by Anne Ashley
Robina salved her conscience by telling herself that it was not a complete lie, and fortunately the Dowager seemed to accept the explanation readily enough.
'A great many, I shouldn't wonder. Certainly the Carlton House set, one of whom, as you probably know, is none other than my son's particular friend, Montague Merrell. We'll ask Daniel who is likely to be paying a visit to the town, should we? No doubt he'll enlighten us.'
This, however, he seemed unable, or disinclined, to do, when they joined him a few minutes later in a private parlour. He merely shrugged, saying, 'You know I'm not one of the Regent's cronies, Mama. And I cannot say that I'm in the least interested in who'll be trailing after him this summer.'
'For a young man who has been considered one of the ton's most fashionable members all his adult life, you display precious little interest in what goes on in polite society,' his mother remarked, casting an approving glance over the delicious fare awaiting her on the table.
Daniel was not slow to observe the rapacious gleam in those dark eyes, and obliged her by pulling out one of the chairs. As far as he could recall his mother had always been blessed with a healthy appetite. Which was no very bad thing, he didn't suppose, so long as one did not permit food to become a ruling passion.
He had not been slow to note, either, that Miss Perceval had not opened that immensely kissable mouth of hers since entering the room; had noticed too that she appeared increasingly ill-at-ease in his company these days. A decidedly sorry state of affairs which must be rectified without delay!
'Permit me to help you to a slice or two of chicken, Miss Perceval.' He did so without offering her the opportunity to refuse. 'You must be hungry after spending so many hours in a carriage. Travelling any great distance often makes one feel peckish.'
'It certainly has that effect on me,' the Dowager put in.
'That goes without saying, Mama.'
'Rude boy!' she admonished good-humouredly. 'Your dear papa did not beat you enough when you were a child.'
Daniel noticed that sweet, spontaneous smile, hurriedly suppressed, at the foolish banter, and was fairly sure that it would be no hard matter to restore the delectable Robina to her former composed state. Perhaps it might even be possible to achieve a closer bond between them before the day was out, he decided, swiftly setting himself a new goal.
'I dare say you are right, Mama. However, permit me to point out that there is a delicious game pie lurking by your right elbow which appears to have escaped your notice.'
'Thank you, my dear.' A flicker of a knowing smile hovered around her ladyship's mouth, clearly betraying to her son that she knew precisely what he was about. It appeared to be having the required effect too, for their guest began to help herself to the various tempting dishes on offer without the least prompting.
'I must say, my dear boy, you have surpassed yourself. This is a most marvellous repast you have ordered, catering for all tastes.'
'Nothing whatever to do with me,' he surprised them both by admitting. 'If you wish to express your appreciation, then thank Kendall. He was the one who bespoke this late luncheon to be served in a private parlour when he arranged for the stabling of my greys here two days ago.'
'Have we very much farther to travel, my lord?' Robina enquired, deciding that it was high time she added something to the conversation.
'There's about an hour's journey ahead of us, certainly no more. My latest acquisitions will accomplish it easily.'
'You are delighted with your greys, are you not, my son?'
'Exceedingly, ma'am!' he concurred, looking extremely pleased with himself. 'It was very gratifying to pip no less a personage than a duke to the post in purchasing them. I was reliably informed that Sharnbrook was more than a little interested,' he informed them in response to their enquiring glances, 'but he delayed too long. Possibly had more important things on his mind, like his engagement to Miss Perceval's friend, for instance.'
'Now that rather insignificant affair surprised me,' her ladyship remarked. 'I do not understand at all why they held such a small party at Sharnbrook to celebrate the event. After all, the Duke is reputed to be one of the richest men in England. It's not as if he couldn't afford a large affair. Your friend's papa too, Robina, is held to be very plump in the pocket, so I fail to understand why the engagement wasn't celebrated more lavishly.'
'It was what Sophia and Benedict both wanted,' Robina divulged. 'I know it was only a small party, but it was a most enjoyable occasion none the less.'
'I'm all in favour of keeping these highly personal celebrations as small and informal as possible,' his lordship announced, surprising his mother somewhat. 'I could almost feel guilty now at depriving Sharnbrook of those superb greys. I should imagine we have much in common. Just because one happens to be comfortably circumstanced does not mean that one needs to make a vulgar display of the fact.'
'You do surprise me, my son. You insisted that half the county be invited to the party celebrating your engagement to Clarissa.'
The Dowager had spoken without thinking, and cursed herself silently for every kind of a fool. She had rarely mentioned her late daughter-in-law's name when in public, and never in front of the young woman who now sat silently at the table and who appeared totally absorbed in devouring the food on her plate.
'Very true, Mama,' his lordship responded, swiftly breaking the ensuing silence, and betraying no visible signs of distress at touching on such a poignant subject. 'But a person's taste can change over the years. 'I would at one time never have considered driving myself above a few miles in an open carriage, but have very much enjoyed the experiences of this day.'
His dark eyes flickered momentarily in Robina's direction. 'Perhaps I can persuade you, Miss Perceval, to bear me company for what remains of the journey. You might find travelling in the fresh air a more pleasurable way of completing the journey. Added to which, it will permit her ladyship to close her eyes, as is her custom in the afternoons, without appearing rude.'
Robina hesitated, but only for a moment. There was no earthly way that she was going to be able to avoid his lordship's company for any appreciable lengths of time during the forthcoming weeks, so she might as well be sensible and accustom herself to his presence at the outset.
'Yes, my lord, I think a spell in the fresh air would be most welcome.' She cast him a smile which somehow managed to display both a hint of shyness and a touch of roguery. 'I might end looking slightly windswept, but at least I hope I shall avoid resembling some demented hen.'
His deep rumble of appreciative laughter succeeded in putting her at her ease to such an extent that when, a short while later, she Was seated beside him in the curricle, she was more than content to be in his company, and not in the least nervous over placing her well-being in the hands of a man who had, reputedly through the dangerous tooling of a carriage, succeeded in killing his beloved wife.
It was only, after happily following the comfortable vehicle containing his mother for a mile or so, when his lordship unexpectedly turned off the main post road and on to a much narrower lane, bringing the spirited greys to a halt beneath the shade of some roadside trees, that she began to experience those stabs of blind panic which had plagued her from time to time during recent days. '
'Miss Perceval, I had a particular reason for wishing you to bear me company for the remainder of the journey,' he announced, staring straight ahead down the deserted road, while with little effort, it seemed, masterfully controlling his spirited horses. 'If my mother performs her duties as your chaperon conscientiously, there ought not to be too many occasions when we find ourselves quite alone together, and there is something I particularly wished to say to you before we embark on what I hope will be a most enjoyable stay for us both in Brighton.'
If Robina had not felt as if she were being slowly throttled she would quite happily have betrayed her feelings by giving vent to a loud and protracted groan. She had forced herself to come to terms with the fact that sooner or later th
e subject of a marriage between them would be raised, but she had hoped that the occasion would arise later rather than sooner, thereby permitting her to enjoy a brief period in Brighton without encumbrance. His lordship began speaking again, and she forced herself to listen.
'We both know why our respective mothers wished us to spend the summer together. They are both hoping that I shall—to resort to the modern-day vulgar parlance—come up to scratch. Well, let me assure you, Miss Perceval, that at this present moment in time I have not the slightest intention of making you an offer of marriage.'
Turning his head, Daniel discovered a look of such utter bewilderment on her sweet face that he was forced to exert every ounce of control he possessed not to take her into his arms and totally confound her by kissing her breathless.
'You look slightly stunned, Miss Perceval.' An understatement if ever there was one. The poor girl looked as if she were about to swoon! 'I'm sorry if my plain speaking has offended you.'
'Er—no, not at all, sir,' she responded so softly that he had a little difficulty in catching the words.
'But I think we would rub along much more comfortably if we cleared up one or two matters at the outset.' Again he was forced to exert the utmost control, only this time to stop himself from laughing.
She was regarding him much as defenceless rabbit might a snake which was about to strike for a second time. 'I think you must realise, Miss Perceval, that I have grown quite partial to your company during our time in London. I should like to think that we have become... friends.'
'Er—yes,' she responded guardedly.
'And as such, I think we can be honest with each other without causing offence.'
'It—er—would be nice to think we could, certainly,' she agreed, in a voice that was growing progressively stronger, though remaining slightly wary at the same time.
'As you may have gathered by now, my darling mother, together with most of my friends, has decided that it is high time I consider a second marriage.'
No response was forthcoming this time, so he continued undeterred. 'It seems that most are in agreement that you would make me the ideal wife.'
Again there was no response.
'They may possibly be correct, but I reserve the right to decide for myself. Just as I believe that you deserve the chance to make up your mind about me, without the least pressure being brought to bear upon you. That could be difficult in the present circumstances, with a certain person watching our every move, waiting with bated breath for us to announce our betrothal, unless we both work together to turn the situation in which we now find ourselves to our mutual advantage.'
She appeared merely bewildered now as she said, 'And how do you propose that we do that, my lord?'
'Simply by just being ourselves, and doing precisely what we wish to do. It would be foolish to attempt to avoid one another, as we'll be residing in the same house, don't you agree?'
'Most assuredly.'
'So what I suggest is that we keep the world guessing by being seen in each other's company quite frequently, while at the same time not denying ourselves the pleasure of other people's.' He continued to hold her full attention. 'Then, if by the end of the summer, when we have come to know each other a good deal better, we both decide that we should suit, all well and good, and if not...'
He reached for one of her hands and felt those slender, tapering fingers momentarily tremble in his clasp. 'Either way, child, I want the decision to be ours, yours and mine. Not your mother's, or mine, or anyone else's, understand?'
It took a monumental effort, but Robina forced herself to meet his concerned and kindly gaze, and made a rather startling discovery. His eyes were not just a deep, warm brown but were flecked rather attractively with gold.
'Yes, my lord, I do understand... And—and thank you,' she said softly, blissfully ignorant of the fact that it had cost him dearly to suggest what he had, that the last thing in the world he had wanted was to release her from any obligations she might feel to marry him.
'For what, silly child?' His expressive brows rose. 'For suggesting something that will benefit us both? Well, if you wish to show your appreciation, you can kindly stop calling me my lord. My name is Daniel.'
'Oh, I couldn't possibly address you like that, sir!' She was genuinely shocked. 'Mama would never approve.'
'I'm not particularly interested whether she would or not,' he returned bluntly. 'You'll be residing under my roof for the next few weeks, my girl, so you'll do what I tell you, especially if you know what's good for you.'
She gave an uncertain laugh. By repute he was a kind-hearted, considerate man, and yet some inner feminine wisdom warned her that there might be a less agreeable side to him if he was ever crossed. She had already discovered that he was not afraid to speak his mind, and couldn't help wondering what other interesting facets to his character would emerge before this day was out.
'Very well, little bird, we'll compromise. When in private I insist you call me Daniel, and when in public you may call me what ever you like...' white teeth flashed in a playful smile '...providing it is polite, of course.'
Giving the little hand a last reassuring squeeze, Daniel turned his attention back to the greys. 'We had better catch up with my darling mama, otherwise she might imagine we've eloped.'
'Oh, how excessively romantic!' Robina exclaimed without thinking, and then turned a glowing crimson when she discovered herself on the receiving end of a startled glance.
'Excessively uncomfortable, I would have thought,' he contradicted, slowing his team down as they approached a busy little village, 'especially if undertaken in an equipage such as this one, and it should come on to rain.'
'People in love would not consider such a mundane thing as the weather, if they were considering running away together,' she pointed out, rather enjoying his teasing banter, and liking too the way his eyes were brightened by that wickedly provocative glint.
'I should,' he argued, 'but then I'm a practical sort of person, not given to mad starts. Besides which, having attained the great age of almost six-and-thirty, I enjoy my creature comforts and am far too old to go careering about the country. So I can tell you now, I shall never consider eloping with you.'
'In that case, I think you were very wise to have second thoughts about making me an offer,' she informed him quite deliberately, knowing that even half an hour ago she would never have considered saying such a thing to him. Now, however, she felt as if a very close friendship was on the verge of springing up between them. 'It is quite evident to me at least that we would not have suited. I should very much like a gentleman to go careering about the country with me.'
'I never said that I had had second thoughts about making you an offer, my girl,' he corrected. 'I merely said— What the devil!'
For a moment Robina was startled, then she saw it too—a great brute of a man beating a donkey with a stout stick, and very much appearing as if he was enjoying the exercise, while a woman, with two children frantically clutching at the folds of her skirts, was alternately shouting and pleading with him to stop.
Without a second thought Robina accepted the reins Daniel tossed into her hands, and then watched him stalk across the road. Easily capturing the stick, he proceeded to lay it about the bully's shoulders before calmly knocking him to the ground with one superbly aimed blow to the jaw.
She was a little too far away to hear clearly what was being said, but a great deal of gesticulating, and swearing, she suspected, especially on the part of the felled bully, followed as Daniel calmly took something from inside his right boot. A moment later the pile of pots and pans which had been tied to the donkey's back fell to the ground with a clatter, and a further heated altercation between the man and the woman ensued, before Daniel stepped into the breach once again.
Robina was only vaguely aware of what followed, for her attention was taken up with calming the greys, which had taken exception to the noise of the pots and pans clattering on the road. By the time s
he had them well under control again, the unkempt rogue was trudging off up the village street, carrying his wares on his own back, the two children, no longer sobbing, were leading the donkey into a paddock, and Daniel was accompanying the woman into a charming thatched cottage.
He reappeared a few minutes later, the woman at his heels this time, desperately striving to keep up with his long-striding gait, while attempting to offer her grateful thanks.
'Not at all, my good woman. Only too pleased to be of assistance,' Robina heard him say, before he doffed his hat, and came hurriedly across the road towards her.
'My dear girl, I cannot apologise enough!' There was an unmistakable flicker of concern in his eyes as he clambered up on the seat and relieved her of the reins. 'What on earth must you think of me, deserting you in such a fashion! I sincerely trust you weren't too nervous at being left in charge of the greys?'
'Not at all,' she assured him. 'I frequently tool Papa's one-horse gig when at home.' She caught the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, but didn't attempt to enquire precisely what he had found so amusing, and merely asked for an account of what had taken place.
'You saw what happened, I am ashamed to say, but there was little I could do to avoid your witnessing that unfortunate encounter.' He gave the greys the office to start, once again handling the spirited pair with effortless ease. 'I am not accounted a violent man, and yet I would be the first to admit that I have an almost pathological hatred for persons who inflict needless cruelty. It wasn't sufficient for that oaf to pass by the gate of the donkey's former, caring owners each day, he must needs stop to torment those children further by abusing a creature they both love, and had looked upon as a pet.'
'How dreadful! I'm very glad we happened along. And now the donkey, I assume, has been restored to its former owners.'
'Not quite.' His smile was decidedly rueful. 'He now belongs to me. I decided, all things considered, that it would be for the best.'