“I must be going, and I trust you won’t be here when I return tonight. You’ve brought shame on this house. You’ve brought shame on our good name. Our father will never get over it, I’m afraid. ”
Lord Robert winced at this last. No matter what he said or did, he was, somehow, always a disappointment to the old duke. Now, he’d allegedly done something akin to social suicide. “Never fear, Lord James. You won’t find me under your roof.” He smiled wryly at the Marquess’s back as the man turned and the bedchamber door slammed.
Robert fell back on the pillows again and closed his eyes. He hadn’t brought shame to anyone. Lady Judith had simply gone on an extended tour, a gift from her mother. It had been an early birthday present for her eighteenth birthday. She would turn eighteen in Paris or Rome or Seville. Somewhere other than London.
Judith. Lord Robert had been so in love with her. For as long as he could remember, he’d had feelings for her. And she’d returned them. Until he’d asked her to become his wife.
Then she’d wiped a tear from her eye and told him she’d always love him. But, she was too young for marriage, she’d said.
At the last minute, she’d asked him to wait for her, and he’d joyously assented. He’d let her go with the expectation of a happy and loving reunion. And he’d waited patiently. And waited. Biding his time until her unplanned return.
After one year with no word from her, he’d begun to question everything he knew to be real about their relationship. He’d begun to question everything he knew to be real about Judith. To learn that she was telling stories about him that were untrue and scandalous caused more consternation.
He sat up abruptly. He must go to see her. That way she could tell him that the story his brother had given him was untrue. It had to be untrue. Why, he was even angry at himself for believing it. He rang for Terence to come and help him bathe and dress.
Forty-five minutes later, he was ready to visit his lady love. Cream coloured pantaloons, high boots, soft cotton shirt, silk waistcoat, and his newest double-breasted tailcoat. He nervously asked Terence to retie his cravat then topped the ensemble off with his new beaver hat.
He made his way downstairs, out back to the mews and the stable. He wouldn’t take his own curricle. It was too recognizable. “Daniel, hitch up the old carriage.”
“Yes, My Lord. Is it just yourself today? I can have your curricle ready for you immediately.”
“The old carriage, Daniel.” Lord Robert would need only to sit back, pressed against the seat, away from the windows to be hidden from prying eyes. No one would be the wiser. The ton was already brimming with salacious gossip about him. The carriage bore no crest or coat of arms to alert pedestrians to whom the occupant might be. He waited for Daniel, one shiny, polished boot tapping rapidly on the stones of the stable yard.
“I’m going to see Lady Judith at the family home in St James Square. Her father’s home. I find myself somewhat fortunate that the story weaving Lady had no desire to stay at Regent Street upon her return to London.”
Lady Judith’s mother had been the sister of Duke Atwater. The house on Regent Street was as familiar to Lady Judith as her own immediate family’s was.
Dan brought the carriage around to where his master stood in the yard. “Yes, My Lord.”
“Mind you stick to the mews as much as you can, and you’re not to mention this visit to anyone, is that understood, Dan? And we don’t need a footman. He could be recognized. Be sure to keep back under the hood as much as possible. Is that quite clear?”
“Yes My Lord. I understand. Very clear. No footman. Keep under the hood. Yes, My Lord.” Daniel nodded and opened the door of the carriage for his employer while shooing away the tall lad who ran from the stable, white powdered wig askew. Lord Robert waited a moment for Daniel to get up in the driver’s seat, and then he knocked on the wall of the vehicle.
Within minutes, he was swaying side to side and to and fro as the horse cantered down the uneven cobbled alleyways at the rear of the fine white stuccoed townhouses. He squeezed himself back against the rich leather upholstered seat of the coach praying he wouldn’t be detected by a passerby.
Dan stuck to the mews and back streets. Fifteen minutes later, he brought the coach up in the stable yard behind the Bennington residence.
“That will do it, Dan, thank you. Now off with you. Come to Brooks’s in one hour. After that, we’ll head for the country, straightaway.” Even though everything between he and Judith would be made right, it would still behove him to spend a few days at Hempstead Hall.
“Yes, My Lord.” Dan smiled.
Lord Robert turned on his heel and walked through the stable yard and around the house to the area. He kept his head down and descended the stairs to the servant’s entry and ducked in.
The staff were having their dinner in the hall. It was already three o’clock, and Lord Robert’s stomach growled reminding him he hadn’t eaten since the evening before. He’d spent most of the previous night drinking brandy and playing whist with his close friend, Lord Thomas Radcliffe.
He slid past the servants’ hall and the kitchen door and up the backstairs to the second floor. He knew Lady Judith would be in her private sitting room off the bedchamber. If he was correct, she would be taking her dinner there now.
He moved with a furtive walk down the corridor towards the door he knew Lady Judith was behind. He knocked, his knuckles barely touching the oak that separated him from her.
Hearing nothing from inside, Lord Robert twisted the door handle and pushed the door open slightly.
“Is that you, Jules?” He caught his breath at the sound of her voice. The voice he hadn’t heard in three long years. He brushed aside the inkling that the voice sounded somehow ... different. Without speaking, he slipped into the room, closing the door behind him.
Lady Judith turned towards him, startled. “What are you doing? How did you get in here?”
He crossed the room in three bounds to kneel beside the chair she sat on. “I might ask you a similar question, My Lady.” He reached up to touch her cheek. She recoiled as if stung. As if he were a stranger.
“Judith. Why? What has happened? I have it from my brother you’ve been spreading rumours about me. I know it can’t be true. It’s entirely out of character for you to behave in such a manner. I came here to get the truth from you.”
“Rumours?” She looked directly at him. For a split second, she appeared as someone else. Her features had hardened during her travels, no doubt the result of losing her mother on the journey. Her hair was somewhat darker, or was it? He decided she’d changed the style. “Surely I don’t know what you speak of,” she snarled at him.
“My brother told me, actually berated me, when he delivered the news that you had said I reneged on a promise. Do you know what I’m speaking of now?”
She gazed out the window, her eyes darting here and there. “I, I don’t want to talk about it.”
“But, darling, it’s me. Robert. Why do you treat me so coldly?” He reached for her again, and she made herself small against the back of the upholstered chair she reclined in.
He pulled back. “I see. So you’ve changed your mind about me? About us? You no longer wish to marry me?”
“Oh, please don’t be difficult, Robert. I shall have to call Jules. This is a most complicated situation. Surely you must understand that I, well, I want to move up. So to speak. Within the ton. Can you blame me? My parents are dead. I have no one. My very survival is at stake. I cannot live alone forever. I want to be married. I want to have children. But I also want security. The kind that comes from having a firm foothold on the higher rungs of society. You must understand that. Once an heir is located for my father’s estate, what’s to become of me?”
Lord Robert stood and walked over to the marble fireplace. “What’s to become of you?” He smoothed the front of his jacket. “I offered you marriage three years ago. I offered you love and a comfortable life. Security, as you so poeticall
y describe it. You denied me but asked me to wait for you. You wanted to see foreign places and still have me. And I was willing to give you that. I waited for you, as you asked me to. All this time, I’ve waited. Yet you told Lord James and others that I forsook you when you came back.” He fingered the items on the mantel to avoid looking at her. “Your parents would have given their permission, God rest them, for you to marry me when you were seventeen. They would have allowed you to marry me even though I’m not Atwater’s heir. I had a future with my law practice. I’ve been quite successful.”
Lady Judith delicately stifled a yawn.
“My father is leaving me his small estate, Windhill, north of Hempstead Hall. I am not destitute, Judith. I can give you a good life. Why have you repeated a made up story that detracts from my good reputation? I don’t understand why you would want me to look like a cad, or worse. You loved me ... once.”
“You don’t understand? Please, Robert. You’re the second son …”
“I’ve already told you about my inheritance. I am not a poor man.”
“Ahh, yes your lovely little estate in the country. But you’re still Lord Robert are you not? I am, presently, Lady Judith, and I’ve told you I want to move up in society. I want to be firmly enmeshed with the ton. Not skirting around the outside. And I will move up, Robert. I will marry for position. It’s perfectly acceptable. Why, our parents indulged in it, did they not?”
Robert’s head was spinning at the implications of her words. “You want to move up? ... No, you cannot be planning what I think you’re planning. You want to gain the affection of an heir apparent? And it doesn’t matter who he is? You asked me to wait for you. Judith, do you hear me? You cannot.”
“I cannot what, dear Robert?” Her smile was vapid, showing no emotion. Her once extraordinary green eyes appeared dull and unfocused. Robert wondered if she’d taken laudanum. She was much unlike herself.
“Answer me. Is what Lord James told me the truth?” Lord Robert turned back to the fireplace. “Have you intentionally sullied my good name?”
“And what, pray tell, did the Marquess tell you?”
“Judith, listen to me.” Robert glanced over his shoulder at her, his fingers still moving the objects on the mantle to and fro. “If what my brother told me is true, if you’ve begun this sordid story about me ... it will ruin me. My word will have no merit in anyone’s eyes. How could you have betrayed me this way? Why have you told everyone, lied to everyone, about me? Why did you say I left an agreement that was never made? You didn’t want to be tied to me. But you didn’t want to lose me, either. So I waited for you. You stopped writing to me and still, I remained faithful to you. I don’t understand why you wish to hurt me.”
Lady Judith sighed. “Dear Robert, I do not want to hurt you. However, I want to be a Marchioness. And then, I plan to be a Duchess. And, thankfully, I don’t have to look too far to do it. But, your dear brother would not even look at me if I were engaged to you.”
Lord Robert’s lungs deflated forcefully. “You’re going after my brother? Judith! If I had known how, how conniving you’ve become, I would never have come here today. I’m quite shocked.”
Lady Judith shrugged and said nothing. Robert turned from the mantel, and they stared at each other, both waiting for the other to look away. Robert broke the gaze, straightened up, and without another word, strode from the room.
He went out the way he’d come in. Through the area. Then he walked the short way down the mews to Brooks’s where the familiar games room beckoned. Instead, he went to the smoking room, spied a corner sofa, and headed for it.
A familiar voice came to his ear. “Well, if it isn’t the notorious Lord Robert Weston.”
Robert turned to find Lord Tom Radcliffe reclining in an overstuffed chair, cigar in hand.
“Tom, you’ve heard the news I take it?”
“Yes. Lady Judith made sure that everyone who’s anyone heard. Not to say I’m anyone, mind you, but I rub elbows with greatness.”
Lord Robert grinned. “Greatness? Really, My Lord?” He dropped down on the sofa and signalled to the barman. A tray bearing two brandies was soon balanced in front of them, and each took his glass.
“Now. What is really going on here, Robert? Your cousin was beside herself yesterday. That’s what I was told by my man this morning. He got it from one of the kitchen maids.”
“You don’t believe it, do you?” Robert interrupted.
“No, no. Of course I don’t believe it. Any of it. I know how you’ve pined for Judith these last two years, Robert. And then to find out she’s back, and then this lie. Do you think she’s gone insane?”
“Honestly, I don’t know what to think.”
“Have you seen her?” Lord Thomas examined the candlelight through his brandy.
“I have. She said she wants to be a Marchioness. After that, her plan is to be a Duchess. As she put it, she doesn’t have to look far to achieve her desires.”
Tom’s face fell. “You don’t think she’s decided to go after anyone in your immediate circle, do you?”
“She most certainly has. She’s decided to seduce my brother. It’s as if she’s meticulously planned an elaborate charade. She acted as if she barely knew me, Tom.”
“Robert, I didn’t know it’s as bad as that.”
“It is. It’s every bit as bad as that.”
Tom sighed. “Oh dear. Everyone believes Lady Judith, it’s true. The ton has nothing but sympathy for her. She lost her mother while travelling and then returns only to be discarded by her betrothed? It’s rather brilliant if you’ll forgive my saying. If you think she planned it, she did a wonderful job. My question is why. Why come up with a story like that to achieve the plan?”
“I wish I knew the answer, Tom. Maybe it’s the only way she could think of to break ties with me. If she’d only told me she wanted to be free from our love.” Robert shook his head. “As it is, Dan is probably out back waiting for me. I don’t want to be seen, of course. I knew I took a chance coming here, but I needed your perspective. Thank you, friend.”
“You never need thank me. And remember, My Lord, I’m a lawyer. I’ll do everything in my power to remind the gossip mongers they don’t know all the facts of the case. Your scandals cannot outdo our Regent’s. That would be treason, would it not?”
Lord Robert embraced his friend, patting him on the back, “Thank you, Tom.” He was gone from the room in the wink of an eye, out the back door of the club, and then across the mews in three long strides.
Dan was there ready to take Robert to Hempstead Hall. Robert gestured for him to stay on the bench, and then hopped into the carriage. He knocked on the ceiling, and they started off in the direction of the country manor.
At the last intersection before the bridge, Lord Robert leaned forward a little to better see the river. A lovely pink bonnet sporting a white plume caught his attention. Beneath the bonnet two large blue eyes, surrounded by wisps of corn silk curls, gazed at him placidly. The lovely lady waited to cross the cobbled road assisted by her manservant.
He was startled at her complete poise and quiet amidst the ruckus of the city. She smiled at him, and he slid back into the depths of the carriage, feeling a curious sensation in his chest.
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After three months at Hempstead, the scandal in London must have died down somewhat. Lord Thomas had said it was safe to return after two months. Robert waited another week then headed back to the city.
He boarded the plain, black carriage with no crest on the door. Dan was waiting up top on the box. Robert knocked on the ceiling of the compartment, and they were on their way.
He felt ready to face whatever awaited him in London. He couldn’t hide forever. He refused to. The people who really knew him knew not to believe the lies Lady Judith had told, and according to Tom, continued to tell ... repeating the defamatory statements at every luncheon, tea, and outing she was invited to.
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