeling that the presence of other people, real life, every day people, would help to steady her unruly heart. But in the gardens the pair were nowhere to be seen. Damon, having caught a glimpse of a familiar coat sleeve vanishing round a corner, had taken care to steer his charge in the opposite direction.

  For on Damon, too, that brief crossing of swords had had a powerful effect. It had brought home to him the realisation that marriage with Miss Forester might not be just the staid, sober partnership that he had envisaged. Rather it seemed to hold promise of laughter and gaiety. That look of demure mischief on the girlish face when she had spoken of Lady Emily’s disappointment! It had been no random jibe. She knew very well what she was about. He had been strongly tempted to catch her in his arms and make her pay forfeit for her impudence in kisses. Most certainly he would not waste the few precious moments of privacy that now remained to them in mere sight seeing.

  “I was most interested in your views on royal marri
ages, Miss Forester,” he began carefully. “From the masculine point of view I had thought that if a man offered his wife a position of great dignity and the power to do much good, housed her sumptuously and gave her everything that a reasonable woman could desire, then he might justifiably expect her loyalty and affection in return, even if the pair had met only briefly and formally before the marriage took place. You, on the other hand, seemed to find such marriages pathetic — even tragic. Why?”

  Alethea considered her answer well. Marriage was a dangerous topic for discussion, even if it was limited to the marriages of long dead historic personages. “I did not condemn all such marriages,” she reminded him. “Some of them may have been perfectly successful. But in general I do not think a marriage can be truly happy unless the contracting parties are deeply attached to each other from the outset.”

  “You sound very confident,” he said shrewdly. “I think you have some particular marriage in mind.”

  She nodded. “My parents. They are — oh — it is difficult to explain! And of course one cannot compare ordinary folk with royalty. No considerations of state compelled them to marry. They did so because neither of them is really complete without the other. They are of one mind. Though by that I do not mean that they agree about everything. They were used to argue quite fiercely before Mama took ill, but it always ended in laughter. And can you not see already that James and Marianne will make just such a marriage?”

  “And that is the kind of marriage for you?” he asked, deliberately keeping his tone light. “You would never consent to the other kind — the worldly kind — not even if Prince Florizel himself were to offer you the half of his kingdom?”

  But Alethea thought the conversation was becoming much too personal. She had no desire to discuss her own marriage with this, of all gentlemen. Her tone matched his for light amusement as she replied, “What an improbable suggestion! Besides, the Prince Charmings of the story books always fell in love with the lady before making that very rash offer, which quite spoils your argument, my lord, since we were discussing marriages in which love had no place. As for a match of great worldly consequence — I stand in no danger of temptation! You should ask that question of my lovely cousin!”

  “You under-rate yourself, Miss Forester, indeed you do. I, for one, infinitely prefer your society to your cousin’s, as I made abundantly plain not a quarter of an hour ago.”

  What more he might have said was unfortunately lost, since at that moment the Admiral himself, with James and Marianne, was seen approaching. There was no further opportunity for private conversation, but on the whole Damon was not dissatisfied. His appreciation of Miss Forester’s personality was growing apace, and although, in his view, she set too much store on love, at least it was on a steady and enduring love, not the idealistic romantic passion which most girls of her age seemed to think so desirable. It should not be difficult to persuade her that love, of the kind that she valued, would come naturally after marriage. And at least she could no longer be in any doubt as to his intentions, and she had not hinted him away as he had given her every opportunity to do. At the next opportunity he would suggest that he would very much like to meet her parents. That would put everything on a proper footing. In happy ignorance of the true state of his chosen bride’s feelings, and with a growing conviction that matrimony — when one became accustomed — might be quite enjoyable, Damon went contentedly to bed and slept soundly.

  Alethea, after a shattering scene with Tina, who had come home early from the review in a furious temper over Damon’s defection and refusing to believe that her cousin had not deliberately contrived the whole thing, was also thankful to escape to the shelter of her bedchamber. Tina’s parting remarks echoed in her ears as she rather wearily submitted to Hetty’s ministrations.

  “Do you imagine he’d look twice at you? A dab of a girl with no claim to beauty and countrified to boot! Unless he’s heard of Cousin Albert’s will — and I wouldn’t put it past you to have let fall a hint about that, sly scheming wretch that you are.”

  Well — she had not let fall a hint — had never dreamed that Cousin Albert’s money, even if were doubled and trebled would buy her an offer from Lord Skirlaugh. Nor would she want one, on those terms, she thought proudly. Relaxing gradually to the caress of the cool sheets, she carefully rehearsed all that had been said between them, weighing every word, so vividly remembered. If she had not known, thanks to Marianne, that his affections were already engaged, she might almost have imagined — But that, of course, was because she would have liked to imagine it. She dwelt blissfully for a little while on the thought that at least he preferred her society to Tina’s, wondered uneasily how she could maintain an attitude of cool detachment in the intimacy of a drive a deux in a curricle, and finally drifted into uneasy dream-haunted slumber.

  Chapter Twelve

  “I daresn’t, miss. I’m right-down sorry but I just daresn’t. I’m not clever nor quick like gentry folk, even if me mam did say me dad was a gen’leman born. I’d make a mull of it as sure as eggs is eggs. And if I was caught it’d be the jail at least if it wasn’t transportation.”

  “But I was relying on you, Toby. You said you would do anything for me. Not once, but several times you swore it. And this is such a small thing. I can’t do it for myself because I don’t understand about carriages, but you could do it so easily. Please!” Tina’s eyes were great beseeching pools; her mouth drooped pathetically.

  The lad’s face crimsoned, an ugly, dull flush which sorted ill with his sandy hair and pale blue eyes. But the eyes returned Tina’s gaze squarely, though he licked his lips nervously. “Yes, miss. I know I did. But I meant anything in the line o’ duty, and me not wanting to be paid for it. Meddling with a gentleman’s carriage is different. Even if I could do it — which I don’t say as I couldn’t, ’cos there’s ’alf a dozen different ways o’ making a ve-hickle break down haccidental-like and no one to know no better — ’oo’s to say what would come of it? A break-down’s one thing, but it all depends where it ’appens. Say you’re goin’ at full gallop and a wheel comes orf. That’s nasty, that is. Might be someone killed. You’d not want aught like that to ’appen, all along of a bit o’ mischief, would you now, miss?”

  Tina hesitated. What Toby said was common sense. And certainly she had no wish to suffer injury in a carriage accident. But she had made up her mind to a certain course of action and she would not permit wiser counsels to prevail. Lord Skirlaugh apparently admired a girl who kept her head and behaved coolly in emergency. Very well. He should see that Miss Newton could play the part to admiration — even if she had to contrive an accident to prove it to him.

  “There’ll be no risk of anything more than an awkward spill,” she told the boy serenely. “I shall see to it that the carriage is travelling at a very moderate pace. If you can contrive that a wheel shall come off, I will do the rest. We are to lunch at the inn at Hampton Wick, so you will have no difficulty in approaching the carriages, and you know Lord Skirlaugh’s curricle well enough to avoid any risk of tampering with the wrong one. If anyone should question your presence there, you may say that you have an urgent message for me. I will even furnish you with a letter to be delivered to me. I really don’t see what can go wrong.”

  Toby could; a great many things. Yet Miss Tina was depending on him. She had said so. He remembered all the dreams he had woven about serving her. How he had rescued her from blazing buildings, sinking ships (despite the fact that he could not swim) and villainous abductors; and now he was reluctant to perform the simple service that she asked of him. But she didn’t understand what it meant, bless her innocent heart. To her it was just a bit of naughty mischief — a set-down for Lord Skirlaugh because, she said, he was so conceited about his driving. If it had been a phaeton, now, he wouldn’t have minded so much. Mebbe, in that case, there’d be little harm done, unless his lordship was springing ’em, which wasn’t his usual way. Besides, Miss Tina had said she would ask him to drive
slowly. But a curricle! A two-wheeler — and could be on a busy road with other vehicles involved and Miss Tina in the midst of it. No! He would rather endure her scorn and disappointment than put her at such risk, even though he burned to show her how cunningly he could have done the job.

  He had no idea how easily the astute maiden watching him with those big appealing eyes could read the conflicting feelings mirrored in his irresolute face. Well she knew that scolding would not serve. At his sullen rejection of the whole affair she permitted herself just one reproachful glance before she lowered those devastating lashes. “Oh, Toby! And I had thought you truly my friend,” she said sorrowfully, and turned dejectedly away.

  “No, miss! Wait!” exclaimed poor Toby, tried beyond his seventeen-year-old strength. And then, as she glanced back over her shoulder, jerked out, “All right, then. I’ll do it, if so be as I can,” and, still hoping to dissuade her, “Only what’ll I say to the master? For ’e’s an ill man to cozen and ’e’ll want to know why I’m takin’ the day orf.”

  Tina was not in the least interested in this aspect of the affair, but she was well aware that her ally was still wavering. “Could you not say that you felt unwell?” she asked plaintively. “Or perhaps that your mother was ill and that you must go and see her?”

  Toby did not think the owner of the livery stable would be impressed by either of these improbable fictions. “More likely to turn me off without a character,” he said glumly.

  “If he does, I shall persuade Papa to engage you as my own particular groom down in Dorset,” Tina assured him.

  The lad stared at her incredulously. “D’yer really mean it miss?” he breathed, his eyes beginning to glow with excitement.

  “Indeed I do. I can’t think why I haven’t done so already, for no one understands my wishes as you do. But you must do your part first you know, and so contrive that his lordship’s pride and his superior person take a tumble in the dust. How will you manage it?”