Justin's Bride. Susan Mallery

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      Chapter One

      London, England, October 1810

      “You did what?” Catherine leaned her clenched fists on her uncle’s desk and scowled at him across it, bristling with outrage.

      He winced. “There is no need to shout. I am not deaf.”

      “I can only wish that I were! I cannot believe I heard you correctly.”

      “Of course you heard me. I said I have accepted an offer from Lord Caldbeck for your hand in marriage.”

      Catherine straightened up and stared at him in disbelief. “But, Uncle Ambrose, why? Aside from the fact that I have no wish to marry at all, I hardly know the man. I’ve danced with him a few times, but he has never shown any partiality for me. I’ve never even heard that he was hanging out for a wife.”

      “Caldbeck is well known for hiding his thoughts. One never knows what he intends. The man’s an enigma.”

      “An automaton, rather.” Catherine spun away from the desk, snatched her modish hat from her head and sailed it across the room into a chair. She felt her hair spring forth in its flaming halo, and ran her hands over it in a vain attempt to restrain it.

      “Lord Caldbeck might as well be made of wood. He never smiles, he never laughs, he never…” Having paced the width of the library, she whirled, savagely kicking the train of her velvet riding dress out of her way, and again bore down on the desk. “What can you have been thinking? You have no right….”

      Ambrose Maury’s face began to show a tinge of red as he came to his own defense. “On the contrary. As your guardian it is my duty to speak for you. It’s a damn good match. Caldbeck is as rich as Croesus. He made a very advantageous offer. I accepted it. It’s that simple.”

      Catherine, who knew her uncle well, stopped her pacing midway across the room and turned to look at him, eyes narrowed shrewdly. “Exactly what sort of offer?”

      Maury fidgeted a bit, blotting perspiration from his bald pate with his handkerchief. “Now, Catherine, you must understand certain things.”

      “What things? What sort of offer?”

      “I’ve had a bit of bad luck investing in the Funds of late.”

      “Ah. And Lord Caldbeck is offering a handsome settlement. I begin to understand. But you must understand that I will not marry—I can’t! I won’t! Within six months I come into control of my fortune, and I shall no longer be dependent on your hospitality. Can’t you wait until then to get me off your hands?”

      “Catherine, I can’t wait six months—not even six days.”

      “Are you run completely off your legs, then?”

      “I don’t know why you insist on using these cant phrases, young lady, but yes. You could say that. In fact, I haven’t a feather to fly with. Caldbeck will settle all my debts, forgive my mortgages and give me enough to emigrate to America.”

      “America! I have no more wish to live in America than to marry Lord Caldbeck. Surely, as my trustee, you can arrange for me to receive enough from my inheritance for me to set up a small establishment here for the next half year.”

      Ambrose leaned back in his chair and folded his plump hands across his ample midsection. Just a hint of malice glinted in his eyes. “What you do not understand, Catherine, is that you no longer have an inheritance.”

      Catherine stood for a moment dumbfounded. Then she spoke very carefully. “Do you mean to tell me that you have lost, not only your own fortune, but mine, gambling on the Funds?”

      Her uncle nodded. “On the Funds and some other…er, unfortunate investments.”

      “But…how…? You were supposed to hold that money for me—in trust—until I am five-and-twenty. How could you…?”

      “Come now. Don’t be missish. You know I had the authority to invest it.”

      “Yes, but not to gamble with it!”

      “I used it better than you would—throwing it away on those damn brats at the foundling hospital.”

      “You have bankrupted us both?”

      “That’s the long and the short of it. You may make your own decision, of course, about what to do, but I strongly recommend that you accept Caldbeck.”

      “You…you scoundrel! You have the nerve to sit there and tell me…I’ll have you before the magistrate!”

      “Little good it will do you. If I could replace the money, I wouldn’t be emigrating to some backwater in America.”

      Longing to slap the smug expression off her uncle’s face, Catherine fought for control. “You cannot make me do it!”

      Scowling, Ambrose stood and stepped around the desk. “Now see here, young lady. Caldbeck has already bought up my mortgages and is prepared to pay my creditors. He will do so on the understanding that you will wed him.”

      “You sold me!”

      “Oh, have done with your dramatics! He is expecting that you will do as we agreed. It is going to be damned awkward for me if you don’t.”

      “You should have thought of that before you created this situation.”

      Maury lifted his hand in a threatening gesture, then let it fall to his side. “Let me make your situation abundantly clear. This house no longer belongs to me. As of today you have no home, no money and no source of income.”

      Catherine stopped pacing and stood for a second as still as a statue. “You can’t be serious.”

      “I’m bloody serious. And let me tell you something else, Catherine Maury, I don’t give a damn what you do! Your aunt and I are both ready to wash our hands of you—and your bloody brats, and your temper, and your high-handed manner. Not marry indeed. You should have been wed and had a brace of children by now, but no! You must play savior to every sooty sweep’s boy, every street urchin and little thief who crosses your path. Much fortune you would have had soon, in any event, between your extravagance and your philanthropies. You may accept Caldbeck or go live on the street with your protégés. I don’t care, but you СКАЧАТЬ