The Second Mrs Darcy. Elizabeth Aston

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       Chapter One

      “It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single woman in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a husband.”

      Lady Brierley made this pronouncement in booming tones that brooked no disagreement. “Of course you will marry again.”

      Octavia smiled at Lady Brierley, a woman all nose, but despite her Roman appearance, very good-hearted.

      They were sitting on the verandah of the Thurloes’ house in Alipore, a suburb of Calcutta, making the most of a pleasant breeze which ruffled the huge leaves of the banana tree near the house. The hovering bearer came forward on silent bare feet to fill their cups with more fragrant Darjeeling tea.

      “I am sure you are right,” said Octavia, “but, however, I am not in possession of a good fortune. I am in possession of virtually no fortune at all.”

      “No fortune? Of course you have a fortune. Your late husband was certainly well-to-do; he had a good income, a good estate, a first wife brought him a handsome portion—and then he won a considerable amount in prize money; it was known throughout the service that Captain Darcy was a lucky captain in the matter of prizes.”

      “That is true, but he put a lot of that money into his house and estate, and both are entailed.”

      Lady Brierley narrowed her eyes. “I had heard that was the case, but I did not believe it. He had no brothers, no close relations at all; pray, who will inherit?”

      “A man called George Warren, a distant cousin.”

      “George Warren! I have heard of him, he is the son of Lord Warren, who— Well, it is all most irregular, and I am sorry for you, my dear, if you are not left in as comfortable circumstances as you might have expected.”

      “I shall have a small income, on which, with care and good management, I shall be able to live.”

      “That is hardly—” began Lady Brierley.

      Octavia smiled. “It is not as though I was brought up in affluence, I am used to making do on little.”

      “Before your marriage, you were a Melbury. Your brothers and sisters may not rank among the very rich, but they hardly have to watch every penny.”

      Which was true enough, but they certainly grudged every penny that had to be spent on Octavia. Octavia disliked her brothers and sisters—half brothers and sisters—in fact, quite as much as they disliked her. There were five of them, three sisters and two brothers. One sister married and—thankfully—living in Yorkshire, two others married and living in London—married well, by the standards of the world, although Octavia didn’t care at all for Lord Adderley, and knew Mr. Cartland to be quite under her sister’s forceful thumb.

      Her eldest brother, Sir James, the Squire of Melbury, lived in the country, at Melbury Hall, rarely left his land and stables and hounds to visit London, and took no interest in his young half sister; a person of no fortune, no consequence, no account, he would have said, if asked. Her next brother, shrewd, ambitious Arthur, always ready to point out Octavia’s failings and defects, spent most of the year in London. He was a rising politician, who sat for the family parliamentary seat of Melbury.

      Her brothers and sisters had never forgiven their father, the late Sir Clement Melbury, for remarrying, several years after his first wife had died, when he was well advanced in years. He had seven children, of whom her five half brothers and sisters were the survivors; two more children had died in infancy. What need had he to disgrace them, caught by a pretty face and a well-turned ankle, choosing to marry the daughter of a man who was hardly more than a tradesman, not even a successful London merchant, not in any great line of business, and his mousy, ill-bred wife? The daughter had been attractive, in an insipid, ordinary way, but their father had made a fool of himself, of course he had; what folly to marry a girl less than half his age, a nobody.

      They had felt nothing but relief when the second Lady Melbury died in childbirth, leaving a baby daughter, whom he had named СКАЧАТЬ