“His lordship’s sisters came to see the baby. He’d mentioned it to them, you see, that I’d tried to pretend it was his. I don’t know why he bothered to tell them.”
“Maybe he thought you’d go to them about it and he wanted to warn them not to believe you.”
“Possibly, though I wouldn’t have. They weren’t very nice ladies, either of them, so going to them about anything was unthinkable. Two bitter old maids was what they were. I avoided them whenever they visited.”
“But they came to see your son?”
“Oh, yes, and insisted he was the very image of their brother when he’d been a baby. His lordship was their younger brother, you see, much younger at that, so they’d both been around when he was born.”
“So they acknowledged him as family?”
“Yes.”
“But wasn’t that a good thing?”
“Hell no. They insisted I had to give my son to them to raise. You see, their brother was getting past middle age and had never produced an heir. They’d been frantic that he never would. But I’d supplied the heir. They could stop worrying and nagging him about it.”
“So you just gave him up?”
The tears started again. “They didn’t give me any choice. They were going to claim I’d committed all sorts of crimes and get me imprisoned if I didn’t turn the boy over to them and agree to never see him again.”
“Could they really do that?”
“Oh, yes, very easily. Who’d believe a lowly kitchen maid against two ladies and a lord of the peerage, after all?”
“But why’d they insist you never see him again. You were his mother!”
“Because they didn’t want him to know that. He’s their heir. They’re raising him to be an acceptable member of the ton.”
“Without a mother? Produced him out o’ thin air, did they?”
“Oh, his lordship has a wife. I didn’t know that, or I never would have—well, you know. But I wasn’t the only one who didn’t know. Don’t think most of the staff did, either, she’d moved out so long ago. I assume they didn’t get along well, so she refused to live with him. The sisters had mentioned she’d run crying back to her family.”
“Why didn’t she just divorce him?”
“The gentry don’t do that.”
“But they’re going to claim the child is hers? She agreed to that?”
“The sisters can be very convincing.” And then Claire leaned forward to whisper, “They were going to tell her that their brother would come to live with her again. I gathered she’d agree to anything to avoid that.”
“They told you that?” Danny asked incredulously.
“No, but they discussed it in front of me, how they were going to handle it, as if I weren’t there and hearing every word.”
The invisible phenomenon again. Absolutely amazing, how that worked.
“I take it you weren’t allowed to work there anymore, after that?”
Claire’s lips started trembling again. “No, I had to leave that very day and also swear that I’d never come back or try to see my baby again. He’s going to have a good life, though, the best schooling, the best of everything that money can buy.”
“And to go by what you’ve said, a despicable family as well.”
Claire sighed. “No, actually, they dote on him.”
“How do you know if you never went back?”
“My aunt stayed there a while more, just to see how they treated him. They didn’t know she was my aunt, so she didn’t have to leave when I did. She said they adore the boy, that they’re completely different when they’re around him, like nice people. Even his lordship took to fatherhood well.”
Danny began to understand that “unselfish” remark now. “So you think he’s better off with them?”
“I know he is. What can I offer him, after all, other than the stigma of a bastard?”
Danny knew that stigma wasn’t so bad, at least if one of the parents was noble. Jeremy was proof of that.
“Love?” she suggested.
“He’s getting that aplenty. No, he’s much better off with them. I just—just miss him. The sisters didn’t show up until nearly two months after he was born. I got to have him that long and—and I wish now that I didn’t. It would have been much easier giving him up if I’d never held him, or suckled him, or—”
The tears started in earnest again. Danny felt some of her own gathering. She did hug Claire this time. And she wasn’t pushed away.
After their emotions settled down a little, Danny asked, “Have you thought of doing something different for work? You don’t seem to be too happy with kitchen chores.”
“I don’t mind it so much. I’m just always thinking about my boy.”
“Then have you thought of having more children? That might make it easier to bear.”
“More bastards you mean?”
“No, I was thinking of marriage first.”
Claire snorted. “And who’d have me?”
Danny rolled her eyes. “No one with the way you look and act now. But you have a pretty face, Claire. There’s no need to be hiding it. I’ve a mirror in my room that doesn’t get much use. Why don’t we go and see if we can’t do something with your hair? It’s very ugly the way you wear it in that bun. And is there something wrong with your back that makes you slouch like that?”
Claire blushed and whispered, “No, I just have very large breasts that draw the wrong sort of attention.”
Danny burst out laughing. “I see I’m not the only one who needs some correcting. That sort of attention doesn’t have to be wrong if you handle it right. If your goal is to have more babies, then your priority is to get yourself a husband first, so do yourself up as bait and catch one.”
“I don’t see you taking that approach.”
“I need to better myself before I start looking for a decent husband. I’m doing that here.”
“I wouldn’t call dallying with Malory an improvement, especially if you intend to find a husband for yourself.”
“That’s true, but Malory is a prime exception to anything, if you know what I mean. He’s so bleedin’ handsome it’s purely sinful. I tried to resist him, I really did, but now that I’ve stopped resisting, I’m damned glad I did. He’s the type of man a girl just has to enjoy if she gets the chance to, a once-in-a-lifetime type of man.”
“And it doesn’t bother you that nothing will ever come of it?”
“When I have no expectation of anything other than a good time for a while? I’ll be ending it m’self in a few months, if he doesn’t end it first. I’ll be sorry to see it end, sure, but as long as I know it does have to end sometime soon, I won’t be falling on m’face with surprise when it does.”
“That’s a rather open-minded way of looking at it. Most women would never see it that way, you know.”
Danny laughed. “I ain’t been a woman for that long, Claire, so how would I know, eh?”
“You’re that young?”
“No, I just wore pants that long!”
Chapter 34
JEREMY WASN’T TAKING ANY CHANCES where shackles of the matrimonial type were concerned. He rounded up seven actors and brought them all to his father’s house that day. And he had a stroke of luck. On the way there, he caught sight of one of his old school friends passing by in an open carriage and chased him down.
Andrew, or Andy as his friends called him, Whittleby, Viscount Marlslow, had actually shared a room with Jeremy at one of the colleges he’d attended and had been his cohort in many of the antics that had gotten Jeremy suspended a time or two and, finally, kicked out of yet another school. Andy had proven back then that he could be trusted to keep his mouth shut. That was the main reason Jeremy had lasted longer at that school than the others. Andy had frequently covered for him. He was a good sort, always willing to help a friend out of a muddle.
Of medium height, blond-haired, brown-eyed, Andrew would be considered a Corinthian if he were a little taller. A ha
ndsome chap, he was still a bachelor. He’d retired to the estate that came with his title when he finished his schooling, so Jeremy hadn’t seen him since then. He preferred a hands-on approach to managing his property, loved the outdoors, to go by his deep tan. And he was due to inherit a lot more property as well as titles when his father passed on, but that wouldn’t be for many years. So he was a prime catch. Too bad Emily hadn’t clapped eyes on him first.
After Jeremy explained the situation, Andrew agreed to be one of the liars. Jeremy had had no doubt that he would, splendid sport that he was. He’d even met Emily just a few nights ago and had thought about courting her himself until he’d heard the rumors that Jeremy was.
“Didn’t think I’d stand a chance against you, Jeremy. ’Deed not, so I put those thoughts away. Regrettably, though. She’s a damned fine-looking gel.”
“You’re welcome to her, if you don’t mind that she’s scheming, spoiled, and an adept liar who will apparently resort to any measures to get her way. She decided I was going to be her husband, and when I didn’t pay her the least bit of attention, she began her campaign of rumors that were mild to begin with, but progressed to this latest farce that she’s having my baby, when I’ve barely even spoken to her, much less touched her!”
Andrew seemed amused and explained why, “My mum used to be like that—well, not quite like that, but something of the sort. She’d spin the most entertaining tales for our neighbors, get them aghast, alarmed, on pins and needles, and be sitting back laughing to herself over their gullibility. And they never caught on. She just loved spinning tales.”
“Not quite as damaging, but…I suppose being forewarned would make all the difference. So, you’re still interested in Emily?”
“Oh, most definitely. I’ll wed her if she’ll have me, so I think I can be most convincing in that regard. Think her father will insist I marry her when I insist the babe she’s carrying is mine?”
“Now there’s a thought and just deserts, since that was her plan for me. Mention it to my father. He’ll be handling this particular performance.”
“Oh, I say, I finally get to meet your father? Splendid! Always wanted to, you know. Amazing reputation that man has, unparalleled in the ring, and in duels for that matter, and did you know…
Jeremy listened with half an ear as they continued to his father’s house. He wasn’t hearing anything he didn’t already know about his sire, and the amusing part was, Andrew didn’t know the half of it.
And then he was met with another unexpected stroke of luck. Drew had also volunteered to be one of their liars, and he already had his story lined up. Ironically, it was no more than his usual approach where women were concerned, so for him, it was merely a matter of inserting Emily’s name in the tale. So it merely remained for James to pick a third from one of the actors Jeremy had brought along.
Jeremy was looking forward to the performance that would take place at the Bascombs’, but when he mentioned it, James told him flatly, “You ain’t going along, puppy. Your presence ain’t required and would only give the chit an opportunity to test her own acting skills. The idea here is to surprise her enough that she blunders with her own story.”
Jeremy was forced to accept that, but bloody hell, it wasn’t going to be easy waiting in the wings to find out if the plan would work. But at least Danny could take his mind off it. Indeed, when he was around her, he could barely think of anything else.
It still boggled his mind, the change in her. She enjoyed making love, no doubt about that. Once she got over her objections, it was as if she’d never had any. What bothered him was her approach to their relationship: no ties, no obligations, just mutual enjoyment. It was almost manly how she wanted it handled.
Bloody hell, come to think of it, it was almost identical to his own usual approach with the ladies. But for once, he didn’t want it that way. He would have liked to have Danny a little more committed than she wanted to be—well, actually, a lot more. He would have liked to spend more time with her each day than she was willing to give him, and not just in bed. It was becoming damned frustrating that he couldn’t, that he had to keep their relationship a secret to avoid alienating his other household servants. If she were his mistress, he could spend all the time he wanted with her, could dress her accordingly and take her out to the many places where mistresses were acceptable. But she wasn’t the least bit interested in that, much to his chagrin.
But at least she was there, in his house, accessible, well, for the most part. She wasn’t around though when he got home. And when he finally gave up waiting and went down to her room, he heard female laughter coming from inside telling him she wasn’t alone. Bloody hell. So much for their celebrating tonight. Of course, celebrating was a bit premature, when he wasn’t quite out of the muck yet.
Chapter 35
THE BASCOMB TOWN HOUSE was rather small, but then Lord Bascomb and his lovely wife came to London rarely, and many of the gentry these days were of the new opinion that letting a house sit staffed, but otherwise empty, was a waste of good servants. Of course they wouldn’t admit it was a waste of good coin. That was merely an added bonus of not keeping a town residence. The new trend seemed to lean more toward renting a furnished flat if a trip to London was required, or merely staying in one of the grand hotels if the visit was brief.
Bascomb had business interests in town, which was probably why he kept a town house there. And they were putting it to good use for their daughter’s come-out. And for all that it was small, it was grandly furnished with some exceptionally nice pieces and artwork. The Bascombs were rather rich, after all, just intelligently frugal.
James Malory paid his visit the next morning. He’d sent word the day before that he was coming, so his being kept waiting, and in the small foyer no less, he found rather amusing—for a while.
Albert was at home. The butler had informed James, after letting his master know James had arrived, that Albert was quite busy, so James might wish to return at a more convenient time. James had merely sent the fellow back with the message that he wasn’t leaving.
“Rather rude of him, don’t you think?” Andrew remarked after twenty minutes had passed.
“Probably just an indication that this entire matter has upset him,” Drew suggested.
“I don’t doubt he was upset,” James replied with some annoyance. “Enough to hie off to Haverston and lay it all before my brother Jason.”
“Then perhaps he just feels it’s already settled and would be a waste of time to discuss it further,” Andrew suggested. “Which would again be rather rude of him not to at least say so.”
“Jason might have given him the impression that it was settled,” James allowed. “But I highly doubt it. Jason is good at telling a man what he wants to hear, but not really telling him anything.”
Drew chuckled over that. “Wish I could figure out how that’s done.”
“With finesse, dear boy, a lot of finesse,” James replied. “And you have figured it out, you just use it exclusively with women.”
“Ah, that sort of finesse.” Drew grinned.
Five minutes later James’s patience ran thin and he told the younger men, “Come along, but wait outside the door until I call you.”
The butler, standing guard outside his master’s study, thought to stop James from entering it. It was a brief thought. A good look at James and he decided to open the door instead and announce him.
Albert had been reading some document at his desk. He glanced up and then sighed at the sight of James entering the room. “This really isn’t a good time.”
“So I was informed, though I doubt any time will be a good time for this, distasteful subject that it is. But considering you took this matter to the wrong Malory, you’ll make time, won’t you.”
It wasn’t a question by any means. Albert understood that and set his document aside. James had never met the chap before. He was rather distinguished looking, dark brown hair with lighter shades at the temples sugge
sting it would soon be gray. James was surprised it wasn’t gray already with a daughter like Emily.
“There really isn’t anything to discuss further, other than a date for the wedding,” Albert insisted. “Have you come to supply that?”
James didn’t answer. He pulled one of several chairs near Albert’s desk to the side of it, so he’d have a good view of the performance when it began. It was a comfortable chair, which was a good thing. He had a feeling this wouldn’t be a brief visit.
The silence unnerved the older man, enough for him to burst out, “Now see here. I know your reputation and I refuse to be bullied.”
James raised a brow. “Come now, old chap. Where d’ye get the idea that I bully? I either ignore or I—well, it won’t come to that, I’m sure.”
A flush rose up Albert’s cheeks. “Then get to the point, Malory. What are you doing here?”
“Well, it’s a strange thing about rumors. They tend to either titillate, amaze, or enrage, depending on one’s perspective and involvement.”
“I’m aware there are rumors of a highly embarrassing nature. Whoever spread them should be shot. But unfortunately, they happen to be true.”
“I beg to differ. It’s fortunate they aren’t true a’tall.”
“So your son intends to deny his responsibility? That’s rather cowardly—”
“You will refrain from slander, Bascomb,” James cut in. “I tend to take that sort of thing personally.”
It was said in the mildest of tones and yet Albert still paled, but then blustered, “This is your grandchild as well as mine that we are discussing.”
“If it were my grandchild, you can be sure we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”
“The truth will come to light on its own,” Albert said confidently.
“Indeed it will, but it won’t be the truth you’re expecting, and it won’t surface until it’s too late. So I’ve brought you a few other truths to chew on.”
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