Blackwood's Lady. Gail Whitiker

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      ‘Fustian, how could she be?’ the Duchess disclaimed. ‘The woman is married to a Cit and thinks that by virtue of her husband’s wealth she is entitled to an entrée to Society. I wonder that someone hasn’t put her in her place.’

      David tactfully hid his amusement at the Duchess’s remark. ‘I am sure someone will, Your Grace.’

      ‘Perhaps, but I fear it will not be your future bride. Too nice for her own good. Speaking of which,’ the Duchess said, her sharp gaze returning to Blackwood’s face, ‘have you seen Arabella Braithwaite this evening?’

      ‘Only in the receiving line,’ David replied. ‘I intended to speak with her later, though.’

      ‘Yes, do that, David,’ the Duchess advised. ‘It would be wise for you to settle things between the two of you as quickly as possible.’

      ‘Settle things?’ David’s brows knit together in confusion. ‘I do not see that there is anything to settle, Your Grace. The day before the announcement appeared in The Times, I sent Arabella a note, personally informing her of my intention to marry so that she would be advised beforehand.’

      ‘And have you had word from her since?’

      ‘No, but—’

      ‘I thought not. I am going to give you a piece of advice, my boy, and you would do well to mind it.’ The Duchess leaned forward and lowered her voice. ‘Watch her carefully.’

      David looked at the woman in surprise. ‘Nicola?’

      ‘Gudgeon! Arabella. She has enjoyed playing the part of the Marchioness of Blackwood, and she don’t like being displaced,’ the Duchess told him bluntly.

      If he hadn’t been so surprised, David would have been tempted to laugh. ‘Nonsense! She can hardly be displaced from a position she never held.’

      ‘No, but you had her act as hostess at your dinner parties, did you not?’

      ‘A few, but—’

      ‘And she saw to the arranging of your receptions and to various other sporting functions, did she not?’

      ‘Again, yes, but—’

      ‘Then what would you call that, if not playing the part of your wife?’

      ‘I would call it lending assistance as a friend,’ David replied calmly. ‘And as a relation. Need I point out that Arabella is my cousin?’

      ‘Yes, and one ill-content to be so. Oh, come along, David, everyone knows that cousins marry, and pray do not attempt to appease my sensibilities by pretending they do not. I am telling you that Arabella had it in her mind to become the next Marchioness of Blackwood, and if you paid any mind to Society gossip at all you would have known that.’

      Uncomfortably reminded of his uncle’s words, David frowned his displeasure. ‘I do not care for rumours and speculation, Your Grace, as I think you know. It is enough for me that Arabella helped me when I asked her to. I am sure she has no amorous intentions towards me, and I can assure you that I have none towards her. Our relationship has never strayed beyond the walls of the dining room, if you follow my meaning.’

      ‘I know precisely what you mean, Blackwood,’ the Duchess commented dryly, ‘and I am not trying to ascertain whether your conduct towards your cousin is, or was in any way lacking. All I am saying is that spurning an ambitious woman can sometimes lead to trouble. It is entirely up to you whether you heed the warning or not. Now, having said that, I must go and have a word with Lady Fayne. She still owes me fifty pounds from our game of whist the other evening. No doubt she has forgotten again, poor dear. Mind like a sieve. I shall see you at supper, David,’ the Duchess said, before moving away like a regal battleship at full sail.

      David watched her go, surprised and not a little troubled that she could have misjudged his cousin so. Arabella jealous? Impossible. There had never been anything in her conduct to suggest that she was in the least interested in him romantically. In fact, David was sure that, when they had last ridden together, Arabella had expressed an interest in Lord Wickstead, a prominent peer with extensive holdings in Kent and a reputed income of some fifteen thousand a year.

      ‘You look very deep in thought, David. Thinking about your new lady love?’

      Startled out of his deliberation, and by the very person he had been thinking about, David turned to see Arabella wearing a gown of dark maroon silk, and looking as beautiful at eight-and-twenty as she had as a bride of eighteen. As the widow of a wealthy man, she could hardly lay claim to the mannerisms of a blushing bride, but there was still a touch of coquetry in her ways that a number of gentlemen found attractive.

      To David, however, she was just his cousin Arabella, and he smiled at her accordingly. ‘As a matter of fact, I was thinking about you, Belle. You are looking exceedingly lovely this evening.’

      ‘I thought it only fitting that I look my best for my favourite cousin’s betrothal ball,’ Arabella replied in a carefully nonchalant voice. ‘So, you have finally decided to settle down and marry. I am happy for you, David, and delighted that you have found someone with whom to share your life. After all, is that not what we all look for?’

      ‘It is, and I am pleased to hear you say so, Belle. I would not wish to offend you in any way.’

      ‘Offend me! My dear man, how could I possibly be offended?’ Arabella said, her laughter just a shade too bright. ‘You have always treated me with the utmost courtesy, and it has been a pleasure to preside over your various functions. But I am well aware that it was only a temporary measure until you found someone who could do it on a more…permanent basis. Which you now have. I just hope you won’t cut me from your life altogether.’

      ‘Of course I do not intend to cut you,’ David told her, wondering at her making such a remark. ‘We are family, after all. And as an old married man—’

      ‘You will never be an old married man,’ Arabella said fervently. ‘You will always be my dearest cousin David.’ Then, fearing that she may have sounded a trifle bold, she added quickly, ‘Now, why don’t you bring your lovely fiancée here? I should like very much to spend a few minutes chatting with her, and getting to know her better.’

      ‘I am sure Nicola would enjoy that,’ David said, turning to look for Nicola. Unfortunately, a quick search of the room failed to reveal the whereabouts of his Titian-haired beauty.

      ‘How strange,’ he said after glancing around the room. ‘I can’t imagine where she would have gone. Excuse me for a moment, will you, Belle?’ Moving away, David did a quick circuit of the room, but to no avail. Nicola was simply nowhere to be found.

      ‘Lady Dorchester, have you seen Nicola?’ he asked, coming upon her aunt a few minutes later.

      ‘No, Lord Blackwood, I have not. At least, not for a little while. The last time I saw her she was sipping champagne with old Lord Wexler.’ Lady Dorchester glanced around the room and then suddenly began to frown. ‘Oh, dear, you don’t think the odious man has run off with her, do you?’

      A faint smile briefly ruffled David’s mouth. ‘At sixty-eight, I doubt Wexler’s heart would stand the strain. Funny, though, her disappearing like this. Perhaps I should take a look outside.’

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