Capturing the Viscount's Heart

by Abby Ayles

  Lord Pettifer gave an exaggerated sigh. “I did tell him I had a good hand.”

  “Which you always say when you have a bad one!” Father bellowed.

  Regina wrapped an arm around Father’s shoulders. He was working himself up into a state. “Father, please, don’t yell. Come with me and we’ll get you sorted.”

  “There is no sorting,” Mr. Charleston snorted.

  “Hold your tongue,” Lord Harrison instructed. “Pettifer. Leave. Lord Hartfield, do sit down. Miss Regina if you’ll come with me.”

  “Go,” Father said. His voice didn’t even sound like his. It was shaking and frail. Regina had never heard him sound so old.

  Lord Harrison took her by the elbow again and this time she allowed it.

  “Surely this is not legal,” she whispered.

  Lord Harrison led her out of the room and through to the front door. “It doesn’t matter.”

  He opened the front door and the cool night air hit her face. Only as the wind passed over her face did she realize how hot she had gotten. She was practically shaking.

  “Just lean back here.” Lord Harrison helped her to lean against the wall of the house. “There now.”

  Regina looked up at him. “Why does it not matter if it isn’t legal?”

  Lord Harrison looked away from her. There was light spilling out of the windows of the house on one side. On the other, there were the pearl-white beams of the moon. Both sources coupled with the shadows to play over Lord Harrison’s face and place him in contrast: one-half golden and lit up, the other half silvery pale.

  Regina wondered which side was true. He looked oddly warm on one half and cold and calculating on the other. It reminded her of the fairy stories Bridget would read to her when she was a child. There were stories about fairy kings in them. They’d enchant you and then whisk you away and entrap you.

  She shook her head clear of such thoughts. They were childish and ridiculous. And if there was a time for such thoughts, it wasn’t now. She spoke again.

  “If I am to be kicked out of my home and my sisters left penniless, I deserve to know why. Surely my father—”

  She cut herself off. She had meant to say, surely my father is not such a fool. But that wasn’t necessarily true, was it? He had been a slave to the cards for years. Regina had eavesdropped on many an argument between Bridget and Father over the matter.

  He had lost thousands of pounds over the years at cards. Was it truly so hard to believe that he would lose their home as well?

  Lord Harrison sighed and looked back at her. “Miss Regina. You must understand. It is not legally binding. No judge would enforce it. But there is the matter of honor.”

  “Honor?”

  “Your father made a promise in front of others. He swore to honor that promise should he lose. He lost. To back out now would save his land but impugn his honor. He would be looked at with disdain.”

  “And he shall be looked at with such high regard once he is penniless and without land?”

  Lord Harrison inclined his head as if tipping his hat to her. “You see clearly the conundrum you’ve been left in.”

  “That I—” Regina’s blood froze.

  She worried not for herself. She would not miss the balls and the dinners and the like. There was the fear of what it might take to maintain an income. Begging from friends and relying on charity made her stomach churn with humiliation.

  But her sisters… her beautiful, stunning sisters. Natalie would wilt when she heard the news. Mr. Fairchild would never be able to marry Louisa now. Elizabeth’s sharp wit and fiery temper would become vices rather than amusing virtues.

  And what of Bridget? Her sister had rallied them all together when Mother had died. What man would have her now?

  Regina had wanted to keep Bridget all to herself but not like this. Not at this price.

  Some of her horror must have shown on her face, for Lord Harrison’s brow tightened. “I am sorry, Miss Regina.”

  Her mind raced. “What is to be done? How can this be salvaged?”

  “Salvaged?”

  “Yes. Surely there is something that we can do to preserve ourselves.”

  “Well…” Lord Harrison thought for a moment. “Do your sisters have prospects?”

  “My three eldest. One is engaged, although it is not common knowledge. The other two have many suitors.”

  “Then tell them to accept one of them at once. Have their marriages without delay.”

  “My sister’s fiancé cannot marry her. His aunt will not allow it. If they marry she shall rewrite her will to leave him nothing.”

  “And will he stand by her when the news breaks?”

  Regina shook her head. “I do not know.”

  “If your sisters marry quickly, their husbands can provide for you and your other unmarried sister. Their reputations and income will preserve you until you can be wed.”

  “How quickly will the news get out?”

  “More quickly than you would expect.”

  Regina passed her hand over her eyes. This felt like a nightmare. It couldn’t possibly be real.

  But if this was a dream she wouldn’t have been able to conjure up a man like Lord Harrison. She couldn’t have dreamt such detail. And she could remember every step she had taken throughout the day.

  This was all horribly real.

  “I shall have to tell them,” she said. Her voice was thick and she swallowed quickly. She would not cry in front of a man she didn’t even know. “Father will bungle the whole thing.”

  “Perhaps in the morning. They will be too exhausted to deal with it properly tonight.”

  Regina nodded. “Bridget will know what to do.”

  “Bridget?”

  Regina looked up at him. Lord Harrison’s eyes had lit up in a look that she knew well. She had seen many a man look at Bridget in that way, and Natalie as well. It was how Mr. Fairchild looked at Louisa.

  “My eldest sister, with whom you were speaking earlier. She manages our affairs. She’ll know what to do.”

  Lord Harrison inclined his head again. “Well, please give my condolences to your sister and inform her that should she be in need of a suitor, I stand ready and waiting.”

  “That is rather bold of you, sir,” Regina replied. She blinked, surprised at herself. She was not normally so snappish. Perhaps it was the stress. Or perhaps it was that she wanted to protect Bridget.

  Lord Harrison chuckled. “There’s a feisty one inside of you yet, Miss Regina. And here I had heard that you were the mouse of the five.”

  Regina swallowed. She knew that she was plain in features. And she knew that she was quiet. But to learn they called her a mouse…

  It stung, honestly.

  But she would not be a mouse where Bridget was concerned. “My sister is an accomplished woman,” she said. “Only the best of men could hope to win her hand.”

  “And you clearly do not think I am the best of men,” Lord Harrison replied. He seemed amused by this, smiling down at her. Regina shivered at that, but not unpleasantly. He looked striking like this, smiling with the moonlight on his face.

  “I think that I do not know you well enough to cast judgment. But if you wish to win Bridget, you’d do well to proceed with more delicacy.”

  “Delicacy?” Lord Harrison chuckled. “Miss Regina, the time for delicacy is at an end. You and your sisters are, as of now, dependent upon the goodwill of others. You must learn to be bold.”

  “In speaking plainly to you I think that I am being quite bold.”

  “Miss Regina.” Lord Harrison sighed. He briefly clenched his hand into a fist in frustration. “I apologize if I have offended you. But my offer is genuine. You and your sisters need the protection of a husband since your father can no longer provide any. I am willing and happy to offer your sister my heart and my home. Please convey this to her if it please you.

  “You must understand the danger you are now in. I do not wish to see five innocent women thrown out
onto the street. My words may be direct but my intentions are good.”

  He took her hand in his. Regina was surprised both by the size of it and how warm it was. It practically encased her own. It felt oddly as though the warmth and weight of his hand was the only thing anchoring her.

  Lord Harrison’s eyes bore into hers. She felt a bit like a mouse pinned by a snake, except there was no malice in his gaze. “Believe me, I am only trying to help you.”

  Regina swallowed. “You have helped, sir, and I thank you for it. The night air has done some good. As has your advice.”

  She took a deep breath to steady herself. “I must get to my father. My sisters shall stay. It will be remarked upon if we all retire so early. I shall take my father home. Mr. Fairchild will give my sisters a ride back. Then I will speak to them of this in the morning.”

  “Good girl,” Lord Harrison said. He squeezed her hand. “Have a calm head and act quickly. It is the only way to save yourselves.”

  Regina nodded. Yes. Stay calm and act quickly. She could do that. Or, rather, Bridget could. She felt certain that Bridget would know what to do.

  Then she realized with a start that Lord Harrison was still holding her hand. She slid her hand out of his grasp. Immediately she missed the safe feeling it had given her and the warmth it had provided.

  “Thank you again, Lord Harrison. I shall take my leave, if I may.”

  Lord Harrison made a shooing gesture. “Do what you must. And remember what I said.”

  Regina hurried back into the house. She could feel Lord Harrison’s eyes tracking her the entire way. It felt like they were burning into her back.

  Chapter 4

  Regina returned to the side parlor to find that all the men had cleared it. Save for Mr. Denny, who was sitting with Father.

  “Mr. Denny, your kindness will not be forgotten,” she said, crossing to Father’s side.

  Mr. Denny stood at once. “Anything for the Hartfields, Miss Regina. Are you quite well?”

  “Yes. Lord Harrison forced me to take some night air. It did me some good.”

  Regina knelt in front of Father. He had sunk back into his chair and still looked pale. He turned his green eyes to her. They looked watery.

  “Father,” Regina whispered. “Are you quite all right?”

  He shook his head. “I have ruined us,” he whispered.

  “Don’t fret,” Regina said immediately. Her voice held a firmness she did not feel. “We shall find a way out of this. Never you fret.”

  She looked up at Mr. Denny. “If I may take advantage of your good nature once more, sir?”

  “As I said, anything.”

  “Would you please find my sister, Miss Hartfield? Inform her that Father is feeling unwell and I have taken him home in the carriage.”

  As the eldest, Bridget was known among society as Miss Hartfield. The second eldest, Louisa, was known as Miss Louisa Hartfield. Natalie, Elizabeth, and Regina were all known simply as Miss.

  Mr. Denny bowed. “I shall inform her. I hope your father recovers. And…” he hesitated. “If there is anything I can do to assist, please inform me.”

  “Not unless you are willing to marry one of us,” Regina replied before she could stop herself.

  Mr. Denny flushed. Regina felt rather like bashing her head against the card table. When had she become so impudent?

  “I was only jesting, of course,” she said quickly. “I apologize. Think nothing of it. I fear my mind is not at rights.”

  “No apology is necessary,” Mr. Denny replied, just as hastily. He bowed again and hurried out the door.

  Well, there was one man she’d just scared away from her family.

  “Up you get, Father,” Regina said. It took some tugging but she convinced Father to stand on his own two feet. “I’m taking you home.”

  She got him out to the carriage without much incident. It was only once they were safely inside that Father broke down.

  Regina had never once seen her father cry. She had heard him in his study sometimes. After Mother had died, he would lock himself inside for hours. Regina would creep down at night to see if he was still there. If she pressed her ear to the door, she was able to hear quiet sobs.

  She had wondered then what kind of love was so deep it ruined a man. She had then wondered if any man would ever love her like that.

  She doubted it.

  But now Father was sitting next to her in the carriage and crying. He was doing it quietly without much fuss. Regina would have expected great heaving and sobbing. But her father merely let the tears run down his face.

  It was awkwardly silent. Regina had no idea what to say.

  When they arrived home she helped him out of the carriage.

  “Here we are,” she said, speaking to him as if he were a child. “I’ll get the front door.”

  Father looked down at her. “You know you have your mother’s eyes?”

  Regina stopped and turned to look at him. “Yes. Bridget has said so.”

  “The prettiest brown eyes, they were. So soft and dark.” Father sighed. “I apologize. You must forgive an old man’s ramblings.”

  “You are not so old, Father.” Regina took his hand and led him inside.

  “I am old enough to be labeled an old fool.”

  “I suspect Mr. Charleston called you that and I will have none of it. He is a sour man of little fortune.”

  Father shook his head. “He was right. Regina, I have just ruined us. And I have been ruining us for years.”

  “Don’t say that.” She started to lead him up the stairs. She was grateful the servants were abed so none of them saw Father this way.

  “I suppose Bridget hasn’t told you.” Father let Regina lead him easy as a lamb. “My weakness for cards led us close to bankruptcy even before tonight. It was why I have been urging you girls toward marriage.

  “I feel as though I am seized by a devil. I cannot stop myself. Each time I see the cards and think, I shall win. I must win. Surely this time… and then nothing but more loss.

  “Your poor sister has been at her wit’s end. I have promised her and promised her that I would stop. And I have failed. Now you will all perish.”

  “Now Father, be reasonable. The whole world knows Lord Pettifer is the most disgraceful of men. It is his title alone that keeps him on invitations.”

  Father shook his head. “No man will have you girls now.”

  “Lord Harrison asked for Bridget’s hand even after your losses,” Regina blurted out.

  Father stopped on the stairs and stared at her. “Did he now?”

  Regina nodded. She felt a little as though she had betrayed Lord Harrison’s confidence. But then, he had not asked her to keep it a secret. And he must ask Father’s permission before marrying Bridget anyhow.

  “I am not sure of him,” Father admitted. “I have heard the most wild stories. Nothing about him is known for certain. But he has wealth and seems a good man, if mysterious. Bridget could do worse given our changed circumstances.”

  “I am certain other men will come forward as well,” Regina said. She spoke with a confidence she did not feel. “Now come, we must get you to bed.”

  She helped him get up the rest of the stairs and into his chambers. It felt so odd, as though their positions had reversed: he the child and she the parent.

  Father didn’t say anything more as she helped him. Not until he was in bed and she prepared to walk away. Then he caught her hand in his and said,

  “I am glad that one of you took after your mother.”

  “I have been informed that I am nothing like mother,” Regina replied. Elizabeth had hurled that truth at her one day during a fight.

  Father shook his head. “No. You and Bridget are like your mother. But you got just a bit more of her, I think.”

  He raised his hand and gently touched right between her eyes. “Your eyes.”

  Regina gently set his hand down on the bed and patted it. “Sleep, Father. We shall deal with t
his in the morning.”

  She made sure all was taken care of and then went to bed herself. She knew that she should get some rest but for a while she simply couldn’t sleep.

  She tossed and turned. But everything from the night played back at her. Especially Lord Harrison. She could see his eyes staring straight into hers as he promised that he only wanted to help. She could feel his hand holding hers, making her feel safe.