Miss Cameron's Fall from Grace. Helen Dickson

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      He did not seem surprised or insulted. Undaunted, he lifted his brows quizzically, a twist of humour about his beautifully moulded lips. ‘This is a crushing moment, my love. I have been called some unflattering things in my life, but I have never been called a toad,’ he murmured, chuckling deep as he walked her back down the aisle.

      The wedding feast had been a strained affair and passed quickly. The bride and groom were now about to depart on their journey to Cornwall. Standing in the hall Delphine was indeed living as in a nightmare. Only two of her sisters, Rose and Fern, had been present at the ceremony—although she had seen little of them since the morning of her return following her night with Lord Fitzwaring. She suspected that her mother had purposely kept them away from her lest she contaminate her precious darlings with her loose morals.

      Her two older sisters were married and lived too far away to attend the wedding at such short notice. The twins had looked on in bewilderment, with no knowledge of what had transpired between their younger sister and the handsome soldier. They were so perfect, so fragile and dainty, with pale silk hair and rose-tinted skin, both dressed in identical gowns of the palest cream. Their eyes were an incredible bright blue, their mouths soft and tremulous. They were innocent and had perfect manners—in fact, they were everything Delphine was not and they were to marry into the aristocracy a few months hence.

      Lord and Lady Cameron doted on their beautiful identical twins. All her life Delphine had longed for her parents to look at her the way they looked at Rose and Fern. Their haste to see her gone from the house was almost too painful to bear.

      Now she bade farewell to the servants and family retainers who had gathered to say goodbye and offer their salutations and, unexpectedly, a few tears. She was particularly sad to bid goodbye to her Aunt Celia, who would miss both her and her help at the orphanage terribly. A level-headed woman who was usually in control of herself and any situation, she had been made privy to the circumstances that had brought about this hasty marriage. Aunt Celia’s usually stern face broke into a kindly smile and her eyes filled with tears.

      ‘God bless you, my dear,’ she said, embracing her tenderly. ‘I’m going to miss you for more reasons than you know. I am so proud of you.’

      ‘Proud of me?’ Delphine said sadly. ‘How can that be when I have disgraced you all?’

      Celia smiled at her gently. ‘Nonsense. Sometimes a girl cannot help the things that happen to her. She is just a victim of circumstance.’

      ‘Or of a particular soldier,’ Delphine murmured sadly.

      Celia laughed softly. ‘Yes, or of a soldier. But at least your Colonel Fitzwaring is a handsome soldier. When my dear brother told me of your predicament and said a colonel in Wellington’s army was to blame, I had cause to worry. I had visions of him being old and ugly and lecherous. I am relieved to find he is none of those things. I think he is quite magnificent. The donation he made to the orphanage was generous indeed.’

      Delphine was genuinely surprised to hear this. When he had offered her payment for her services and she had suggested he make a donation to the orphanage, she had truly thought he would ignore her request. ‘I had no idea—although I’m ashamed when I think of the way it came about.’

      ‘Don’t be. It is done and life goes on.’ Celia gave her a final embrace. ‘Now you must go. You have a long journey ahead of you. Promise to write to me as soon as you get to Cornwall. I want to know all about your new home.’

      ‘I will, I promise—and please send me all the news about the children. You will keep a watch over Maisie, won’t you, Aunt Celia?’

      ‘I shall.’

      ‘And if anything should happen—if you have cause to feel concern for her safety—you will let me know.’

      ‘Yes. Now go along with you. I’m sure there are some poor souls in Cornwall in need of your care, Delphine.’

      Delphine was hard put to restrain herself. Her throat was sore and her chest tight. She said goodbye to her sisters and her stony-faced parents. There was no appeal she could make. They did not touch her or tell her that they loved her. She turned aside hastily and strode away, for her husband awaited her in front of the house.

      Inside the confines of the coach she felt miserable and alone. Her eyes stung as they left London behind. So much was bottled up inside her; now it seemed too much. It was choking her. She was a tight bubble of misery being squeezed and ready to burst at any time, but she would remain intact. She would weep no more.

      The coach made good speed. Appearing to loathe the prospect of being alone with Delphine in the coach, Stephen, preferring to accompany Mr Oakley on horseback, was mounted on a huge black beast, its glossy black coat gleaming with every ripple of its muscles.

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