Untouched Mistress. Margaret McPhee

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      ‘Mary, you are the bravest of women,’ said Mrs Weir, and patted her arm.

      Guilt turned tight in her stomach. ‘No, ma’am.’ She shook her head. ‘I am not that. Not now, not ever.’ There was a harsh misery in her voice that she could not disguise. Lord Varington had heard it, she could see it in the way that he looked at her.

      ‘You should rest,’ he said.

      She turned to him with a slight shake of the head. ‘I am fine, really, I am; besides, I must make myself ready to leave.’

      ‘To leave, Mrs McLelland?’ He raised an eyebrow.

      ‘Mary means to catch the coach to Glasgow,’ said Mrs Weir by way of explanation. ‘She is intent on continuing her journey to London…by stage’

      ‘Mr and Mrs Weir have been kind enough to agree to lend me what I need. I will, of course, return everything that I have borrowed as soon as I have found my aunt.’

      ‘You must not worry, Mary. You need return nothing. The maid will be delighted to have a new dress, and John sees that I have more than enough money,’ said Mrs Weir.

      Weir said nothing, just sat with a look of undisguised relief upon his face.

      Varington resumed his seat opposite Helena. ‘Leaving so soon, Mrs McLelland?’ She remembered that he had spoken similar words within the hallway when she had tried to flee, and that memory brought others that she did not wish to think about—Lord Varington carrying her up the staircase, Lord Varington tending her feet.

      ‘I am quite recovered and can therefore no longer impose upon Mr and Mrs Weir’s hospitality, and besides…’ Helena folded one hand over the other, keeping a firm grip on her emotions ‘…my aunt is expecting me and shall be worried over my continued absence. I do not wish to add to her concern.’

      Varington stretched out his legs and made himself comfortable within the chair. ‘Write her a letter explaining all.’

      ‘What a good idea,’ said Mrs Weir.

      Weir turned away, but not before Helena had seen the roll of his eyes.

      ‘I would rather see her in person.’

      ‘Have you no other relatives?’

      ‘No,’ said Helena, worrying just how far Lord Varington’s questioning and her lies would lead them.

      ‘And that is why you left Islay—to visit your aunt in London?’

      ‘Yes.’ Experience with Stephen had taught her it was better not to elaborate.

      ‘I know London very well. It is my usual abode, apart from when I am coaxed away under extreme duress.’ Varington smiled and glanced meaningfully towards Weir.

      Helena swallowed, knowing instinctively that he was leading up to something.

      ‘Where exactly does your aunt live?’ he asked.

      Helena had never visited London in the entirety of her life. She had not an inkling of its streets. Be sure your lies will find you out. The words whispered through her mind. ‘It is not precisely in London,’ she said, racking her brains for a village, any village in the vicinity of the capital.

      All eyes were upon her, waiting expectantly.

      Hendon was near London, wasn’t it? For once Helena wished she had taken more interest in geography. Her mind went blank. ‘Hendon,’ she said, and hoped that she had not got it wrong.

      ‘Your aunt lives in Hendon?’ There was a definite interest in Guy’s tone.

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘Do you know the place, Guy?’ asked Annabel.

      ‘Indeed,’ he said with more confidence than Helena wanted to hear. ‘I have a friend that lives there. What a coincidence.’

      Helena’s heart sank. He would ask her now her aunt’s precise direction in Hendon, and what answer could she give? She dropped her gaze, staring down at her hands and waited for his question.

      ‘And what travel arrangements have you made, Mrs McLelland?’

      She glanced up at him, surprise widening her eyes, relief flooding her veins. ‘I leave this afternoon on the one o’clock mail to Glasgow. From there I will take the stage and travel down the rest of the way.’

      ‘May I be so bold as to suggest an alternative?’

      Helena felt a stab of foreboding. ‘Please do.’

      ‘I will be returning to London myself at the end of the week. You are most welcome to travel with me.’

      It seemed that her heart had ceased to beat. ‘Thank you, my lord, you are generous to think of me, but I cannot wait so long to leave. I must find my aunt as soon as possible.’

      Mrs Weir patted Helena’s arm. ‘But it shall be so much safer to travel with Guy than by stage, won’t it, John?’

      Lord Varington crooked a sensual smile in Helena’s direction.

      There was nothing remotely safe about Lord Varington, Helena thought.

      Weir’s eyes slid to meet his friend’s.

      ‘The stage is inconveniently slow,’ said Lord Varington. ‘You do know that it will take you practically four days to make the journey, don’t you?’

      In truth, Helena had no idea how long the journey would take. She had planned to travel by stage rather than mail for the majority of the journey because it was significantly cheaper and she had no wish to indebt herself to Mr and Mrs Weir for any more than was necessary. ‘Of course,’ she lied.

      ‘I can do it in two,’ he said.

      ‘And so he can,’ added Mrs Weir, ‘it took him even less to reach us. But I imagine he would have some consideration for a lady passenger and drive a little more sedately than normal.’

      Varington laughed. ‘Indeed, I would.’

      Helena could feel the noose tightening around her. ‘There is no need to inconvenience yourself, Lord Varington. Besides, I really must reach my aunt before the end of the week. I will take the stage as I planned, and you—’ she gave a kind of breathless forced laugh ‘—may travel every bit as fast as you wish without the encumbrance of a passenger slowing you down.’

      ‘Mary!’ Mrs Weir scolded.

      ‘Then you really believe it a matter of urgency to arrive in London before Friday?’ Varington turned the full force of his gaze upon her.

      She could feel the guilty warmth in her cheeks. ‘Yes, my lord. I thank you for your offer, but you can see why it is impossible for me to accept.’

      ‘Very well.’ He nodded.

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