“Charles can show you around Mr. Watson. Elizabeth will be busy all day.” he said, fixing George with a cold look.
“Do you make a habit of monopolising your ward, my Lord?” Miranda asked with some asperity, joining the group.
“Only when I think it is necessary, and for her own good. I flatter myself that I can usually offer good advice. My ward and I did not agree when we first met, but she has come to appreciate my counsel,” came the droll response.
Elizabeth felt the corners of her mouth twitch, but managed to suppress her smile. “I shall make myself available for you, my Lord.”
Chapter 14
The business with Charles and Michael was a welcome relief to Elizabeth. George had fawned over her throughout breakfast, and she made her escape as soon as the gentlemen arrived. They retired to the library with Elizabeth looking more strained than she usually did, but she greeted Michael and Charles warmly. They worked through what needed to be done, and then Elizabeth ordered refreshments to be served in the library. Usually they would retire to the drawing room, but today Elizabeth could not face her guests, and was reassured by Michael and Charles telling her that staying in the library was more than acceptable. Charles left them after they had finished their refreshments to show George around the estate as Michael had instructed the previous evening.
“I have no doubt he will show little interest in what Charles has to say.” Michael said when Charles left.
“True, but at least I won’t have to look over my shoulder for the next few hours.” Elizabeth shuddered.
Elizabeth visited some of her tenants in the afternoon with Miss Fairfield, each appreciating the escape from Miranda and Herbert. “You cannot avoid them all the time.” Miss Fairfield pointed out as Elizabeth begged her to return by the less direct route.
“I know, but I can try!” Elizabeth laughed. “Why did I send for my things? If I hadn’t been so sentimental they would not have known where I was.” she said soberly.
“I fear their motivation was such that the request for your clothes just made it easier for them. They did have the details of Lord Dunham’s address,” Miss Fairfield replied consolingly. “You just made yourself more convenient to reach; a journey to Yorkshire is easier than a journey to London.”
“Martha, I have the sudden urge to buy a property in Kent!” Elizabeth said with such feeling, that it made the two women laugh.
*
The evening meal was another trial for Elizabeth. She had dressed in her cream silk, the memories of the first ball coming back to her, and more importantly, her first dances with Michael. She felt as if she was well dressed again but Miranda took exception to it as soon as she walked through the door.
“Elizabeth, surely a woman of your age is beyond wearing the colours of a debutante?” Miranda asked with her usual sneer, as she looked Elizabeth up and down.
Elizabeth’s skin crawled under the scrutiny, and the lump in her stomach grew, as it always did when she felt worthless. She was determined to respond in such a way that Miranda would never know that she had scored a hit. “It was my first season in London Miranda, so many would say I am a debutante.” she said, calmer than she felt.
“Yes, but you are hardly just out of the school room are you?” Miranda retorted.
“I am hardly an old maid!” Elizabeth said with feeling.
“Yes, but colours reflect the age of the person, and the colour you are wearing is definitely more suitable for a young debutante.”
“Looks like it’s back to the purple and orange.” Michael said with a raised eyebrow at Elizabeth.
Elizabeth laughed, “And I thought those days were over.” she smiled, grateful for the interruption.
Miranda did not look pleased at not understanding the joke, and turned to bring George into the conversation. “My brother has been wishing to dance with you Elizabeth, are there any assemblies around here?”
Elizabeth hoped this was a sign that Miranda was getting bored and might leave sooner than expected. “Not that I know of, and the needs of the estate have been taking all of my time; there will be time enough for dancing when the land is cleared, and being farmed effectively.”
“In that case, Miss Rufford, would you oblige me in a dance this evening, if Miss Fairfield would play the piano?” George said walking over to Elizabeth and taking her hand in his.
Elizabeth slowly, but firmly removed her hand from his grasp. “I am sorry sir; I do not care to make a spectacle of myself in such a small gathering.” she responded, her tone cool.
Anger flashed over George’s face, but he soon schooled it into a more pleasant expression and bowed. “Maybe another time then?”
“Perhaps.” Elizabeth responded, without conviction.
At the dinner table, the guests were seated as they had been the previous evening, and Elizabeth resigned herself to another uncomfortable evening with Mr. Watson. She sighed quietly; at least she had had most of the day away from her unwelcome guests.
“Your property shows potential.” George said as they ate.
“I think so.” Elizabeth responded without her usual sparkle.
“Herbert and Miranda could benefit from your assistance in running a property, they do not have your drive.” George said, leaning in a little too close for Elizabeth’s comfort.
“They made it quite clear they were happy to take over the property when they encouraged me to visit my guardian.” Elizabeth said, trying to be diplomatic, although her teeth were grinding.
“Yes, but don’t you think that sometimes the reality of a situation is different to what you imagined? You must have found that here, surely you did not expect to have to undertake quite so much work?”
“It can be different to what was expected,” Elizabeth acknowledged. “But here, I had the advantage of the advice of Mr Anderton and Lord Dunham.”
“Ah yes, your attentive guardian and his trusty man of business.” George said with a sneer that reminded Elizabeth so much of Miranda, that she disliked him even more.
“Do you have a problem with my guardian?” she asked primly.
“I think he takes his role too seriously. Perhaps his is the offer that you are considering?” George asked inappropriately.
“My guardian has made me no such offer and I would ask you change the subject. Nor do I think it any of your affair, sir!” Elizabeth replied, no longer forcing a smile to her face. The impertinence of the man! His words had stirred feelings of longing that she could not allow to take hold, or her evening would become all the worse.
George apologised. “I did not mean any harm.” He insisted. “I am guilty of being a protective brother, please forgive my indiscretion.”
“I do not take your meaning.” Elizabeth puzzled.
“I know Miranda and Herbert are struggling with their estate, and sadly, I am not in a position to help them, but you could. I am trying to understand why you would not wish to help your only living relatives when they have provided a home for you for three years, free of charge.” George said quietly, but his tone was accusing.
Elizabeth flushed with anger. “I worked hard every day for those three years Mr. Watson, I more than earned my keep. That estate was in profit when I ran it, no matter what the accusations have been since.”
“Don’t upset yourself, as I said, I am just being a protective brother, looking out for my sister,” George soothed. “Siblings would do anything for one another when needed, my dear Miss Rufford. Anything.”
*
After the household had retired, no one heard George entering his sister’s bedchamber. Herbert was already seated in the chair in front of the fire, his usual pained expression firmly in place.
“Well?” Miranda demanded as soon as George locked the door.
“There is no altering her opinion, she will never give you the money willingly.” George said with a snarl, all of his simpering smiles gone.
“Have you found out who she is thinking of marrying? Is it Dunham?” M
iranda spat.
“She denies it, but probably wouldn’t admit it even if it was. I think she is telling the truth about there being an offer though. Does it matter who it is from?” George reasoned.
“No, but if it is Dunham, they could marry here. If it is someone else, that at least that gives us more time,” Miranda mused. “Who would marry that oddity?”
“She has money and has some attraction. I wouldn’t want to marry her, but I wouldn’t mind finding out a little more about what lies underneath those expensive dresses!” George leered.
“You need to make her want to marry you,” Miranda said impatiently. “A marriage with you is the only solution to this situation.”
George laughed derisively, “She won’t marry me. Have you seen the way she looks at me? I would like to take her down a peg or two though.”
“Well if she won’t marry you willingly, she will have to be compromised.” Miranda said firmly.
“D-do you think that’s wise, with Lord Dunham’s protection?” Herbert asked tentatively. “He is a Lord of the Realm after all.”
“Have you any other ideas?” Miranda snapped at her husband. When she continued to stare at him, he seemed to shrink down into the chair and just shook his head. “I thought not. Just keep your conscience to yourself, we need her money. Neither of you can think of a better idea, so it looks as if this plan is our only option doesn’t it?”
“Well I’m up for a bit of compromising,” George said, rubbing his hands together. “What’s the plan dear sister?”
“The problem is Lord Dunham,” Miranda said thoughtfully. “We need to make sure he isn’t on hand to save her.” Miranda’s eyes glittered as she thought through ideas that would bring about the downfall of the high and mighty Elizabeth Rufford.
Chapter 15
When she could delay him no longer Charles took his leave and left Elizabeth and Michael alone. “How long do your guests stay?” Michael asked, relaxing back into his chair. It had been a productive morning. He had quickly come to the conclusion that the three of them worked extremely well together.
“Miranda is being vague. I have mentioned we shall be returning to town soon, but she seems reluctant to give me specifics,” Elizabeth replied with a sigh. “I do hope they do not become regular visitors when I move here permanently.”
“Why does Miranda affect you so much? You disregard so much of society’s opinions, I am surprised she has such an effect on you.” Michael asked, but his tone was gentle.
Elizabeth paused, “I don’t know why, but she can make me feel like the most inadequate person who was ever created with one look. I have never aspired to be a beauty. I’ve never had the time or inclination to give in to vanity, but I always feel like the clumsiest, ugliest person that ever lived when Miranda is anywhere near. I am no match for her blond haired beauty, but for some reason she has to treat me as if I am the dirt underneath her shoe. Give me a roomful of burly farmers and tenants anytime. I also don’t trust her, I can’t tell you why but she has always made me wary.”
“Your assessment of her I would agree with. She has a spiteful character and is definitely the driving force behind her marriage. She also appears to rule her brother, whose motive for being here I am not totally sure of, although I am convinced that a match between the two of you is their aim.”
“Yes, I thought as much too,” Elizabeth groaned. “I do attract the most wonderful suitors, don’t I?”
Michael paused with an unreadable expression on his face. “I need you to promise me something Elizabeth.” His tone was serious.
“If I can.” Elizabeth smiled.
“Be careful around Miranda, but even more so with George. There is something not quite right about his behaviour. I don’t like it, and although I don’t think they would harm you, I would not like to put it to the test. I think that if there is no mention of them leaving in a few days, we will make a move back to Town ourselves and force them to leave. I don’t want you to spend too much time in their company.”
“As much as I love being here, I knew we would have to return to London at some point. With the arrival of my relatives in Yorkshire, even London is becoming more appealing.” Elizabeth replied.
“Things must be serious!” Michael grinned.
*
At every possible chance that arose Miranda tried to engineer opportunities to ensure that Elizabeth and George could be alone. Everyone else, apart from Herbert was working against her, but Elizabeth still felt as if she was being hunted by George. She felt forced to mention that she would be returning to London before the next week was out. She finally admitted defeat and braced herself for going back to the rounds of parties and entertainments. Her estate would have to wait. One consolation was that Charles had assured her that he had traced Mr Lawson, and he would be arriving soon. He had been delighted to be asked to come and work for his old mistress. Elizabeth was sorry that she would not be there to welcome the staff member she had been so fond of, but Charles assured her that he would stay as long as was needed. Elizabeth wrote Mr Lawson a long letter, apologising for her cousin’s behaviour and emphasising his welcome to her new home.
On the day before Elizabeth, Miss Fairfield and Michael were due to leave, she finally began to relax. She had never thought she would look forward to going back to London, but she had missed Violet, and would enjoy not being constantly hounded by George. Michael had hardly left her side over the last few days, but it had put a strain on his temper, and she could tell he wished himself miles away from Yorkshire. Elizabeth was saddened that he felt that way about what was to become her new home, but she did not want to acknowledge that his good opinion was so important to her.
She left the stables after ensuring that everything was in order for the following day’s journey, and walked back around to the house, thinking to herself with a smile that her decision to wear a dress instead of breeches had been a mistake. Her new staff had been more surprised to see her this morning than they had all the other mornings she had been there. Her decision had been made to try and help to direct her thoughts more towards London again, but she inwardly muttered to herself about the impracticalities of such clothing as she examined the hem, already showing signs of dirt, against the pale lemon material.
She was in the process of shaking out her hem when she saw George walking down the steps and turning towards her, waving to attract her attention. Her usual inward groan was masked by a smile and curtsey as they approached each other.
“Ah Miss Rufford, just who I was looking for,” George bowed. “I was also hoping to see Lord Dunham.”
“He is not here at the moment, I am expecting him in around two hours.” Elizabeth explained.
“Excellent, excellent. I would like to speak to you both together, but in the meantime would you do me the honour of joining me in a small drink?”
Elizabeth was reluctant to spend any time in George’s company, even without Michael’s warning in her ears. “I was hoping to finish a few things off before Lord Dunham arrived, as there is still a lot to do before we leave for London.” she explained, hoping she did not sound too rude.
“I do understand, but for me it is an attempt at an apology, and I would prefer to be private with you, if you wouldn’t mind.” George indicated that they should move to the house and Elizabeth reluctantly complied. He led her to the deserted drawing room. George made the usual excessive show of seating her in a chair while promising her a special drink.
“It is an old recipe of my mother’s, and I hope you will like it. I will even give you the secret recipe as part of my apology.” George took a hip flask out of his pocket and poured two small glasses of clear liquid.
“Thank you, but there is really no need,” Elizabeth was as uncomfortable in his presence as usual. She took the glass offered and took a sip, the drink was slightly bitter, but not unpleasantly so. “What do you feel you need to apologise to me for Mr Watson? Surely it should be me apologising to you for cutting your stay
short.”
“Yes, that was a little unexpected, it meant Miranda’s plans had to be brought to a head,” George said sitting opposite Elizabeth. “How is your drink?”
“It’s pleasant thank you. What plans did Miranda have? I wasn’t aware of anything.” Elizabeth frowned to herself. Her sister-in-law obviously wanted her money, but apart from that she had not mentioned any plans. If it was her intention was to leave Elizabeth’s home, it could mean that Elizabeth was returning to London when she did not need to. Miranda had been acting a little distant since Elizabeth had announced her return to London, but Elizabeth had no idea she was intending to do anything other than returning to Lancashire. Elizabeth finished the drink and placed the glass on the side table, hoping to draw the meeting to a conclusion as soon as possible.
“Are you sure you weren’t aware? We were all hoping for a match between the two of us, you can’t have been so blind as to not realise what the aim of my visit here was. Your guardian has tried to block every attempt at me achieving my aim, but I’m afraid he has underestimated the determination of my sister and myself.” George said leaning forward. His face seemed to change, the foolish expression disappeared and a more sinister, hard expression emerged. “You have made this all the more difficult for everyone. If you had agreed to give Miranda your money, none of this needed to happen, but now Elizabeth, can I call you Elizabeth? Of course I can, because tomorrow we will be as intimate as two people can be, and you will be begging me and my family to restore your good name.”
“What?” Elizabeth struggled to comprehend what was being said to her. She had heard the words and understood the horror of them, but she was finding it difficult to reply or move. Her body felt like lead and she tried to stand, but could not. “What have you done to me?” She managed to slur, before losing the power of speech.
“Don’t worry, it won’t kill you. You are no use to us dead, but you will be asleep shortly, and we are going on a little journey. When you wake you can prepare yourself for your night with me, it is inevitable, and there will be no escape. I must say I am looking forward to showing you how a man deals with a woman who refuses to submit gracefully.”
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