Reluctant Widow

by Georgette Heyer

  ‘It’s here, if Francis has not drunk it all!’ Nicky said.

  ‘Then pour some into a glass,’ Carlyon said, lowering his burden on to the sofa, but keeping one arm under Elinor’s shoulders.

  Nicky hastened to place a glass into his imperatively outstretched hand. He put it to Elinor’s lips, carefully supporting her head, and said: ‘Try to swallow this, ma’am! You will feel very much better if you do.’

  Her eyes, blurred at first, began to grow clearer; she looked up in a dazed way into his face, and whispered: ‘My head! Oh, my head!’

  He obliged her to drink some of the brandy. She choked over it, but it revived her. She was trembling convulsively, and one of her hands clutched his wrist. ‘Something struck me!’ she said hoarsely. ‘Oh, I am glad you have come! Do not leave me!’

  ‘No, certainly I shall not leave you,’ he responded. ‘But you will do better to be quiet for a little while. There is nothing to alarm you now.’ He laid her down on the cushions as he spoke, and she cried out as her head came to rest on them.

  ‘By God, someone did hit her on the head!’ Nicky exclaimed. ‘Cousin Elinor, who was it?’

  She was lying with closed eyes, and a hand pressed to her brow. ‘I don’t know. I heard a noise. Then something struck me. I don’t know any more.’

  ‘For heaven’s sake!’ said Francis, in a shrill voice, ‘will no one go out to make sure that somebody is not lurking in the garden? How can you be so inconsiderate, Nicholas? Have you no regard for the nerves of others less insensible than yourself? If you will not go, then Crawley must do so, but tell him to arm himself with my sword-stick, for it would be a shocking thing if he were to be injured by some ruffian! I cannot bear to have strangers about me, and if he were to be incapacitated I should be obliged to do so.’

  ‘Well, I will go out to look, but you may depend upon it there is no one there,’ Nicky said. ‘If there was ever someone he will have made off long since!’

  ‘Go and see,’ said Carlyon. He nodded to Mrs Barrow, who had brought in a bowl of water, and some strips of old linen. ‘Thank you, Mrs Barrow: that is all.’ He waited until she had left the room, and then bent over Elinor again. ‘Where does it pain you?’

  She had turned her head sideways on the pillow, and now moved her hand cautiously to the back of it, just above the neck. Her own touch made her wince; she opened her eyes, saying: ‘Oh, I have such a bruise! I can feel the bump already!’

  ‘Will you let me raise you, so that it may be attended to?’ he said, slipping his arm under her shoulders again.

  She bore it mutely, but her senses seemed to swim, and she was obliged to lean her brow against his arm. Miss Beccles was already soaking a cold compress, and would have laid it to the back of her head had not Carlyon taken it out of her hand, and gently applied it to the bruise. Elinor sighed with relief, and murmured: ‘Thank you. You are very good.’

  ‘If someone would call Crawley to me again, I will desire him to mix a glass of hartshorn and water,’ said Francis. ‘Two glasses, for I think I should take a little myself. My hand is shaking dreadfully still, and I feel quite unwell. The thought of this horrid violence, following, as it does, the shock I have already sustained, has been too much for me. If it were not that I do trust I was able to be of some slight assistance to Mrs Cheviot, I should be almost inclined to wish that I had not left my room. But I thought it right to make the effort, and so I did. The windows in my room fit very ill: there is a shocking draught, and no good could come of my remaining there.’

  ‘Take a little more brandy, Mrs Cheviot,’ Carlyon said, picking up the glass again, and wholly disregarding Francis’s remarks.

  ‘Oh, I had rather not!’ she begged.

  ‘Yes, I dare say, but it will do you good. Come!’

  She lifted a wavering hand to take the glass, and sipped a little, murmuring between sips: ‘I am sure my skull is cracked!’

  ‘I am even more sure that it is not,’ he replied. ‘You are feeling very dizzy, and I dare say your head aches sadly, but it is only a bruise.’

  ‘I might have guessed you would be odiously unfeeling.’

  ‘Certainly you might, for you know I have not the least sensibility. Come, you are better already! You begin to talk more like yourself.’

  ‘If my head did not swim so there is a deal I have stored up to say to you! You have used me abominably!’

  ‘You shall tell me in what way I have done so presently,’ he replied, in a soothing tone.

  ‘I warned you that I should very likely be found murdered in my bed!’

  ‘Very true, but you have not been so found, and I cannot suppose it probable that you will be.’

  ‘I am sure,’ said Francis, rising, and tottering to the table, ‘I am happy to hear you speak so confidently, Carlyon, but I cannot share your sanguine persuasions! When I reflect that this, according to what I have been told, is the second time some ruffian has broken into this house, and committed a brutal act of violence, I wonder that you should remain so cool! I envy you your happy disposition, upon my word, I do!’ he refilled his glass, and had just raised it to his lips when Nicky came back into the room.

  ‘What, still recruiting your strength?’ Nicky said scornfully. ‘You may be easy! There is no one in the garden, and Bouncer is not come back. How do you do now, Cousin Elinor? Do you feel more the thing?’

  ‘Oh, yes, thank you! I am better. There is not the least need for you to hold that pad to my head, my lord, for I can very well do it myself.’

  ‘My love, let me wet it again, and then I will fashion a bandage to hold it in place,’ said Miss Beccles, who had been hovering anxiously behind the sofa.

  ‘Cousin Elinor, was that window open when you were struck down?’ demanded Nicky.

  ‘Oh, no! That is, I have no recollection that it was. The wind was blowing in at this side of the house, and I am sure I must have noticed. Why, did you find it open?’

  ‘Yes, wide open, and the curtain partly torn down!’

  She gave a nervous start, and looked fearfully towards the window. ‘Do not say so! Did someone escape through it? But how did he come in? I heard nothing, until a board, as I thought, creaked just behind me. Becky, you shut the door when you left me, did you not? Surely I must have heard it if anyone had opened it!’

  ‘Oh, no, my love!’ said Miss Beccles, tenderly binding the pad in position again. ‘I wonder you should not have noticed that I had been rubbing soap on the hinges! It squeaked so horridly, you remember, but there is nothing like soap to cure a creaking door!’

  ‘Has anyone thought to see if anything of value is missing from the house?’ enquired Francis. ‘I do not wish to appear to be putting myself too much forward, but it does seem to me – However, if it does not strike you as being of consequence, pray do not allow any suggestion of mine to weigh with you!’

  As nobody was paying the least heed to him, this recommendation seemed unnecessary. Nicky was frowning portentously over thoughts of his own; Miss Beccles was busy tying a knot to her bandage; the sufferer lay with closed eyes; and Carlyon stood beside the sofa, looking down at her.

  It was Nicky who broke the silence. ‘I do not see how it can have happened!’ he announced suddenly.

  ‘I dare say I imagined the whole,’ murmured Elinor.

  ‘Well, I mean I do not see why anyone should hit you on the head, cousin. What were you doing?’

  ‘Nothing,’ she replied wearily. ‘I had been writing a letter, which I laid by in the hope that Lord Carlyon might frank it for me.’

  ‘I will certainly do so, but do not tease yourself now, Mrs Cheviot.’

  ‘Yes, but there’s no sense in it!’ persisted Nicky. His eye alighted on the folded inventory, still lying on the hearthrug. He instantly pounced on it. ‘What’s this? Six pairs linen sheets, monogrammed, in good order. Four ditto slightly darned –’


  ‘It is only the inventory of all the linen, which Becky had just given to me. I must have had it in my hand, but I do not precisely remember. I had gone over to the mantelpiece, to try whether I could not wind up the clock, but it is locked, and I think – yes, I am sure – that I picked up the inventory again, meaning to put it safely by, when all at once something struck me such a blow!’

  Nicky was about to say something, his eyes sparkling with excitement, when he caught Carlyon’s level gaze, and subsided, flushing up to the roots of his hair in a very conscience-stricken way. His embarrassment was short-lived, however, for Barrow just then looked into the room to announce, with his customary lack of ceremony, that the doctor’s gig was coming up the drive.

  Carlyon’s brows rose in slight surprise, but he said: ‘He is very welcome. Desire him to come in here, Barrow!’

  ‘Why, yes, certainly!’ said Francis. ‘I shall be only too glad to subordinate my claims to Mrs Cheviot’s, but you must know that he is coming to see me, my dear Carlyon. I caught one of my putrid sore throats at poor Eustace’s funeral: I was sadly afraid I should do so, for there was a dreadfully sharp wind blowing, and I should not at all wonder at it if the damp came through my boots while we stood round that depressing grave. I have scarcely closed my eyes all night, I assure you, for the least thing is so apt to bring on my tic, and you know that I have had a great deal to bear. And now this brutal shock, coming hard upon the distressing news of my poor dear Louis! But I should not like to be thought selfish, and certainly the worthy doctor – I dare say an old-fashioned person, but he may at all events be able to make me up a paregoric draught that will not quite poison me – certainly he shall first come to Mrs Cheviot.’

  By the time he had reached the end of this self-sacrificing speech, the doctor was already in the room, and bowing to Carlyon. Francis waved a languid hand towards the sofa, and said: ‘You will be so good as to attend to Mrs Cheviot, sir, before you come up to my room. I shall leave you, now, ma’am, in the fervent hope that you will soon find yourself greatly amended. Ah, Barrow, send Crawley to me, if you please! I shall need his arm to help me up the stairs. Indeed, I cannot imagine why he is not at hand. How callous! It is beyond everything!’

  The doctor stared after him in blank bewilderment, and then turned his eyes towards Nicky, in a look of enquiry.

  ‘Ay, that’s the fellow you have to hustle out of this house,’ said Nicky frankly.

  Carlyon interposed, saying quietly: ‘You are come just when you are wanted, Greenlaw. Mrs Cheviot has suffered a fall, and has bruised her head painfully. Pray do what you can to render her more comfortable! I’ll leave you, ma’am, for the present.’

  She opened her eyes at that. ‘Lord Carlyon, if you leave this house before I have had the opportunity of speaking to you, it will be the most monstrous thing ever I heard of, or had thought possible – even in you!’ she declared roundly.

  ‘I have no intention of doing so, Mrs Cheviot. I will return when Greenlaw has done what he may for you. Come, Nicky!’

  Nicky allowed himself to be led from the room. He was plainly bursting with something he wanted to say, and could hardly wait until he had dragged his brother into the parlour, and firmly shut the door, before he exclaimed: ‘Ned! I see it all! You were right!’

  ‘Was I? In what way?’

  ‘Why, in saying Francis was dangerous, to be sure! For nothing could be plainer! At first, I did not see why he should have done such a thing, but as soon as I found that inventory I had bubbled him! Lord, and you was only just in time to stop me blurting out what I was suspecting! I was so much surprised, you know, I did not consider what I was about. But I fancy there was no harm done!’

  ‘No, none at all. In fact – But go on, Nicky!’

  ‘I am as certain as that I stand here that it was Francis who struck Cousin Elinor down! I don’t know how such a puny fellow can have contrived to do it, but –’

  ‘I fancy he may have used the paperweight from the desk.’

  ‘What, you knew, then?’

  ‘No, but I could see no other implement that might have been snatched up when he entered the room.’

  ‘Good God, did you think to look? It did not enter my head, as it chances, but I dare say it might have presently. But only listen, Ned! you do not know the whole!’

  ‘I am listening. I collect already, of course, that you were got rid of by sending you in search of the doctor.’

  ‘Yes, I was – except that that was my own thought, but I dare say he would have found another way if I had let the groom go. I expect he hoped I might be the one to go, when he said he must have Greenlaw sent for. But the thing is, Ned, he gave it out he was a great deal too sick to leave his room, and had Mrs Barrow make him arrowroot jelly, and would only take gruel for his breakfast – such stuff! And then, no sooner am I out of the way, and Bouncer gone off hunting – though that was the sheerest good fortune, now I come to think of it, but perhaps he hoped I should take Bouncer with me – in any event, there we were, both of us disposed of, and the women likely to be busy about the house, in the way they are at that hour, though I’m sure I don’t know what they can find to be doing for ever, and so down comes Master Francis, on the chance of finding no one about. He goes softly into the book-room, and what does he see?’

  ‘Mrs Cheviot, with just such a document as he is looking for in her hand.’

  ‘Exactly so! He must have supposed her to have come upon it suddenly, perhaps in the desk, in a secret drawer I thought might have been there. And at all costs he was bound to seize it from her, you know, and so he struck her down. Jupiter! I’d give a monkey only to have been able to see his face when he found it was only a list of some rubbishy sheets and towels! And I have made it out in my mind, Ned, that it must have been then that I came into the hall, and set up a shout for Cousin Elinor. He must have guessed I should go straight to the book-room, and so he had no time to make his escape, but flung open the window instead, and created all that havoc, only to make us think someone had jumped out into the garden, and scattered a lot of snowdrops all over Cousin Elinor, and –’

  ‘Did he do so? It seems a trifle premature,’ Carlyon said dryly.

  ‘Eh? Oh, I see!’ Nicky said, with a laugh. ‘No, but he splashed the water from the bowl on her face so that I should suppose him to be doing what he could to restore her. Not that I did think it, for I hope I am not such a gudgeon as that! But what if it had been that document, Ned, and I had not chanced to have come in just then?’

  ‘I imagine he would have retired to his bed again,’ said Carlyon.

  ‘I suppose he might,’ conceded Nicky. ‘And I suppose we might not have set it down at his door. Not but what – However, it don’t signify for he is no better off than he was! But what will he do next?’

  ‘What indeed?’

  ‘Ned, have you some notion in your head?’ Nicky asked suspiciously.

  ‘I have a great many notions in my head.’

  ‘No, I won’t have you baiting me! It is a great deal too serious!’

  ‘So it is, and there, I fancy, is Greenlaw, coming from the book-room. You had better take him up to Francis’s room,’ Carlyon said, going towards the door.

  ‘Ned! if you don’t tell me, it will be quite shameful of you! You always know everything!’

  ‘Yes, Nicky, but you think I know everything because I never tell you anything I am not quite certain of,’ Carlyon replied, looking back at him with his faint smile. ‘What a sad blow it would be to my vanity if you found I could be just as easily mistaken as anyone else! You must let me keep my own counsel until I am certain. And now I must go back to Mrs Cheviot.’

  Seventeen

  Mrs Cheviot was found to be sufficiently recovered to be able to sit up. A rather more professional bandage encircled her head, and she was distastefully sipping an evil-looking mixture. She managed to achieve
a wan smile at sight of Carlyon, but she was still pale, and evidently a good deal shaken. But some of her liveliness of mind seemed to have been restored, for Carlyon had not advanced two paces into the room when she observed in a dispassionate tone: ‘I have been recalling how you told me I might rest assured no disagreeable consequences would result from my marriage to your cousin. I wish you will tell me, my lord, what you deem a disagreeable consequence?’

  He smiled. ‘Did I say that?’

  ‘With some other untrue things. Indeed, you as good as told me you were rescuing me from all the horrors of Mrs Macclesfield’s establishment, to set me up in peace and prosperity for the rest of my days. I was never so taken in!’

  ‘I wonder why your mind runs so continually on Mrs Macclesfield?’ he said.

  ‘Oh! One is apt, you know, to think wistfully upon what might have been!’

  ‘My love!’ interrupted Miss Beccles anxiously, ‘will you not come upstairs, and lie down upon your bed, as good Doctor Greenlaw advised you to do? I know you have the headache, and he has given you that draught to make you sleep, remember!’

  ‘Yes, dear Becky, I will come, but not all the draughts in the world could bring sleep to me until I have had the opportunity to speak with his lordship. Do you go, and desire Mary to put a hot brick in my bed, and I will join you presently!’

  Miss Beccles looked undecided, but Carlyon interposed to assure her that he should send Mrs Cheviot upstairs within a few minutes; so after placing the smelling-salts within reach, and begging Elinor not to forget to finish her draught, she flitted away.

  ‘Well, Mrs Cheviot?’ Carlyon said, walking over to the fire, and stooping to warm his hands at it. ‘You have had rather a disagreeable experience, I am afraid, and I am persuaded you blame me for it.’