From Governess to Society Bride. Helen Dickson

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      ‘When you had left, I was afraid I might have been too harsh and it was unforgivable of me to ask you to leave so abruptly.’

      For a moment Eve was too stunned to speak. ‘And now? Are you willing to listen to me and consider seriously my application?’ she managed to say in response.

      ‘Yes, I am, but I am a cautious man and there are many aspects to consider.’

      She shot a glance at him beneath her lashes, and because he seemed to be genuinely interested and approachable for the first time, she continued haltingly, ‘Before…we go any further, I… would like you to know that I don’t usually go around knocking on gentlemen’s doors. Yours was the first and will definitely be the last.’

      He grinned, his features relaxing. ‘I’m relieved to hear it.’

      Lucas folded his arms casually across his chest. She was standing with her back to the door, surveying him with a steady gaze. For a moment he was taken aback by the sheer magnetism of her presence. She was dressed in a riding habit of midnight blue velvet, her hair arranged in glossy twists and curls about her well-shaped head that made it look like a beacon of light, and in that room of gentle shades she was a vibrant reminder that life went on.

      Hers was a dangerous kind of beauty, for she had the power to touch upon a man’s vulnerability with a flash of her dark blue eyes. Holding his gaze with her challenging stare and quietly determined manner, she crossed towards him with a smooth fluid grace and he felt suddenly exposed. He was staring at her, he realised, but he couldn’t help himself. He was unsure why he was so quick to anger when he was with her. Perhaps unlike so many other women—excluding Maxine—she refused to be intimidated or impressed by him. Maybe she even disliked him a little. The thought hurt.

      Their eyes met, measuring each other up, thoughtfully, calculating, aware of the differences in their backgrounds, but aware, too, of a personal interaction.

      ‘It seems I am in your debt, Mrs Brody, and I apologise for not having thanked you before now.’

      ‘Thanked me? For what?’

      ‘You took care of Miss Lacy when she was feeling unwell, the day you met in the park, and took the trouble to see her and the children home safely.’

      Eve smiled. ‘I merely did what any caring citizen would have done.’

      ‘It was a kindness. Thank you. Now, about our last meeting—’

      ‘You were angry and harsh,’ she cut in. ‘But now you have had time to consider what I proposed, I hope you realise there was some sense in it.’

      He nodded. ‘What you propose does make sense—even though it would be a temporary arrangement. In that I thank you for being honest with me.’

      ‘That is my way. I come from a proud family with background and tradition, and respectability.’ She smiled slightly. ‘I do not underestimate your intelligence and knew full well when I went to see you that you wouldn’t agree to my proposition outright. Anything you wish to know about me you only have to ask Beth and William Seagrove.’

      ‘I would like you to tell me why you think I should employ you, Mrs Brody, what desirable attributes you possess that makes you so certain you are capable of looking after my daughters.’

      ‘Well, I am intelligent and sensible and I excel at whatever I put my mind to. I am well read and speak French and Latin and a little Greek—and I sew a fine seam.’ She smiled, a smile that lit up her eyes. ‘I am also good with children, which surely is what you are looking for in the person you employ. I would look forward to getting to know them. They are quite adorable.’

      ‘They are?’

      He seemed surprised by her remark, which Eve thought strange. ‘Don’t you think so?’

      ‘Children are children, Mrs Brody.’

      ‘Not when they are your own.’

      He looked at her with narrowed eyes. ‘You—know that I am divorced from their mother—that she walked out on both me and her children?’

      ‘Yes, and for what it’s worth I am sorry. It—must have been a very difficult time for you.’ Her look was one of understanding. ‘I am offering you a way out, Lord Stainton, and I promise that if you are willing to admit me into your household, when the time comes for me to leave it will be done in such a way as to cause Sophie and Abigail minimum distress.’

      Lucas was studying her with interest. He had seen the smile flicker across her eyes and the expression had caught his full attention. For a moment they considered each other thoughtfully before Eve looked away. He was a very handsome man.

      ‘When can you start?’ Lucas asked suddenly.

      ‘Start?’

      ‘Your full-time employment.’

      It was said diffidently, but the effect it had on Eve was quite dramatic. Her face, as she stared at her new employer, was young, full of disbelief and a shining hope, showing how much she had wanted this position. ‘Why—I—I hadn’t thought,’ she uttered haltingly, ‘but I suppose I could start right away. When is Sarah—Miss Lacy leaving?’

      ‘Two days, so it does not give you much time. Come to the house tomorrow—we will discuss your wages and Miss Lacy will familiarise you with things you need to know. You will have full charge of Sophie and Abigail. I want to leave for my home in Oxfordshire four days hence, so there will be preparations to make. It will be a short visit—time enough for me to assess what needs to be done since I have not visited the estate for some time.’

      ‘And the children?’

      ‘Are to come with me. A jaunt in the country—the country air and all that—will do them good. You, of course, will accompany them.’

      ‘And my daughter?’ Eve asked tentatively, realising that she had failed to mention Estelle and that he might consider it inappropriate for the nursemaid’s daughter to be in the company of his own. ‘As much as I want to look after your children, Lord Stainton, I will not be parted from my daughter.’

      ‘And I would not expect you to be. She can occupy the nursery with Sophie and Abigail. I remember they got on rather well.’

      ‘Yes—yes, they did.’

      ‘Good,’ he said, striding to the door, where he turned and looked back at her. ‘Good day, Mrs Brody. I shall expect to see you at my house in the morning at ten o’clock.’

      Eve arrived at Lord Stainton’s house the following morning with Estelle. They were expected and admitted by a footman, who immediately went to inform his lordship of their arrival.

      The tap of decisive, familiar footsteps warned Eve of Lord Stainton’s approach. Turning quickly, she watched him cross the hall towards her. He smiled, a smile that took her breath away, his pale blue eyes meeting hers.

      ‘I hope I’m not late,’ she said hurriedly, nervous now he was her employer.

      ‘You are on time. I always make СКАЧАТЬ