Engagement of Convenience. Georgie Lee

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      Chapter Two

      The study door swung open, startling Julia, and her pencil slipped, leaving a dark mark across two rows of figures.

      ‘Yes?’ she answered testily as Davies entered the room.

      ‘Captain Russell and his guest have arrived.’

      Tossing down the pencil, she sat back in the chair, needing just a few more minutes to finish balancing the accounts. ‘They’re early.’

      ‘I believe they are on time.’

      She looked at the windows, finally noticing how the sun and shadows had shifted in the garden and the room. ‘How long have I been working?’

      ‘All morning, Miss Howard.’

      ‘Then I’d better hurry and join them or I’ll never know a moment’s peace with Emily.’ Closing the ledger, she stood and started for the door. ‘Though I know Uncle George won’t mind my being late. He isn’t one for formality.’

      ‘Excuse me, Miss Howard...’ Davies coughed ‘...perhaps a change of dress is advisable.’

      She stopped, inspecting the riding habit skirt, her loose hair falling over her face. Bits of leaves stuck to the honey-coloured fabric, making the damp hem noticeable and emphasising the creases along with the habit’s older style. She hardly ever wore this habit, but she’d soiled her better one yesterday by taking Manfred over a fence and through the mud on the other side. Had she seen the puddle, she wouldn’t have jumped him.

      ‘I’ll never hear the end of it if Emily catches me greeting guests in such a state. Where are they?’

      ‘The morning room.’

      ‘Do you think I can sneak upstairs and change before she sees me?’

      ‘It is quite possible, Miss Howard.’

      ‘We shall see.’

      She hurried from the study and down the corridor. Approaching the entrance hall, she crept over the stone floor to the stairs, listening to Uncle George’s robust laughter followed by the deep tones of the other gentleman in the morning room. The stranger’s voice sounded oddly familiar, but she didn’t dare peek inside for fear of being seen. Stealing past the open door, she turned the corner to slip upstairs, coming face to face with her sister-in-law.

      ‘What are you doing in your riding habit?’ Emily demanded in hushed tones, her delicate eyes darting nervously to the morning room. ‘And your hair? You can’t welcome your guests looking like a dairy maid.’

      ‘My guests?’

      ‘Never mind. We’ll say you were out riding and then you can meet the captain now before Uncle George drags him off for who knows how long.’ Emily pulled her in front of the gilded mirror beneath the stairs and out of sight of the door.

      ‘Did you say Uncle George’s guest is a captain?’ Julia winced as Emily untangled a small twig from her hair.

      ‘Yes, Captain Covington.’

      ‘Uncle George’s friend from Tortuga?’ Julia twisted around to face Emily before her sister-in-law gently spun her back to the mirror, dividing her hair into three sections, then working them into a braid.

      ‘Yes, I believe so.’

      Julia forced down a frustrated sigh. Single gentlemen were a rarity at Knollwood and Julia could practically see Emily’s matchmaking machinations. It was the only explanation for why she insisted on this hurried first meeting. Apparently, she didn’t know as much about Uncle George’s friend as Julia did or she wouldn’t be so excited, or eager to make the introduction. ‘Well, if Captain Covington is to stay with us, I’d better instruct Davies to lock up the brandy.’

      ‘Captain Covington isn’t that kind of gentleman.’

      ‘Then I’d better lock up the maids.’

      ‘Julia!’ Emily stared at her in the mirror, her pale face alight with shock. ‘Young ladies shouldn’t know about such things.’

      Thankfully Paul thinks I should. If Emily and Charles ever learned the full extent of what Paul had told her, they’d probably chaperon their every conversation.

      Emily smoothed the sturdy wool of Julia’s habit, picking off stray leaves, her hands fluttering while she worked.

      ‘You received another letter from Charles, didn’t you?’ Julia asked. Emily’s concern for propriety always increased after a letter from her husband.

      Emily blushed, pink spreading from her cheeks to her light blonde hair. ‘Am I so obvious?’

      ‘I’m afraid so.’

      ‘It’s only because we want to see you well settled.’

      ‘No, it’s because Charles thinks I don’t act like a proper lady and such behaviour will cause a scandal and hurt his career in Parliament.’

      Emily laid a motherly hand on Julia’s shoulder. ‘Your brother loves you and only wants to see you happy.’

      Despite the well-meaning remark, Julia wasn’t ready to concede defeat. ‘I’m happy as I am.’

      Emily moved behind Julia, fastening the braid into a small bun at the nape of her neck. ‘I know, but time doesn’t stand still. Some day you may want more.’

      ‘What about Simon and Annette? They aren’t greeting Uncle George. Why not censure them?’

      ‘It’s not my place to comment on their conduct.’ Emily frowned and pulled her lips tight. ‘They are both indisposed and will be down later.’

      Julia bit back a sharp retort about the two of them always being indisposed when another idea came to mind. ‘Perhaps I can speak to Captain Covington about Paul’s promotion. Maybe he knows someone in the Admiralty who can arrange for Paul to get his own ship. I can’t believe he didn’t receive a command. If I ever find the man who wrote his bad recommendation—’

      ‘I’m sure your brother is capable of managing his own affairs,’ СКАЧАТЬ