by Devil's Cub
‘Oh, that’s it, is it?’ he said. ‘Are you piqued that I liked Sophia better? Never heed it, my dear; I’ve forgotten the wench already.’
‘My lord,’ she said desperately, ‘indeed I am not what you think me!’
He burst into one of his wild laughs, and she realised that in this mood she could make no impression on him.
He was advancing towards her. She brought her right hand from behind her, and levelled the pistol. ‘Stand where you are!’ she said. ‘If you come one step nearer I shall shoot you down.’
He stopped short. ‘Where did you get that thing?’ he demanded.
‘Out of your coach,’ she answered.
‘Is it loaded?’
‘I don’t know,’ said Miss Challoner, incurably truthful.
He began to laugh again, and walked forward. ‘Shoot then,’ he invited, ‘and we shall know. For I’m coming several steps nearer, my lady.’
Miss Challoner saw that he meant it, shut her eyes and resolutely pulled the trigger. There was a deafening report and the Marquis went staggering back. He recovered in a moment. ‘It was loaded,’ he said coolly.
Miss Challoner’s eyes flew open. She saw that Vidal was feeling his left arm above the elbow, and to her dismay she watched a red stain grow upon his sleeve. She dropped the pistol, and her hand went up to her cheek. ‘Oh, what have I done?’ she cried. ‘Have I hurt you very badly?’
He was laughing again, but quite differently now, as though he were really amused. ‘You’ve hurt old Plançon’s wall more than you’ve hurt me,’ he answered.
M. Plançon himself burst into the room at this moment, his eyes fairly starting from his head. A flood of questions broke from him, accompanied by much excited gesticulation. My lord disposed of him summarily enough. ‘Calm yourself, my friend. Madame merely wished to assure herself that my pistol was in order.’
‘But milor’, in my hôtel! My beautiful salle he is spoiled! Ah, mon Dieu, but regard me that hole in the wall!’
‘Put it down on the shot, you old villain, and remove your fat carcase from my sight,’ said his lordship. He saw his steward behind the agitated landlord. ‘Fletcher, take the fool away.’
‘Certainly, my lord,’ said Fletcher impassively, and drew M. Plançon out of the room.
Miss Challoner said guiltily: ‘Oh dear, I am sorry! I did not know it would make such a stir.’
Vidal’s eyes began to twinkle. ‘You’ve spoiled his beautiful salle, and you’ve spoiled my no less beautiful coat.’
‘I know,’ said Miss Challoner, hanging her head. ‘But, after all, it was your fault,’ she said with spirit. ‘You told me to do it.’
‘I may have told you to do it, but I can’t say I thought that you would,’ replied his lordship.
‘You shouldn’t have come any nearer,’ she said severely.
‘Obviously,’ he agreed. He began to strip off his coat. ‘I make you my compliments. I know of only one other woman who would have had the courage to pull that trigger.’
‘Who is she?’ inquired Miss Challoner.
‘My mother. Come and bind up your handiwork. I’m spoiling old Plançon’s carpet.’
Miss Challoner came promptly and took the handkerchief he held out to her. ‘Are you sure it is not serious?’ she asked anxiously. ‘It bleeds dreadfully.’
‘Quite sure. I observe that the sight of blood don’t turn you queasy.’
‘I am not such a fool, sir.’ Miss Challoner began to roll up his sleeve. ‘I fear the lace is ruined, my lord. Am I hurting you?’
‘Not at all,’ said Vidal politely.
Miss Challoner made a pad of her own handkerchief, and bound the wound up tightly with my lord’s.
‘Thank you,’ he said when this operation was over. ‘Now if you will help me to put on my coat again, we will talk.’
‘Do you think you had better put it on?’ asked Miss Challoner doubtfully. ‘Perhaps it may start to bleed again.’
‘My good girl, it’s the veriest scratch!’ said Vidal.
‘I was afraid I had killed you,’ confided Miss Challoner.
He grinned. ‘You’re not a good enough shot, my dear.’ He struggled into his coat, and then pulled a chair to the fire. ‘Sit down,’ he said. She hesitated and he drew one of his own pistols from his pocket and gave it to her. ‘Shoot me with that next time,’ he recommended. ‘You’ll find it easier.’
She sat down, but though she smiled, her voice was serious when she answered. ‘If I shoot again, it had better be myself,’ she said.
He leaned forward and took the pistol away from her. ‘In that case, I’ll keep it.’ He looked at her frowningly. ‘You had better explain,’ he said abruptly. ‘I’ve a notion I was right in my first reading of your character.’
‘What was that, sir?’
‘I thought you were devilish strait-laced.’
She nodded. ‘Yes, my lord,’ she said simply.
‘Then in God’s name, girl, what possessed you to play this hoyden’s trick on me?’
She clasped her hands in her lap. ‘If I tell you, my lord, I fear it will make you very angry.’
‘You can’t make me more angry than you’ve done already,’ he said. ‘I want the truth now. Let me have it, if you please!’
She was silent for a moment, looking into the fire. He sat still, watching her, and presently she said in her quiet way: ‘Sophia thought that she could make you wed her. She is very young and silly. My mother too –’ she coloured painfully – ‘is not very wise. I did not think that you would marry Sophia. I thought that you would try to make her your mistress, and I was afraid for her because – because she behaved – foolishly, and because I knew that you would ruin her.’ She paused, but he said nothing. ‘That letter you sent,’ she went on, ‘was directed to Miss Challoner. I am the elder, you see, and it came to my hand. I knew it was writ by you, but I opened it. Sophia never saw it, my lord.’
‘Then all you told me at Newhaven was a lie?’
Miss Challoner flushed. ‘Yes, sir, it was a lie. I wanted to be sure that you would never want to see Sophia again and it seemed to me that if only I could make you believe that she had tricked you – like you – you would be done with her for ever.’
‘You were right,’ said Vidal grimly.
‘Yes. Only I did not know that you would force me to go instead. I didn’t know I should be obliged to tell you all this. I thought you would let me go at once, and I could travel back to London, and only my mother and Sophia be the wiser. Of course, I see now that I was very foolish. But that is the whole truth, my lord.’
‘Foolish?’ he said. ‘You were mad! Good God, what a damnable muddle!’ He sprang up, and began to pace to and fro. Over his shoulder he threw at her: ‘You little fool, Sophia was never worth the risk you took. You may have saved her from me, but there will be others soon enough.’
‘Oh no,’ she said distressfully. ‘Oh no, my lord!’
‘I tell you, yes. Now what the devil’s to be done to get you out of this coil?’
‘If you would arrange a passage for me on the packet, my lord, I could manage very well,’ she said.
A swift smile lit his eyes. ‘What, dare you brave the sea again?’
‘I must,’ she answered. ‘I daresay it will not be so rough this time.’
The smile died; he shook his head impatiently. ‘No, you can’t do that. There’s no going home now.’
She looked startled. ‘Where else can I go? I must go home.’
‘You can’t,’ he repeated. ‘Do you realise you’ve been in my company since yesterday? My poor girl, it’s you who are ruined, not Sophia.’
She said placidly: ‘But I am not ruined. I can think of some tale to tell that will satisfy people.’
He gave a short laugh. ‘Once it’s known you were aboard my yacht, no one will believe you innocent, my dear,’ he said.
‘But no one need –’ She stopped, remembering the note she had left for her mother.
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sp; He read her thought. ‘Left a letter, did you? Of course you did! What woman ever did not?’
She felt abashed, and said nothing. He came back to the fireplace, and stood scowling down at her. ‘Let’s finish this bout with buttons off,’ he said. ‘I don’t care to make mistakes. The fault may be mine, but what business have you with a mother – with a sister such as Sophia?’
‘Sir,’ said Miss Challoner, giving him a very straight look, ‘I don’t design to be thought above mamma or Sophia.’
‘Design!’ he said scornfully. ‘You are above them. They – but I don’t wish to offend you more than I have done.’
Miss Challoner said with composure: ‘You have insulted me in every conceivable way, sir, so pray do not boggle at plain speaking now. I assure you I shall hear you with equanimity.’
‘Very well,’ said his lordship, cold as ice. ‘Then I shall take leave to inform you, ma’am, that the manners of your parent and sister are neither those of persons of Quality, nor those of virtuous females. You, upon the other hand, are apparently both virtuous and gently bred. And,’ continued his lordship with a flash of anger, ‘it is not my custom to abduct respectable young females.’
‘I did not want you to abduct me,’ Miss Challoner pointed out. ‘I am very sorry for your mistake, and I fear that my own conduct may have been partially to blame.’
‘Your conduct,’ said the Marquis crushingly, ‘was damnable! The manners you assumed at Newhaven were those of the veriest trollop; your whole escapade was rash, wanton, and ill-judged. If I had used my riding whip to school you as I promised you would have had no more than your just desserts.’
Miss Challoner sat very straight in her chair, and looked steadfastly down into her lap. ‘I could not think of any other way to keep Sophia safe from you,’ she said in a small voice. ‘Of course, I see now that it was madness.’ She swallowed something in her throat. ‘I never thought that you would take me instead.’
‘You are a little fool,’ replied the Marquis irritably.
‘I may be a little fool,’ retorted Miss Challoner, plucking up spirit, ‘but at least I meant it for the best. While as for you, my lord, you meant nothing but wicked mischief right from the start. You tried to ruin Sophia, and when I would not let you, you ruined me instead.’
‘Acquit me,’ said his lordship coldly. ‘I don’t ruin persons of your quality.’
‘If you call me a respectable young female again, my lord, you will induce a fit of the vapours in me,’ interrupted Miss Challoner with asperity. ‘If you had discovered my respectability earlier, it would have been the better for both of us.’
‘It would indeed,’ he agreed.
Miss Challoner hunted for her handkerchief, and blew her little nose defiantly. It was a prosaic action. In her place Sophia would have made play with wet eyelashes. Further, Sophia would never have permitted herself to sniff. Miss Challoner undoubtedly sniffed. Lord Vidal, whom feminine tears would have left unmoved, was touched. He dropped his hand on her shoulder, and said in a softer voice: ‘You’ve no need to cry, my dear. I told you I don’t ruin ladies of your quality.’
She said, with a challenging gleam in her eye: ‘I am rather tired or I would assure you I should not indulge in a weakness I despise.’
‘Egad, I believe you wouldn’t,’ said his lordship.
Miss Challoner put the handkerchief away. ‘If you know what I must do next, I wish you would tell me, sir.’
‘There’s only one thing you can do,’ said his lordship. ‘You must marry me.’
The inn parlour spun round before Miss Challoner’s eyes. She shut them, unable to bear a sight so reminiscent of all she had undergone aboard the Albatross. ‘What?’ she said faintly.
Vidal raised his brows. ‘You seem amazed,’ he said.
‘I am amazed,’ replied Miss Challoner, venturing to open her eyes again.
‘You have a remarkably pretty notion of my character, ma’am,’ he said ironically.
Miss Challoner rose from her chair, and curtsied. ‘You are extremely obliging, my lord, but I must humbly decline the honour of becoming your wife.’
‘You will marry me,’ said his lordship, ‘if I have to force you to the altar.’
She blinked at him. ‘Are you mad, sir? You cannot possibly wish to marry me.’
‘Of course I don’t wish to marry you!’ he said impatiently. ‘I scarcely know you. But I play my cards in accordance with the rules. I have a number of vices, but abducting innocent damsels and casting them adrift on the world is not one of them. Pray have a little sense, ma’am! You eloped with me, leaving word of it with your mother; if I let you go you could not reach your home again until tomorrow night at the earliest. By that time – if I know your mother and sister at all – the whole of your acquaintance will be apprised of your conduct. Your reputation will be so smirched not a soul will receive you. And this, ma’am, is to go down to my account! I tell you plainly, I’ve no mind to become an object of infamy.’
Miss Challoner pressed a hand to her forehead. ‘Am I to marry you to save my face, or yours?’ she demanded.
‘Both,’ replied his lordship.
She looked doubtfully at him for a moment. ‘My lord, I fear I am too tired to think very clearly,’ she sighed.
‘You’d best go to bed,’ he said. He put his hand on her shoulder, and held her away from him, looking down at her. She met his gaze frankly, wondering what he would say next. He surprised her yet again. ‘Don’t look so worn, my dear; it’s the devil of a coil, but I won’t let it harm you. Good night.’
Unaccountable tears stung her eyelids. She stepped back, and dropped a curtsey. ‘Thank you,’ she said shakily. ‘Good night, my lord.’
Eight
Miss Challoner had pleaded fatigue, but it was long before she slept. Her desperate problem leered at her half through the night, and it was not until she had reached some sort of decision that she could achieve slumber.
She was so shocked to realise that for a few breathless moments she had forgotten Sophia in a brief vision of herself wedded to his lordship. ‘So that’s the truth, is it?’ said Miss Challoner severely to herself. ‘You are in love with him, and you’ve known it for weeks.’
But it was not a notorious Marquis with whom she had fallen in love; it was with the wild, sulky, unmanageable boy that she saw behind the rake.
‘I could manage him,’ she sighed. ‘Oh, but I could!’
She did not permit herself to indulge in this dream for long. Marriage, on all counts, was out of the question. He did not give the snap of his fingers for her; he must marry, when the time came, some demure damsel of his own degree; and – the greatest bar of all – she could not steal a bridegroom from under Sophia’s nose.
Having disposed thus of his lordship, Miss Challoner set herself resolutely to think of her own future. Vidal had shown her the impossibility of a return to Bloomsbury; it would be equally impossible to seek shelter with her grandfather. After pondering somewhat drearily upon this sudden isolation, she dried her eyes, and tried to think of an asylum. At the end of two hours, being a female of considerable strength of mind, she decided that her wisest course would be to remain in France, to assume a new name, and to try to obtain a post as governess in a respectable French household.
She began, eventually, to compose a letter to her mother, and in the middle of a phrase which had become strangely involved, she fell asleep.
She partook of chocolate and a roll in bed next morning, and when she at length came downstairs to the private parlour, she was met by the discreet Fletcher, who informed her, not without a note of severity in his voice, that his lordship’s arm had broken out bleeding again in the night, and looked this morning uncommon nasty. His lordship was still abed, but meant to travel.
‘Has a surgeon been sent for?’ inquired Miss Challoner, feeling like a murderess.
‘His lordship will not have a surgeon, madam,’ said Fletcher. ‘It is the opinion of Mr Timms, his lordship’s vale
t, and myself, that he should see one.’
‘Then pray go and fetch one,’ said Miss Challoner briskly.
Fletcher shook his head. ‘I daren’t take it upon myself, ma’am.’
‘I don’t ask you to,’ Miss Challoner replied. ‘Have the goodness to do as I bid you.’
‘I beg pardon, madam, but in the event of his lordship desiring to know who sent for the surgeon – ?’
‘You will tell the truth, of course,’ said Miss Challoner. ‘Where is his lordship’s bedchamber?’
Fletcher eyed her with dawning respect. ‘If you will allow me to show you, madam,’ he said, and led the way upstairs.
He went ahead of her into the room. Miss Challoner heard Vidal say: ‘Oh, let her come in!’ and awaited no further invitation. She went in, and when the door had shut behind Fletcher, walked up to the big four-poster bed and said contritely: ‘I did hurt you. Indeed, I am sorry, my lord.’
Vidal was sitting up in bed, propped by pillows; his eyes looked a little feverish, and his cheeks were flushed.
‘Don’t apologise,’ he said. ‘You did very well for a beginner. I regret receiving you like this. I hoped you’d sleep later. Will you be ready to set forward at noon?’
‘No, I fear I shall not,’ she answered. ‘We will stay where we are for to-day.’ She picked up a pillow from the floor, and arranged it carefully under Vidal’s injured arm. ‘Is that more comfortable, sir?’
‘Perfectly, I thank you. But whether you are ready, or not, we start for Paris today.’
She smiled lovingly at him. ‘It’s my turn to play the tyrant, sir. You will stay in bed.’
‘You are mistaken; I shall do no such thing.’
He sounded cross; she wanted to take his face between her hands and kiss away his ill-humour. ‘No, sir, I am not mistaken.’
‘May I ask, ma’am, how you propose to keep me a-bed?’
‘Why yes, I have only to remove your clothes,’ Miss Challoner pointed out.
‘Very wifely,’ he commented.
She winced a little at that, but said without a tremor: ‘I have sent your man for a surgeon. Pray do not blame him.’