Lovers in Lisbon

by Barbara Cartland

  Her voice broke.

  Then the Marques was kissing her fiercely and demandingly, as she so wanted him to do.

  Only when they were both breathless did he say,

  “My precious one, why are you so poor? Could you not have gone to England? I cannot believe your relatives would not have looked after you.”

  “I once suggested it to Mama after Papa died – but she claimed that her father would – never forgive her for having caused such a scandal.”

  Felicita lowered her voice.

  “Queen Victoria was to have been represented at her Wedding, loads of presents had all arrived and there were two younger members of the Royal Family among her bridesmaids.”

  The Marques laughed and it was a very happy sound.

  “I can see, my darling, that your mother flouted all the conventions of British protocol and I admire her for her bravery more than I can ever say.”

  “I wish Mama – could have – known that!”

  “I am sure she does,” the Marques commented quietly.

  He saw the happiness in Feiicita’s eyes and he knew that it was because she loved him and was so grateful to him for being so understanding.

  Her mother had felt that the advantages of becoming a Duchess were of no consequence beside the emotions of the heart.

  That was what he understood.

  It was what he felt himself and he had been prepared to many Felicita whoever she was.

  Even, as the Duchesse had revealed, nothing but a Portuguese pedlar.

  He realised now that, with his grandmother’s help, Felicita’s Stratford relations would undoubtedly welcome her into the family.

  What was more, Felicita would grace her traditional place at the Court of King Carlos.

  Because she was so unspoilt and so unsophisticated, she did not understand.

  He had, however, no intention of letting her realise the difference that this would mean to her in the future.

  He had been prepared to protect her from any of the problems that might arise because she was his wife.

  At the same time it would have been impossible to avoid them completely or for her to be saved from the spitefulness of envious tongues and the chatter of jealous women.

  Like Felicita the Marques said a prayer of gratitude.

  He had mocked at his father for being so insistent that the woman he married must be worthy of his name and her blood as good as his own.

  Nevertheless he could understand his pride.

  It had made the Marques Juan marry an English Noblewoman while he still loved Inès.

  Felicita was saying,

  “Mama received a very small income from her grandmother, which kept us from starving while she was alive.”

  She gave a deep sigh.

  “But that ceased when she – died.”

  The Marques bent forward to kiss her again, saying as he did so,

  “All you have to think about tonight, and now this is an order, is that you love me and tomorrow we will be married.”

  His voice deepened as he said slowly,

  “We will begin a life of such happiness in our enchanted Palace that our love will reach out to help other people to become as happy as we are.”

  “That is – what I want to do,” Felicita said. “Promise me you will not – vanish in the night and – leave me alone.”

  “I promise you that I shall be here in the morning,” the Marques smiled, “and after that we will be together by day and by night for always.”

  He kissed her very gently, then, rising to his feet, he kissed both her hands.

  “Goodnight, my beautiful wife-to-be,” he said, “and God bless you, as already He has blessed us both.”

  Felicita gave him a shy little smile.

  Then, as he went from the room and closed the door behind him, she clasped her hands together and closed her eyes.

  ‘Thank You – God – thank You,’ she prayed over and over again.

  Then she added a little secret wish.

  ‘Please, Mary, Mother of God, give us sons who will be as fine and as handsome, kind and gentle as he is so that the people who look up to The Palace will be inspired by those who own it as they are by Your Holy and Blessed Son.’

  *

  Felicita and the Marques were married at noon the following day.

  The small Private Chapel was attached to the East Wing of The Palace.

  The only witnesses was the Marques’s secretary, who had been with him for many years.

  There were two young servers standing by the Altar to assist the elderly Chaplain.

  The fragrance of incense mingled with the scent of the arum lilies that filled the Chapel.

  Felicita wore the same white and silver gown that she had worn the first evening she had come to The Palace, the evening when the Marques had fallen in love with her and she with him.

  Over her head, but not over her face, she wore an ancient lace veil that had been in the family for several centuries.

  Her wreath was of real orange blossom, made for her by The Place gardeners and she carried just a few perfect Madonna lilies in her arms.

  When she came into the Chapel, there was the soft sound of organ music filling the air and the Marques was waiting for her.

  He thought that she might have stepped out of one of the stained-glass windows and was a Saint or an angel.

  Yet, as she slipped her hand into his, he could feel that she was human.

  He loved her with all his heart and, although it was something he had never expected, also with his soul.

  After the Marriage Service was over and they had received Holy Communion, they knelt for the Blessing.

  Then both Felicita and the Marques felt a sudden blazing light in the Chapel.

  It was not sunshine but something very much more brilliant and so vivid that they were almost blinded by it.

  It was the Blessing of God.

  They walked out into the garden, where the sun was shining down on the fountains and Felicita knew that their love had transformed The Palace into a very special Paradise.

  As the Marques had said, it would bring happiness to a great number of people besides themselves.

  After luncheon a carriage carried the Marques’s grandmother away to her Villa near the sea.

  They were alone and the Marques took Felicita out onto the terrace.

  “In a few minutes,” he said, “we are going upstairs for our siesta. But first I want you, my darling, to look down from our Palace in the Clouds and tell me that you are happy to be here and that you are no longer afraid.”

  “I shall – never be – afraid as long as – you are with – me.”

  Far away in the distance she could see Lisbon.

  She felt, although it was impossible, that she could see too the little house where she had lived with her parents.

  She moved a little nearer to the Marques as she sighed,

  “Sometimes I wish that – you were not so – important or so rich – so that I could show you that I love you – just as a man.”

  She put her head against his shoulder.

  “If we had to live – as you say – down below – I would look after you – and, of course – love you just as much – if not more than I do now.”

  She saw that the Marques was moved by what she had said.

  As his arms tightened around her, he said,

  “Do you suppose, my precious, that I do not know? But I still like to hear you say it. Our love is greater than poverty, greater than privation and far greater than anything else in the whole world!”

  He touched her hair gently with his lips before he went on,

  “The first time I brought you here you said it made you feel as if you was God, looking down on the world that you had created.”

  His voice deepened,

  “That is what I feel. I have battled against strange and unexpected difficulties to find you and at last you are mine!”

  There was fire in his eyes as he add
ed,

  “What are we waiting for? I want, my precious, adorable little wife, to teach you about love and there is a great deal for you to learn.”

  Felicita drew in her breath.

  “As you say – my wonderful magnificent husband what – are we – waiting for?”

  The Marques gave a little laugh.

  Taking Felicita by the hand, he drew her back through the salon and up the stairs.

  When they reached her bedroom, the sunshine was streaming through the windows in a golden light.

  Because it was so lovely, she felt as if it filled her heart and flickered through her body.

  Then, as she turned towards the Marques, she was in his arms.

  He was kissing her fiercely, wildly, passionately.

  She could feel the sun burning on his lips as it was burning in her breast.

  “I – love you – I love you!”

  She said the words in her mind, in her heart and in her soul.

  Then there was only the sunshine, which had turned to flames, the Marques’s arms, his lips – and him.

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