A Regency Baron's Bride. Sarah Mallory
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Название: A Regency Baron's Bride

Автор: Sarah Mallory

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Историческая литература

Серия: Mills & Boon M&B

isbn: 9781474037907

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      ‘You do not need to disclose anything further, Miss Wythenshawe—’

      ‘But I want to!’ she said quickly. ‘I thought it might help you to understand why, why I acted as I did. Why I was so rude to you when we first met.’

      ‘Very well. If you wish to talk, I will listen.’

      She paused, gathering her thoughts.

      ‘I was very excited by the thought of coming to London. The gown I was wearing the day we met was a new one. It was my only walking dress. At that time I did not know Lady Leaconham, that she would buy me another gown and positively shower me with gifts and clothes. She is so very, very generous. I was nervous, you see: so eager to make a good impression when I arrived in London that I am afraid I quite forgot my manners on the journey.’ She looked up suddenly and said with spirit, ‘You will admit, sir, that you were extremely dirty!’

      ‘I cannot deny it. I had spent a night on the moors, in the rain.’ He spoke gravely, no hint of a smile, but she perceived the softening of his look.

      ‘I thought you very ill mannered, and I was afraid that … contact with you would make my gown dusty.’

      His lips twitched.

      ‘I did much more than that, and I am very sorry for it.’

      She waved aside his apology.

      ‘If I had not been so uncivil to you—! I was puffed up with conceit, as if I had been a very fine lady, which I am not.’ She settled into her chair, determined on a full confession. ‘If you will allow me to explain: Mama is the widow of a gentleman, a very good man, but unfortunately a series of ill-judged investments meant that when he died suddenly, poor Mama was left with almost nothing and we were obliged to live with my aunt in Fallridge.’ She held up her head and added, a hint of defiance in her voice, ‘Mama and Aunt Jane earn a living with their sewing.’

      ‘Very commendable,’ remarked Daniel.

      ‘Yes, it is,’ agreed Kitty. ‘Mama used all her savings to ensure that I had an excellent education and that I learned all the accomplishments a young lady might require—dancing, singing, playing the pianoforte. I speak French excellently and know a smattering of Italian—’

      He put up his hand to stem this recital.

      ‘I have not been in Town very long, Miss Wythenshawe, but I know that many young ladies get by with far fewer accomplishments.’

      ‘Yes, but they have dowries,’ replied Kitty drily. ‘It is much easier to find a husband if one has a fortune.’

      Daniel settled himself back in his chair.

      ‘Is that why you came to London, Miss Wythenshawe, to find a husband?’

      ‘Yes. Mama taught me how to make my curtsy to a duke or to an earl, to hold my fan just so and how to address everyone, from a duchess to a dairymaid.’ She took another sip of her wine. The sweet nutty flavour of the Madeira was very pleasant and she was beginning to feel a warm glow spreading through her. ‘Everything, you see, to make me fit to marry a lord. It has been my dream since I was a very little girl.’

      ‘I fear you are aiming at the moon, Miss Wythenshawe.’

      She put up her chin.

      ‘Perhaps, but I have been given this opportunity and I must make the most of it.’

      ‘Of course.’

      A little of her certainty drained away. She said pensively, ‘I am Mama’s only hope, you see. I have to marry well, because I need my future husband to make such settlements that Mama and Aunt Jane will be able to live out the rest of their lives in comfort. Mama said it is very important that I act like a lady, because she is very particular about the sort of husband I should have.’ She saw his brows twitch together and added, ‘I know, it sounds quite ridiculous, but you see, Lord Harworth has been so kind to me that Lady Leaconham is encouraged to think an alliance might be possible and she has written to Mama to say so! And he is her nephew, so she cannot think me too unsuitable, can she?’

      ‘Is that why you went off into the woods with Harworth this afternoon?’

      Kitty nodded.

      ‘Godmama suggested I should be friendly, and it is not at all difficult, for Lord Harworth is most agreeable. He was most kind, explaining all about the park and the woods at Wormley, and the new planting he wants to do there—’ She broke off as Daniel gave a shout of laughter.

      ‘Are you telling me that he took you along that secluded path and did nothing but talk of landscaping the gardens? What a cod’s head.’

      ‘Why, yes, he—’ She broke off, her eyes widening. ‘Do you mean he should have flirted with me?’

      ‘It’s what any man would do with a pretty girl.’

      ‘Oh …’ She blushed, momentarily diverted. ‘Do—do you really think I’m pretty?’

      His eyes rested on her for a moment, a look in them that she could not interpret.

      ‘As a matter of fact, I do.’

      ‘Oh,’ she said again. ‘Well, perhaps he did flirt with me, and I didn’t know it.’ She got up and walked to the window, staring out into the yard, which despite the late hour was still bustling with activity beneath the light of a dozen flaming torches.

      ‘What did he say to you?’ he asked.

      She frowned, trying to remember.

      ‘I really cannot recall, we merely strolled along the path.’

      ‘And did he walk very close to you?’ asked Daniel.

      Kitty did not need to turn her head to know that Daniel was standing behind her; his body was only inches from her own. She could feel his presence, it made her spine tingle. She kept her eyes fixed firmly on the view from the window and forced herself to stand still.

      ‘I held his arm,’ she said carefully.

      ‘But did he at any time stop and direct your attention to the view? Like this, perhaps.’

      He rested his hands lightly on her shoulders. His touch was warm on her skin and it took all her willpower not to drop her head to one side and rub her cheek against his fingers. She was so tense she felt as brittle as glass. At any moment she might shatter. She had to struggle to answer him.

      ‘No, he did not.’

      ‘Then the man is most decidedly a fool,’ murmured Daniel.

      The vibration of his warm, deep voice was carried through his hands and into her bones. Her insides became an aching void, the ache spreading quickly into her thighs. Even her breasts felt taut. She knew she should make some flippant comment, slip out from under his hands and put distance between them, but she was no longer in control. She heard herself saying, ‘Oh, and why is that?’

      ‘Because from here it is the work of a moment to turn you, like this, and then.’

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