Regency Rogues: Outrageous Scandal. Annie Burrows

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       Chapter Five

      Perhaps his real name wasn’t Gregory Willingale at all. Perhaps he was using an alias, for some reason. But what could she do about it anyway? Run to the burly bartender with a tale of being abandoned by her aunt and left to the mercy of a man she’d never clapped eyes on until the night before? What would that achieve? Nothing—that was what. She already knew precisely what people who worked in inns thought of girls who went to them with tales of that sort. They thought they were making them up. At least that was what the landlady of the last inn had said. Before lecturing her about her lack of morals and throwing her out.

      Earlier this morning she’d thought the woman must be incredibly cruel to do such a thing. But if Prudence had been the landlady of an inn, with a business to run, would she have believed such a fantastic tale? Why, she was living through it and she hardly believed it herself.

      She cleared her throat.

      ‘So, Mr Willingale,’ she said, but only after swallowing the last of the sirloin he’d shared with her. ‘Or should I call you Uncle Willingale? What do you propose we do next?’

      Her own next step would depend very much on whatever his plans were. She’d only make up her mind what to do when she’d heard what they were.

      ‘I am not sure,’ he said through a mouthful of beef. ‘I do not think we are in possession of enough facts.’

      Goodness. That was pretty much the same conclusion she’d just drawn.

      ‘Though I do think,’ he said, scooping up a forkful of onions and depositing it on her plate, ‘that in some way your guardians are attempting to defraud you of your inheritance.’

      ‘Thank you,’ she said meekly. ‘For the onions, I mean,’ she hastily explained, before spreading them on one of the remaining slices of bread and butter, then folding it into a sort of sandwich.

      ‘You’re welcome. Though how abandoning you in a small hostelry in the middle of nowhere will serve their purpose I cannot imagine. Surely the disappearance of a wealthy young woman will not go unnoticed wherever it is you come from?’

      Since her mouth was full, she shook her head.

      ‘It might not be noticed,’ she admitted, as soon as her mouth was free to use it for anything other than eating. ‘Not for a very long time anyway. Because we were on our way to Bath.’

      ‘Bath?’

      Why did he look as though he didn’t believe her?

      ‘Yes, Bath. Why not? I know it isn’t exactly fashionable any more, but we are far from fashionable people. And I did tell you, didn’t I, that Aunt Charity had been trying to get me to marry...? Well, someone I don’t much care for.’

      ‘A relative of her new husband?’ he said grimly.

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘And then she suddenly changed her tack, did she? Offered to take you somewhere you could meet a young man you might actually like?’

      ‘There’s no need to say it like that!’ Though she had been rather surprised by her aunt’s sudden volte-face. ‘She said she would rather see me married to anyone than have me create talk by moving out of her house to set up home on my own.’

      ‘My mental powers are growing stronger by the minute,’ Gregory said sarcastically, sawing off another piece of steak. ‘Do go on,’ he said, when she glowered at him over the rim of her teacup. ‘You were about to tell me why nobody will be raising a hue and cry.’

      ‘I have already told you. Aunt Charity finally saw that nothing on earth would induce me to marry...that toad. So she told everyone she was going to take me to Bath and keep me there until she’d found me a match, since I had turned up my nose at the best Stoketown had to offer.’

      ‘Stoketown? You hail from Stoketown?’

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘And your aunt claimed she was taking you to Bath?’

      ‘Yes.’

      He laid down his knife and fork. ‘You are not very bright, are you?’

      ‘What? How dare you?’

      ‘I dare because you were headed in entirely the СКАЧАТЬ