Worth of a Lady (The Marriage Maker Book 1)

by Tarah Scott

  “I’m sorry, Quinn.”

  Quinn shook his head. “Oh, you know I don’t blame you. She only favors you to hurt me.”

  “You sent her the money, I assume?”

  Quinn stared into the fire. “Father would have wanted it.”

  “Aye, he would. Just as he would want you to keep your promise.”

  “Stirling—”

  “We know Dahlia has a nasty disposition,” Stirling cut in. “And, aye, she is the only mother ye knew. But she’s not the only woman you’ve known. Your father’s sister is one of the kindest women to walk this earth. So, forego the threat to join the navy. We both know how badly you would fare. For one, you suffer from seasickness. Second, you would spend all your time in the brig, for refusal to take orders. Your father begged you to marry within the year. That date is two weeks away.”

  Ramsey’s chest constricted with the memory of his father lying in bed, his body a shell of its former strength. “I didn’t agree to that,” he said, then added when Stirling started to reply, “It matters not, I will no’ marry simply to appease a man who no longer lives. He can’t know the difference.”

  “You can,” Stirling said in a soft voice.

  “I won’t marry to satisfy my father—or you,” he said with heat. “I weary of this subject, Stirling. Too many men marry women like Dahlia. I have no desire to be one of them.”

  “You like women well enough,” Stirling said.

  “Aye, they can be pleasant.” He grimaced. “Until they open their mouths.”

  Stirling ducked his head and Quinn felt certain he hid a laugh.

  Stirling rose and stretched. “I must return home. There is a ball two days hence. I shall send you the particulars. You will meet the young lady who is to be your wife.”

  Quinn shot to his feet. “I will not marry.”

  “You did say that if I marry, you will marry. As I said, I am to wed June first.”

  “Nae,” Quinn began, but Stirling shook his head.

  “In this, you will do as I command, for I can do far worse to you than any navy commander.”

  ***

  A rap sounded on Chastity’s bedchambers door. She looked up from the accounts she and Olivia were studying as their father entered.

  “Where are your sisters?” he asked without preamble.

  As if they’d been summoned, Lucy and Jessica entered the sun-bathed room behind him.

  “Good morning, Papa.” Lucy kissed his cheek, then started toward the divan set before the bay window, where Chastity and Lucy sat.

  Jessica passed her father and he said, “Do I not deserve a kiss from my daughter?”

  Jessica sighed and turned back. “Of course.” She rose on tiptoes as he leaned down slightly so that she could kiss his cheek.

  He frowned. “You have grass stains on your dress again.”

  She nodded, then crossed to the chair nearest Chastity and flopped down onto the seat. “I was in the garden. The roses are budding. The tiny buds are so beautiful.”

  He started to remind her that he employed a large staff of gardeners to tend Gledstone’s landscaping, but caught the warning look on Chastity’s face. For all her independent ways, she coddled the girls too much. Still, he had to choose his battles with his eldest daughter. He recalled the teacup she’d hurled at him and couldn’t help a small smile. She had her mother’s auburn hair and the temper to match. The too-familiar pang of loneliness that he’d lived with since the death of Emilia stabbed. He shoved aside the memories and crossed the room. He stopped before reaching the table in front of the divan.

  He clasped his hands behind his back. "We will be entertaining a special guest tonight."

  "Shall I inform Cook?" Chastity asked. “I peeked into the kitchens earlier and saw two deliveries arrive. One of venison and mutton, the other was the fish man with a basket of salmon, two of herring, and a few sacks of mussels and crabs.” She glanced at Olivia. “We were just noting everything in our household ledger. “Cook said she planned to bake tarts and bramble scones today, as well.”

  "Aye.” He smiled. “Tell Cook we shall want a lavish dinner. And—” he flicked his gaze between the four of them “—you are all to be present in your best gowns."

  Chastity frowned. "Our best gowns for one guest?"

  "He is the most important guest we have ever entertained."

  Olivia’s eyes rounded. "Surely, not the Archbishop?"

  "More important."

  “The ghost of Robert the Bruce.” Jessica’s lips quirked as she picked a blade of grass from her skirt. "But as he is probably haunting Bannockburn, who is this very important person?"

  The duke’s gaze rested on Chastity. "Your sister’s future husband."

  "What? Nae—not Lord Hathaway? But you promised. We made a bargain." A bargain he couldn’t possibly keep.

  He nodded. “Aye, we did. And you will live up to your part of it, beginning tonight.” He paused. “Sir Stirling James has accepted your challenge.”

  Olivia’s brow furrowed. “You mean the challenge to…” Her words trailed off.

  “What challenge?” Jessica straightened. “You don’t mean a man has actually agreed to marry us off so that he can marry Chastity?” She looked at her eldest sister, who stared at their father. “You said no one would be fool enough to accept the challenge.”

  “Oh, Papa, you didn’t…” Lucy sank back against her chair.

  “I did. Sir Stirling will secure husbands for you three by the end of May. Then he will marry Chastity.”

  “How is it possible he can find matches for us so soon?” Olivia asked. “We have no gentlemen callers.”

  “I do not want to attend balls,” Jessica snapped. “And I don’t want a husband. Just because Chastity agreed to this plan, doesn’t mean we have to go along with it.”

  “That is where you are wrong, my dear.” The duke locked gazes with his eldest daughter. “Your sister got you into this mess. Now she will get you out. Sir Stirling assures me he can fulfill your terms.”

  Chastity stared. Only ten days had passed since she’d made her outlandish proposal. How had he gotten someone to agree to such a ridiculous scheme—and in so short a time? Fear knotted her belly. Who was the man who had agreed to marry her three sisters to reputable men—the man who wanted her father’s title badly enough to marry her? It wasn’t possible to find three good men for her sisters in a month. The scoundrel could only be planning to marry them to any man who would have them.

  She lifted her chin. “They must be above reproach. I must approve them.”

  The duke shook his head. “Oh no, my girl. You will not renege on your promise by finding fault with every one of your sister’s prospective husbands—or yours, for that matter.”

  “I would never ruin my sisters’ chances at finding suitable husbands,” she shot back. “But neither will I stand by while a fortune hunter foists other fortune hunters onto them in order to obtain your title and lands. And I will not—”

  “You will abide by the terms of our agreement,” he cut in, “or I will marry you by handfasting to Lord Hathaway today. I will not make the same mistake I made in the past, Chastity. This time, you will abide by my commands.” He scowled. “And you will leave the choosing of my daughters’ husbands to me—their father. Do you think me incapable of protecting them?”

  “Papa,” Lucy said in a gentle voice, “I do not think Chastity meant that. She is simply concerned for us.” Lucy offered a smile that suddenly reminded him of their mother. In so many ways, each of their four daughters had inherited something good from her. “Chastity has been our mother for so long, she doesn’t know how to not worry,” Lucy added.

  “It is not her job to worry,” he said. “Thus far, I have managed to keep all of you safe from fortune hunters, and that includes you, Chastity.” His gaze shifted to Lucy. “Lucy, you are the first to marry. Sir Stirling has a match for you.”

  Chastity gasped.

  Jessica leapt to her feet.

>   Olivia said, “Oh my.”

  Lucy sat motionless.

  He said no more, and quit the room.

  Chapter Three

  L ucy’s stomach churned with anxiety. As nervous as she was, she knew Chastity’s agitation was greater. Jessica and Olivia sat near Lucy in the drawing room, but her eldest sister stared out the window at Gledstone’s stone-flagged terrace, gleaming golden in the soft morning light. Beyond that, a broad expanse of emerald-green lawn slanted down to the sparking River Ness.

  “Are you as nervous as I, Chastity?” Lucy asked.

  Chastity turned her gaze to Lucy. “Me? You are the one about to be pawned off on a man you don’t know—by another man we don’t know.”

  “Yes, I must admit that is a bit nerve-racking.” Lucy flicked at her sleeve. She’d anticipated the upcoming season, dancing with men who would consider her for a wife. But the thought of marriage within the month…of being in a man’s bed, was thrilling and frightening at the same time. Lucy returned her attention to Chastity, who once again stared out the window. “You are about to meet the man you will marry, Chastity.”

  “I refuse to go along with this ridiculous scheme,” Jessica said. She resisted an urge to scratch her nose. Lord, the powder her maid had applied to her face made her itch. She leaned back in the chair nearest Chastity. “Papa has gone mad.”

  “I don’t see how you can get out of it,” Olivia said.

  Jessica looked at her in surprise. “Are you saying you want to marry whoever this Sir Stirling chooses for you?”

  “I would like children one day,” she said. “Children require a father.”

  Jessica shuddered. “Children are a nuisance. Can you imagine how they will trample our garden? They might even try to catch the fish in our ponds.”

  “As you did when you were a child?” Lucy said. Jessica shot her a mutinous glare and Lucy laughed. “They would fill Gledstone with laughter—just a we did when we were children.” She covered Olivia’s hand with hers. “You will be a wonderful mother.”

  “Do you really think so?” Olivia asked.

  “I really do. Don’t you agree, Chastity?” Lucy asked.

  Chastity smiled at Olivia. “Of course—and any gentleman would be the luckiest of men to have you.”

  The shadow that too often appeared in Olivia’s eyes vanished. “I would do my best to make him and his children happy.”

  “They will be your children, too, Liv,” Chastity said.

  Olivia smiled gently. “Oh, I know. I hope whoever Sir Stirling chooses for me will allow me to teach them history and mathematics. Do you think that will be possible?”

  Chastity seated herself in the chair near Jessica. “I think it must be a prerequisite.”

  Olivia’s brow furrowed. “Maybe Sir Stirling won’t be able to marry us off.”

  “Why wouldn’t he be able to? You are all desirable women,” Chastity said, though she knew there was much more to marriage than being a desirable woman. The women of the demi monde made careers of being desirable. A wife was a commodity, and bluestockings like her sister were not in demand.

  “We haven’t married thus far,” Olivia said, and Chastity’s heart tightened. Her sister understood too well that she was not what Society deemed a perfect wife.

  “That is only because there has been no one suitable,” Lucy said.

  Olivia flushed and everyone knew she was thinking of young Lord Gregory who she had fallen in love with a year earlier. He would one day be the Earl of Tinsdale and, while he clearly held a tenderness for Olivia, he was determined to marry someone like Chastity, a woman with a title. Olivia had been heartbroken.

  The door opened and their father entered, accompanied by a tall, dark-haired, well-dressed man. He looked at them with eyes that seemed to take them all in at a glance. The duke began the introductions, beginning with Chastity. Sir Stirling’s attention lingered on her for no more than the instant her father said her name, then his attention shifted to Olivia, then Jessica as each was introduced.

  "You have very dark eyes," Jessica said.

  "So I have been told," Sir Stirling murmured with a Scottish burr that told Chastity he wasn’t one of the English newcomers drawn to Inverness in the decades since Culloden.

  Jessica looked him up and down. “He isn’t old like Lord Hathaway, Chastity. His shoulders are much broader, and his stomach isn’t nearly as large.”

  “Jessica,” Olivia and Lucy gasped in unison.

  Embarrassment warmed Chastity’s cheeks when Sir Stirling looked at her, a strange glint in his eyes.

  “You shouldn’t say such things, Jessica,” Lucy said. “It’s very impolite.”

  “Yes, yes, I know,” Jessica replied impatiently. “But it is true, and Chastity should be glad for at least that much.”

  The glint in Sir Stirling’s eyes grew wicked. “Are you glad for at least that much, my lady?” he asked.

  “Your broad shoulders and trim stomach are of no consequence to me,” Chastity said.

  “In time, I hope you will change your mind,” he said.

  The duke cleared his throat. “Sir Stirling, this is my youngest daughter, Lucy."

  Lucy angled her head at him. “Sir.”

  "You're very pretty," he said.

  "How rude," Jessica interjected.

  His gaze shifted back to her. "Why do ye say that?"

  "You said nothing about anyone else being pretty, not even Chastity, who you are supposed to woo.”

  He lifted a brow and looked at Chastity. "Is that what you would call this, Lady Chastity? Wooing?”

  Her mouth thinned. "I would call this extortion."

  "Really?” A corner of his mouth twitched in obvious humor and Lucy lifted a hand to hide a smile. Oh dear, the man was a rogue, and Chastity had no patience for such men. “Your father told me this arrangement was your idea," he said.

  "Only after he threatened her," Jessica said.

  “Jessica, really.” Lucy shook her head.

  Sir Stirling’s brows rose in polite inquiry. "Did he?"

  Jessica nodded. "He said if she didn't marry he would wed her to Lord Hathaway. Lord Hathaway is very old.”

  "Ah…” Sir Stirling nodded. “That is why you mentioned Lord Hathaway earlier. I see. You are right, he is old.”

  "Then you agree it is unfair?" Jessica asked.

  "What? That your father should want to see his daughters safely wed?”

  Jessica shrugged. "We don’t need husbands to care for us. Chastity watches after us.”

  "Perhaps Chastity would like to have a husband of her own," he said.

  Jessica wrinkled her nose. "That's what Lucy said, but we all know Chastity doesn’t want to marry.”

  His gaze returned to Chastity, amusement clear in his eyes. "That is a shame."

  "Don’t make fun of her," Olivia said with more heat than was typical of her.

  Jessica snorted. "He only says it’s a shame because he plans to marry her, come what may."

  "That is enough, Jessica," the duke warned.

  Sir Stirling shook his head. "Nae, do not chasten the lass for speaking the truth."

  Their father shot Jessica a thin-lipped scowl. "A young lady should learn when to be quiet.”

  Sir Stirling laughed. "You are too late to administer that lesson, Your Grace. But never mind. It is best I see your daughters for who they are. That will aid me in choosing their husbands."

  "How can you possibly choose husbands for us?" Lucy asked. "Papa says you have already chosen a man for me. You don’t know me or my sisters.”

  “What must I know about you to find you a husband?”

  Lucy blinked. “I do not know.”

  “You are clearly an intelligent woman,” he said.

  “Well, of course—we all are,” she said. “I suppose that is an important point.”

  He smiled. “Because not all women are intelligent?”

  “Spoken like a man,” Chastity said under her breath.

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sp; He looked at her. “How do I respond to that, my lady? Are all women truly intelligent? Am I at fault for recognizing that you four are well educated?”

  Chastity snorted. “You would dare say nothing to the contrary, for you want us to go along with your matchmaking.”

  “So, it isn’t possible that I can recognize your intellect?”

  “It is more likely you have the cunning to try and charm us.”

  “Is it working?” He smiled.

  Before Chastity could reply, Jessica returned his smile. “I like you well enough. But that doesn’t mean I want to get married.”

  “You should only wed if the man is right for you,” Sir Stirling replied.

  “Chastity has already refused a dozen offers,” Olivia murmured.

  He flashed white teeth. "Chastity need not worry, as she will marry me."

  "Only if you find suitable husbands for us by the end of the month," Olivia pointed out.

  “You are quite right,” he said, and to Chastity’s horror, Olivia blushed.

  "I intend to be very unpleasant,” Jessica said.

  "Of course you do," Sir Stirling said. "I would expect nothing less. What of you, Lady Olivia, do you intend to be troublesome, as well?"

  Olivia’s blush deepened.

  "You are being unkind," Chastity snapped. "Olivia is not contrary. She is simply shy."

  "There is nothing wrong with that," he said, unruffled.

  "Men don't like a woman who is smarter than they are," Jessica said.

  His eyes lit. "Are you smarter than most men?"

  She shook her head. "Of course not. I am referring to Olivia. She understands mathematics and wishes to study engineering. Papa says such pursuits are not womanly."

  "Quite right," the duke interjected.

  Sir Stirling studied Olivia. "You don't want a family, Lady Olivia?"

  "Course she does," Jessica said. "She said so just this morning. Not me. I like to walk in the woods and play with the animals. There’s a den of—”

  "Do be quiet, Jessica," Lucy said.

  "No," Chastity said. “Sir Stirling said he wanted to see us as we truly are.” She locked gazes with him. “Jessica is her own good self. She is plainspoken. That is a quality men care for even less than they care for women who follow the masculine pursuit of engineering.”