by Dilly Court
‘We’ve come to take you home and Desmond knows nothing about it,’ Rackham said, in a gentler tone. ‘I’ve borrowed Swafford’s motor and he’ll be mad as hell when he finds out.’
Bella met his eyes and felt a trickle of cold fear run down her spine. ‘There’s something you’re not telling me.’ She turned to Kitty. ‘What is it? What has happened?’
Kitty shot an anxious glance at Rackham. ‘I’m not supposed to say, Ma’am.’
‘We didn’t want to alarm you, Bella,’ Rackham said. ‘But Leonie is unwell.’
Bella’s hands flew to her cheeks. ‘Oh my God!’
‘Miss Lane is looking after her. We both done what we could,’ Kitty said, her bottom lip quivering. ‘But Miss Leonie has been crying for you something terrible and the doctor said it was the measles.’
‘Measles? Oh, no! Why didn’t you tell me that in the first place? We must leave at once.’
Rackham took her by the shoulders, giving her a gentle shake. ‘Keep calm, Bella! As long as the weather doesn’t worsen, we should be able to reach London before nightfall.’
Picking up Bella’s jacket, Kitty ran her hand over it, frowning. ‘This is soaking wet. Where’s your coat, Ma’am?’
‘That’s all I have. My winter clothes are all in Dover Street.’
‘You’ll catch your death of cold if you put this back on,’ Kitty said, shrugging off her own coat. ‘You must wear mine.’
Smiling through her tears, Bella threw her arms around Kitty and hugged her. ‘I’ve missed you, Kitty, you are such a good girl, but I can’t take your coat.’
‘Never mind all that,’ Rackham said, snatching up his own coat and throwing it around Bella’s shoulders. ‘There are mackintoshes and fur travel rugs in the motor. Luckily for us, Swafford is always prepared for the vagaries of the English weather. We’d best get going.’
The journey back to London was a nightmare of skidding and sliding on snow-covered roads, with visibility at times down to just a few yards. However, by the time they reached Romford, the snow had turned to sleet and then to rain.
It was early evening when they reached Dover Street, and Bella was feverish with anxiety. Rackham offered to escort her into the house but she refused, saying it would only make matters worse. He left, somewhat reluctantly, saying he had better return the motor to Lord Swafford, before the chauffeur reported it stolen. It was not until he had gone that Bella realised she had not thanked him. Shrugging off the feeling of guilt, she started up the front steps but Kitty stopped her, suggesting that it might be better to go in unnoticed, using the servants’ entrance.
Florrie opened the door, staring wide-eyed at Bella and bobbing a curtsey.
‘I’ll explain later,’ Kitty said, in a low voice. ‘We have to get to the nursery without being seen.’
Florrie hesitated, glancing nervously over her shoulder. ‘I’ll be in dead trouble if they know it was me that let you in.’
‘No one will know if you’re careful,’ Kitty said, giving her a push towards the main kitchen. ‘You keep Mrs Dixon talking while we take the back stairs.’
On seeing Bella, Maria threw up her hands with a cry of relief. ‘Thank God you’ve come.’
‘How is Leonie? For heaven’s sake tell me the truth.’
‘The doctor left just a few minutes ago. There’s nothing can be done until the fever breaks.’
Throwing off her jacket, Bella ran into the night nursery and scooped Leonie’s hot little body up in her arms. ‘Leonie, my poor baby. Mama is here.’
Leonie moved restlessly in her mother’s arms, moaning and muttering feverishly.
‘She’s been like this for hours,’ Maria said dully. ‘I’ve done the best I could.’
‘I know you have,’ Bella said, gently cradling Leonie. ‘You look exhausted. You should get some rest.’
Maria ran a weary hand across her forehead. ‘I can’t sleep until I know the crisis is over.’
‘What can I do?’ Kitty hovered anxiously in the doorway. ‘There must be something.’
‘Make us some tea,’ Maria said. ‘I’m sure we could all do with some.’
Kitty went into the day nursery and Maria sat down on a chair, closing her eyes. Within minutes her head lolled forward as she fell into an exhausted sleep and Leonie’s feverish cries were calmed as Bella rocked her in her arms, singing a lullaby. But the peace was shattered by the sound of the door to the day nursery being thrown open, followed by Desmond’s harsh voice demanding to know if the doctor had called.
‘Miss Leonie is sleeping, Sir Desmond,’ Kitty replied, her voice rising anxiously. ‘Please don’t wake her.’
‘Keep your place, girl, and don’t you dare to tell me what to do.’
Striding into the room, with Kitty close on his heels, Desmond came to a sudden halt. ‘Bella! How in hell did you get here?’
‘I’m sorry, my lady,’ Kitty cried, her eyes wide with alarm. ‘I did try to stop him.’
Desmond turned on her, his face twisted with contempt. ‘Get out of my house, you little slut.’
Groggy with sleep, Maria staggered to her feet. ‘No need for that sort of talk,’ she said. ‘There’s a sick child in the room.’
‘Be silent,’ Desmond roared. ‘I won’t have a servant speaking to me in that insolent manner.’
‘Keep your voice down, Desmond,’ Bella said, laying Leonie gently in her cot.
Clenching his fists at his sides, Desmond’s face turned an alarming shade of purple. ‘It was Rackham who brought you here, wasn’t it? Your damned lover brought you to my house.’
Rising slowly to her feet, Bella met his furious gaze calmly and, to her surprise, unafraid. He had hurt her physically and tried to destroy her mentally. There was nothing more he could do to her; all she cared about now was her ailing child. ‘It’s your sick mind that makes every man into my lover. But think what you like, Desmond, you’ll not part me from Leonie ever again.’
Gripping her by the shoulders, Desmond forced Bella down onto her knees. ‘You whore! Do you think I would allow my daughter to be brought up by you and that rake?’
The harsh tone of his voice must have reached Leonie even in her feverish state and she started whimpering and thrashing about.
‘Leave her alone,’ Kitty cried, tugging at Desmond’s sleeve. ‘Let her be.’
‘Pick on someone your own size. You’re nothing but a bully.’ Maria tugged at his other arm.
Shaking them off, Desmond pointed a shaking finger at Bella, who had hastily scrambled to her feet. ‘I want you out of this house now and I don’t ever want to see you again.’
Drawing herself up to her full height, Bella found she was trembling uncontrollably but it was with cold, hard anger and not fear. ‘I’m staying with Leonie until she’s well again and you can’t make me leave. Do you want to kill your own child?’
Desmond glanced down at Leonie and for a moment his face softened. ‘No, of course not. Leonie is the only good thing to come out of my misalliance with you, but you’ll leave the moment she is out of danger. I want nothing more to do with you and don’t think you’ll get a penny from me. The law takes a poor view of an unfaithful wife and I’m no longer responsible for you.’
‘You’re well rid of him, Bella,’ Maria said, as the door to the day nursery slammed behind him.
‘Nothing matters except making Leonie well again,’ Bella said, sinking down onto a chair by the cot. ‘But if she recovers, I swear to God, I’ll never be parted from her again.’
All that night and well after daybreak, Bella sat by Leonie’s bed, cooling her fever with wet flannels and singing nursery rhymes and lullabies until she lost her voice. Kitty and Maria took turns at sleeping on the truckle bed, making tea and running to and fro with bowls of cold water to refresh the flannels.
‘Mama, Mama. Wake up.’
Bella jerked upright, realising that she had fallen asleep where she sat. Had Leonie spoken to her, or had it been part of her dream? A small hand
flapped feebly on the counterpane and her heart swelled with joy as she saw Leonie smiling up at her. The feverish flush had vanished and she looked pale, with dark smudges underlining her blue eyes but they were clear and focused. Bella gave a shout of joy and scooped her up in her arms. ‘My baby, my baby.’ Tears ran unchecked down her cheeks but she was laughing and crying all at the same time. ‘Kitty, the crisis is past. Leonie is going to get well again.’
Leaping up from the truckle bed, Kitty flung her arms around Bella. ‘Thank God. Oh, thank God!’
The doctor confirmed Bella’s hope that Leonie was out of danger. He recommended rest, quiet and nourishing food and advised Bella to get some sleep now that the crisis was past. Leaving Kitty and Maria watching over Leonie and, no doubt, pandering to her every whim, Bella went to her room and ran her own bath. She lay, wallowing in the almost forgotten luxury of hot water and scented bath salts. After a long, refreshing soak, she dried herself on thick Egyptian cotton towels.
Wrapped in her lace peignoir, Bella was about to lie down on the bed when Desmond walked unceremoniously into the room. Clutching her wrap to her throat, Bella faced him defiantly. She recognised the gleam of lust in his eyes as they raked across her body, that was barely concealed by a thin layer of Brussels lace but, although she shook inwardly, she was determined that he would not lay a finger on her ever again.
The hot look vanished from his eyes, replaced by a scornful sneer. ‘Don’t worry, my dear. I don’t want tarnished goods. First you seduce my son and then you make a play for your stepdaughter’s fiancé. You’re a bitch on heat and the only fit place for you is back on the streets where I found you.’
‘I’d rather live on the streets than with a brute like you, Desmond, but I won’t leave without my child.’
‘The doctor has convinced me that you should stay here until Leonie is completely recovered. He seems to think that you’re a good mother and that she will be in danger of a relapse if you leave too soon.’
‘I am a good mother. It was you who sent me away. Leonie might not have been so desperately ill if you had let us remain together.’
Desmond shrugged his shoulders. ‘No matter! But let me be plain with you, Bella. I want you out of this house as soon as Leonie is well again. You’ll leave as you came, with just the clothes you stand up in. While you’re here you will confine yourself to these rooms and the nursery suite. And I’d advise you to keep away from Iris. She knows exactly whom to blame for her fiancé jilting her.’
Leonie grew stronger hour by hour, and in a week she was almost completely well, although Bella fretted over the fact that she tired easily and her normally rosy cheeks were pale.
‘It’s nothing that a bit of fresh air won’t cure,’ Maria said, spooning bread and milk into Leonie’s mouth. ‘Speak to Sir Desmond, Bella. Tell him that Leonie should go to the park for the sake of her health.’
Bella pushed her plate away, the cold chicken and salad barely touched. ‘He made it perfectly clear that we’re not to leave the house, or at least, that when I do it will be for the last time. He’s determined to keep Leonie and nothing will change his mind.’
‘And you’re going to put up with that, are you?’ demanded Maria, wiping Leonie’s mouth.
‘Of course not! What do you take me for? We’re getting away from here as soon as I can think of a means, even if I have to sing on street corners.’
‘I never thought I’d say it, but Rackham helped you once and I dare say he’d do it again if you only asked.’
‘Rackham?’ Bella sprang to her feet. ‘I’d die first.’
Despite her brave words, Bella was deeply worried. She was well aware that the servants had been told to watch her every movement, and to report to Desmond if she so much as put a foot on the front doorstep. Time was running out, now that Leonie was well again. At night, when she couldn’t sleep, she paced the floor of her room, making plan after plan and then discarding each one as impossible.
Edward had not replied to her last desperate letter entreating him to persuade Desmond to give her custody of Leonie, and there was no way of knowing whether or not he had even received it. The pain of their parting still stabbed Bella’s heart every time she thought of it, and her body ached with longing. She yearned to feel Edward’s arms around her and his lips, tantalising, teasing and exciting her desire until it was almost impossible to resist. But now he was far away in a foreign land, fighting for his country, and she could not even mention his name in this house, let alone beg for news of him. She had never felt so alone.
In the end Bella came to the painful conclusion that, without outside help, there was no hope of escape and there was only one person whom she could ask. Despise him as she might, Rackham was neither afraid of Desmond nor of public censure. She knew that she had only to swallow her pride and, providing her escape did not interfere with an important card game or a trip to the races, he would be happy to oblige. She had no doubt that Rackham would almost certainly expect her to repay him by becoming his mistress once again, but even that was preferable to the life she had led in the gilded prison of her marriage. If that was the price to pay for escaping with Leonie, then so be it.
Early in the evening on the seventh day after her return from Essex, Bella had just sat down at her escritoire to write a brief note to Rackham when, without knocking, Desmond entered the room. He was dressed for an evening at the opera and he stood for a moment, eyeing her coldly.
‘What do you want?’ demanded Bella, covering the note with her hand.
‘I want you out of this house first thing in the morning,’ Desmond said, tapping his hand with his ebony cane. ‘You will leave quietly and without Leonie.’
‘Never!’ Bella said, leaping to her feet. ‘I’ll never leave my child again.’
Desmond took a roll of notes from his breast pocket and tossed it on the floor at Bella’s feet. ‘That’s the last money that you’ll ever get from me. My lawyers are drawing up the divorce papers and I want you out of my life.’
Bella stared at the crisp, white five-pound notes spilling out onto the thick pile of the Chinese carpet. ‘I don’t want your money, Desmond. I just want my child.’
‘You should have thought about that before you took Rackham as your lover. Leonie is mine and she’ll be brought up to think that her mother is dead. You are dead to me, Bella. You died the moment you attempted to seduce my son.’
‘Your son is worth a million of you, Desmond. I love Edward and he loves me.’
With a howl of rage, Desmond lifted the cane above his head. ‘I’ll kill you for that.’
Chapter Nine
Hearing Bella scream, Kitty burst into the bedroom just in time to see Sir Desmond standing over her with his cane raised above his head.
‘Kill me then,’ Bella cried. ‘For I’ll not leave this house without Leonie.’
‘No!’ Kitty lunged at him but Desmond held her off with one hand, raising the cane higher, his eyes blazing with a wild light that made him look insane.
‘Run, Bella,’ Kitty shouted, struggling to free herself.
Bella stood her ground. ‘I’ll not run away. Strike me down, if you dare, Desmond.’
Shrugging his shoulders, Desmond hurled the cane across the room. ‘You’re not worth hanging for.’ Turning on his heel, he strode from the room.
Kitty ran to help Bella, who was swaying dizzily. ‘Sit quietly and I’ll fetch you a glass of water.’
‘I’m all right, Kitty. I’ve got to think what to do.’
‘He’s a mad brute, my lady,’ Kitty said, chafing Bella’s cold hands. ‘I seen that look in a man’s eyes once and I don’t never want to see it again.’
‘I know what you must have gone through and I know how hard your life has been.’
Angling her head, Kitty looked into Bella’s eyes and recognised genuine sympathy. ‘How could a lady like you know what life is like in Billingsgate?’
‘Believe me, I do. One day I’ll tell you all about it, but f
or the moment I’ve got to think how to get us all out of here. I have to get Leonie to safety and away from my mad husband.’
‘I know where he lives, my lady. The man who would help.’
‘He will want so much in return.’
‘Have you got a better idea?’
‘You’re right, Kitty.’ Jumping to her feet, Bella went over to her escritoire and sat down, taking up a piece of headed writing paper and a pen. ‘This isn’t the time to be squeamish. I want you to take this to Mr Rackham and beg him on your knees if necessary.’
In less than an hour, Kitty and Rackham arrived back in Dover Street in a hackney carriage. Outside the air was green as pea soup and the fog clogged her nostrils, filling her mouth with the taste of soot and sulphur. Rackham waited in the cab while Kitty slipped in through the servants’ entrance, making her way to the nursery where Bella and Maria were waiting, their faces white and strained with anxiety.
‘I found him,’ Kitty said, breathless but exultant. ‘Mr Rackham is waiting outside in a hackney carriage but he says, make haste. It’s a blooming pea-souper out there, and it’s getting thicker by the minute.’
Waking Leonie from her sleep, Bella soothed her crying and dressed her in warm clothes, making pretence that it was all a game; they were going for a carriage ride in the dark, but they must be quiet as little mice. Bella led the way down the main staircase and Maria followed with Leonie in her arms, leaving Kitty to bring the baggage. The entrance hall was deserted, James was having supper in the servants’ hall and there would be little likelihood of visitors arriving uninvited at this time of the night. Having reached the front door safely, Kitty could have cried with relief.
The choking, evil-smelling fog enveloped them as they stepped outside. Kitty could barely make out the shape of a cab on the far side of the street, although she could hear the horse snorting and moving uneasily between the shafts. Confused by the muffled sound of horses’ hooves and the rumble of carriage wheels coming towards them, Kitty hesitated, peering into the smoky haze, uncertain as to which was Rackham’s cab. She called his name and he answered, but the oncoming carriage loomed from the fog, coming to a halt outside the house. Close behind Kitty, Bella gave a cry of alarm as the door opened and Desmond leapt out onto the pavement.