Bound By A Scandalous Secret. Diane Gaston

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      ‘Do you require something, m’lord?’ Coogan asked. ‘I was about to join the servants for dinner, but I can delay—’

      ‘We are touring the house and Miss Summerfield wishes to show me something about the room,’ Ross replied. ‘Stay until we leave.’

      Ross was glad to have a witness, just in case.

      She stepped just inside the doorway and faced a wall papered in pale blue. She pressed on a spot and a door opened, a door that heretofore had been unnoticed by Ross.

      ‘We’ll be leaving now,’ she said to his valet and gestured for Ross to follow her.

      They could not have been more than a fraction of a minute.

      As soon as he stepped over this secret threshold, she pushed the door closed. Their lamp illuminated a secret hallway that disappeared into the darkness.

      ‘My grandfather built this house so that he would never have to encounter his servants in the house unless they were performing some service for him. He had secret doors put in all the rooms and connected them all with hidden passages. The servants had to scurry through these narrow spaces. We can get to any part of the house from here.’ She headed towards the darkness. ‘Come. I’ll show you.’

      * * *

      Dell remained in the dining room with Lorene until they’d both finished the cakes that Cook had made for dessert. Their conversation was sparse and awkward.

      He’d never met his Lincolnshire cousins, knew them only by the scandal and gossip that followed the family and had no reason to give them a further thought. He’d not been prepared for the likes of Lorene.

      Lovely, demure, sad.

      When he and Lorene retired to the drawing room, he was even more aware of the intimacy of their situation. What had he been thinking to allow Ross and the all-too-lively Genna to go off into the recesses of the house? Why the devil had Tinmore not simply refused the invitation? Why send his wife and her sister alone?

      He realised they were standing in the drawing room.

      She gestured to the pianoforte. ‘Shall I play for you?’

      ‘If you wish.’ It would save him from attempting conversation with her, something that seemed to fail him of late.

      She sat at the pianoforte and started to play. After the first few hesitant notes, she seemed to lose her self-consciousness and her playing became more assured and fluid. He recognised the piece she chose. It was one his sister used to play—Mozart’s Andante Grazioso. The memory stabbed at his heart.

      Lorene played the piece with skill and feeling. When she came to the end and looked up at him, he immediately said, ‘Play another.’

      This time she began confidently—Pathétique by Beethoven—and he fancied she showed in the music that sadness he sensed in her. It touched his own.

      And drew him to her in a manner that was not to be advised.

      She was married to a man who wielded much influence in the House of Lords. Dell would be new to the body. Ross was right. He needed to tread carefully if he wished to do any good.

      When Lorene finished this piece, she automatically went on to another, then another, each one filled with melancholy. With yearning.

      The music moved him.

      She moved him.

      When she finally placed her hands in her lap, they were trembling. ‘That is all I know by heart.’

      ‘Surely there is sheet music here.’ He looked around the pianoforte.

      She rose and opened a nearby cabinet. ‘It is in here.’ She removed the top sheet and looked at it. ‘Oh. It is a song I used to play.’

      ‘Play it if you like.’ After all, what could he say to her if she stopped playing? His insides were already shredded.

      She placed the sheet on the music rack, played the first notes and, to his surprise, began to sing.

      I have a silent sorrow here,

      A grief I’ll ne’er impart;

      It breathes no sigh, it sheds no tear,

      But it consumes my heart.

      This cherished woe, this loved despair,

      My lot for ever be,

      So my soul’s lord, the pangs to bear

      Be never known by thee.

      Her voice was clear and pure and the feeling behind the lyrics suggested this was a song that had meaning for her. What was her ‘cherished woe’, her ‘loved despair’? He knew what his grief was.

      She finished the song and lifted her eyes to his.

      ‘Lorene,’ he murmured.

      There was a knock on the door, breaking his reverie.

      The butler appeared. ‘Beg pardon, sir, my lady.’

      ‘What is it, Jeffers?’ Dell asked, his voice unsteady.

      ‘The weather, sir,’ Jeffers said. ‘A storm. It has begun to snow and sleet.’

      Lorene paled and stood. Dell stepped towards the window. She brushed against him as he opened the curtains with his hand. They both looked out on to ground already tinged with white. The hiss of sleet, now so clear, must have been obscured by the music.

      She spun around. ‘We must leave! Where is Genna?’

      ‘I sent Becker to find her,’ Jeffers said.

      ‘Well done, Jeffers. Alert the stables to ready the carriage.’ Dell turned towards Lorene. ‘You might still make it home if you can leave immediately.’

      Lorene placed her hands on her cheeks. ‘We did not expect bad weather.’

      Dell touched her arm, concerned by her distress. ‘Try not to worry.’

      ‘Where is Genna?’ she cried, rushing from the room. ‘Why did she have to tour the house?’

      * * *

      Genna led Ross through dark narrow corridors, stopping at doors that opened into the other bedchambers. On the other side, the doors to the secret passageways were nearly invisible to the eye. While they navigated this labyrinth, sometimes they heard music.

      ‘Lorene must be playing the pianoforte,’ Genna said.

      The music wafting through the air merely made their excursion seem more fanciful.

      It was like a game. Ross tried to guess what room they’d come upon next with the floor plan of the house fixed in his mind, but he was often wrong. Genna navigated the spaces with ease, though, and he could imagine her as a little girl running СКАЧАТЬ