Mr Fairclough's Inherited Bride. Georgie Lee

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       Chapter Four

      ‘How do you think he’ll propose?’ Mrs Parker asked Mary as they strolled through Richard’s side garden. They were enjoying a rare fine day in the midst of cold ones as winter tightened its grip on Maryland. Despite being up late last night, Mary had barely slept, unable to think about anything but Mr Fairclough and their time together. It’d been a delightful evening and she’d been loath to part with him, her heart racing as she’d all but forced him to join her for tea today, but she hadn’t been able to let him go without some expectation of seeing him again.

      This is about securing your future and nothing else, she reminded herself for the hundredth time since she’d crawled into bed last night.

      The excitement that ran like a current under all thoughts of him and their time together was nothing more than discovering that there was genuine affability between them and that on his arm she’d once again been a young girl full of hope and promise who believed in the future. It hurt to imagine losing the chance to experience it again because she’d failed to capture his attention, except she hadn’t, she was sure of it. When he’d escorted her to the carriage, the look he’d given her and the way his hand had lingered in hers had struck her deep. She and Silas had been partners last night and he’d treated her with more respect than anyone else ever had. Not even Preston at his most charming moments had been so captivating, honest or genuine with her as Mr Fairclough, but she didn’t wish to get her hopes up as she’d done before and have it all fall to pieces.

      ‘He won’t propose. It’s too soon.’ Mr Fairclough was a man of action but he wasn’t about to act so quickly in something this important. Mary knew the folly and regret that came with rushing towards marriage, but she also knew the dangers of dallying. She was sure Mr Fairclough did, too, although which course of action he decided to take in this matter remained to be seen. Either way, Mary had dressed accordingly, donning one of her two new day gowns and some jewellery to make herself as appealing as possible. This tea was another chance to catch his eye, one she could not miss, especially given what she’d decided to tell him today. The truth could ruin everything, so better it do so now than after days or weeks of courting.

      ‘Oh, he’ll propose all right and he’ll do it today,’ Mrs Parker assured her, increasing Mary’s anticipation even while the rational part of her warned her against getting her hopes up. ‘I saw the two of you together last night and the way he looked at you. You’ve captured his interest and a man like him will snap you up.’

      ‘You make me sound like the purchase of a new foundry for his railroad.’

      ‘He’ll approach it that way so don’t expect roses and candies, but he’ll turn you into a queen one way or another.’

      ‘I’m hardly queen material, and once he finds out the truth, for I’ll have to tell him, who knows how he’ll react.’ Despite the risk to this venture, she didn’t want him to hear the story from someone else.

      ‘Mr Fairclough won’t judge you as harshly as you think. I don’t know all of his past, but some of the things I’ve heard him say to Mr Jackson makes me think he’s made enough mistakes of his own to not judge you for yours.’

      She wanted to believe that, but she’d seen how cruel and callous men could be. Even her father and brother had turned their backs on her. Her brother had accused her of ruining his chance for a union with Lord Breckenridge’s daughter. Mary thought the young woman should have sent her a thank-you note for saving her from a loveless future. Her brother had wanted Lord Breckenridge’s daughter’s money more than he’d wanted the woman, making his and their father’s rage against Mary and her mistake even more severe. She was sure Mr Fairclough was interested in her for more than what she might one day inherit, but it didn’t mean he wished to assume the taint of her past. She had to allow him to decide whether or not to continue to pursue her so he could never say she’d tried to pull the wool over his eyes or resent her for trapping him in a questionable union.

      The voice of a driver calling to the carriage horses to stop carried over the garden wall. A moment later Mr Fairclough’s hearty greeting to Richard’s butler followed. Mr Fairclough exchanged a few pleasant words with the man as he always did instead of ignoring him as if he was nothing more than a potted plant the way her father used to do with the Foxcomb servants.

      Mary froze on the gravel path, wanting to rush into the house and up the front stairs to her room before Mr Fairclough could see her, but she didn’t. She would face whatever was going to happen today and move forward with her life one way or another. ‘It’s time to find out exactly what kind of man Mr Fairclough is.’