The Regency Season Collection: Part Two. Кэрол Мортимер

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      ‘I saw the light under your door.’

      ‘You could not sleep either?’

      He shook his head. ‘You seem out of sorts lately and I keep wondering whether this marriage agreement is the cause of it? Lord Montcliffe is after all quite forceful and if you should wish to nullify—’

      ‘No, Papa.’ She cut across his words and watched his face light up. ‘I am quite happy with things as they are.’

      ‘It is just the marriage notice will be in the paper tomorrow and I should imagine after that things might change a little.’

      ‘Lord Montcliffe said the same this afternoon when we were riding. He asked me to a ball on Saturday evening, a formal occasion with much of society in attendance.’

      ‘And you agreed?’

      ‘He made it difficult to refuse.’

      Her father sat down on the chair opposite and wiped his brow. ‘I am uncertain of the ways of all this. Perhaps we should employ a chaperone for you, Amethyst, so that we don’t get things wrong.’

      ‘I do not think it will be necessary, Papa. We will repair to Dunstan House as soon as we are married and then we need not worry at all.’

      ‘Montcliffe is amenable to that?’

      ‘He once told us that he would be. Besides, a friend of his, the Earl of Ross, asked if his sister might be able to assist in the preparation for the wedding. Perhaps I could also ask her for a little assistance with the ball as well. It seems she is most creative with these things and I have a few gowns that could be altered to make them more fashionable without too much trouble.’

      The smile on her father’s face was bright with relief. He looked happier than he had been in a long while.

      ‘If we had some notion of how many people would attend your marriage ceremony, that would also be of a help. The contract stated the marriage would take place before the end of July and the weeks will run away if we do not get it all in hand.’

      ‘It will be a small group, Papa. No more than twenty.’

      ‘But the Montcliffe family will be there?’

      ‘I am not sure, Papa. They all seem distant from one another.

      ‘A shame that, for family is all you have to rely on in the world when it comes down to it.’

      ‘I am uncertain Lord Montcliffe would agree as he seldom speaks of his.’

      ‘Well, I shall send them invites, nonetheless, for it is only good manners.’

      A sense of dread began to play in Amethyst’s mind. Would the Montcliffes be difficult? Would they accept her? Would they come? Only a few weeks until her wedding and she still had not procured a dress. Tomorrow she would send a note to Lady Christine Howard to see if she might consent to help her.

      * * *

      ‘You are marrying whom?’ His mother’s voice was shrill and disbelieving.

      Both his sisters sat very still at the dinner table, their eating utensils poised to listen.

      ‘Miss Amethyst Amelia Cameron.’

      ‘And you say her father is a man of trade?’

      ‘Mr Robert Cameron is a successful timber merchant and is far wealthier than the Montcliffes have any hope of ever being.’

      He hated that he should have to qualify his choice of bride in monetary value, but it seemed such an explanation was all Janet Montcliffe understood. She looked furious.

      ‘Amethyst? What sort of name is that?’

      ‘Hers.’ Daniel was tired of being careful and polite. His mother’s frown deepened.

      ‘We will be the laughing stock of the ton.’

      ‘I doubt that sincerely, Mother.’

      ‘Do you love her, then?’ This question came from his oldest sister Gwen, the sort of light shining in her eyes that could only belong to a naive and unworldly girl.

      ‘Of course he does not.’ His mother answered for him. ‘The interloper has simply tipped her cap at the title and managed to do what a hundred well-brought-up daughters of society have not been able to. She has brought your brother to heel and he will regret it, mark my words. You are marrying well beneath your station in life, Daniel, but any remorse afterwards will be useless. You will be tied to the upstart for life.’

      ‘I am taking it that you will not be attending the wedding ceremony then, Mother?’

      ‘None of us will be. I could not bear to look on Miss Amethyst Cameron’s face and see the gleam of victory within it. The girls should not be allowed anywhere near such...tradespeople either.’ She almost spat the word out. ‘As for your grandfather, he is sick and hasn’t the energy for all this nonsense so you are alone in your foolish choice of bride. I had such high hopes for you, too.’

      Daniel stood as the resulting silence lengthened. ‘Then I shall bid you goodnight.’

      With that he simply walked to the door and left.

      * * *

      He found himself lingering in the confines of Grosvenor Square. The Cameron house was dark save for a light on the second floor where the curtains had been drawn. The shadow of a woman caught in candlelight moved in a way that made him frown. His wife-to-be was dancing alone in her room and the outline showed no sign of the shape of her wig. A waltz, he determined by the beat of steps she took, a practice of the dance of love.

      The tension he felt began to lessen and lighting a cheroot he leant back and watched. Janet Montcliffe and her bitterness had been a constant in his life, the anger and the rancour almost normal.

      Amethyst Cameron, unlike his mother, was a logical and reasonable woman and one who held to the tenet of wording differences of opinion in a sane and sensible way. She did not whine or moan or berate. He liked her smile and her dimples and the low timbre of her voice. Her clothes might be shapeless and ill-formed but when the wind had caught her riding attire and pressed the material against her body he saw that there was a surprisingly shapely form beneath. He was intrigued by the description of her hair. Light and curly. Velvet-brown eyes would complement such a shade admirably.

      After the scene at the dinner table tonight he wished he was anywhere but in London town. A different life was one he had been dreaming of for quite a while now. He smiled as the shadow drifted closer to the window and hoped she might pull the curtain back to look down and see him.

      He liked talking to her. He liked her blushes and the quiet way she had dealt with the snobbery of Lady Charlotte Mackay. He liked her father.

      Breathing out heavily, he wondered what all this meant.

      He had always felt homeless, but Amethyst Cameron had had the effect of anchoring him. His father had been a man who was melancholic and weak СКАЧАТЬ