The Captain's Disgraced Lady. Catherine Tinley

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СКАЧАТЬ jaw dropped in shock. What an insulting thing to say, and in front of her own housekeeper! Mrs Campbell’s face remained expressionless, but Juliana knew from the brief flash of pain in her eyes that Mrs Wakely’s cruel arrow had found its mark.

      Charlotte, she saw, was equally taken aback. ‘I know how important it is to find—and to keep—good staff,’ she said softly. ‘I declare I would be lost without my own housekeeper at Chadcombe.’ She smiled gently at Mrs Campbell.

      Juliana spoke up. ‘I would be delighted if you would be so kind as to show us the portrait gallery, Mrs Campbell.’ She smiled broadly at the housekeeper, hoping to signal her outrage at Mrs Wakely’s rude behaviour.

      Mrs Campbell looked at her fully for the first time. Her eyes widened briefly, then she schooled her features into impassivity. ‘Thank you, miss.’

      Juliana followed as Mrs Campbell led them through two interconnected rooms. Why had the housekeeper looked at her with such surprise? Was she so unused to receiving kindness? Juliana could not imagine how difficult it must be to work for a mistress as coarse and unfeeling as Mrs Wakely.

      Unhooking the bunch of keys from her waist, the housekeeper unlocked the door to the portrait gallery, then stood aside while they entered.

      It was a beautiful room. Long, narrow and sunlit, with polished wooden floors and plain walls, hung with portraits amassed over three centuries. A single rosewood table stood halfway down and there was another door at the far end of the room. There was an air of peace, tranquillity and quiet tastefulness about the whole house, which did not match Mrs Wakely in the slightest.

      Juliana was forced to admit she liked Glenbrook Hall. It was a pretty estate, with farms, mature woodlands, landscaped gardens and a long sweeping drive. The house was a modest building of warm granite and large windows, with high ceilings, elegant fireplaces and tasteful design. It was also immaculately maintained—Juliana laid the credit for this at the feet of Mrs Campbell and the other staff, for it was clear Mrs Wakely had no knowledge or understanding of running a country house.

      ‘How long have you lived here, Mrs Wakely?’ she asked, curiosity finally getting the better of her. Besides, she was unable to resist the temptation to make her hostess feel a little uncomfortable.

      ‘Almost six months,’ replied Mrs Wakely. ‘I do declare it took a while for us to get used to it, rattling around in this big place. I much prefer a compact house, with only the rooms I need—though, of course, it is gratifying when guests are impressed by how large the house is.’

      Juliana blinked. Mrs Wakely continued, undaunted. ‘I have plans to change the house and to get rid of all this old furniture. We need to modernise it—the family had such old-fashioned taste! I was thinking of making everything golden. I have seen beautiful new furniture that has come from France and Mr W. and I have talked about redecorating. Of course, this war is very inconvenient—they say it will make importing what we want more difficult. Lady Shalford, you must come back next year and see what changes we have made.’

      Charlotte made a non-committal answer. Juliana hoped she would never be back, for she dreaded to think what Mrs Wakely’s ‘modernising’ would do to this lovely house. And to describe the conflict with Napoleon as ‘inconvenient’ was nothing short of insulting to the soldiers and their families, as well as to the relatives of those who had been lost in war—like Juliana’s own father.

      It also showed a lack of sensitivity to those who lived near the battlefields. This time, the armies had moved close to Brussels and Juliana dreaded to think of what might happen to her friends and acquaintances who still resided there.

      ‘Mrs Campbell, who are these people?’ In an attempt to divert her hostess from pressurising Charlotte, Juliana stopped randomly in front of a family portrait. It looked like a Reynolds, and showed a man, woman and child in an outdoor setting, Glenbrook Hall in the distance.

      ‘Ah, that is my master and mistress, and the young master,’ said Mrs Campbell warmly.

      ‘Indeed?’ said Charlotte with interest. ‘He was a baron, I understand?’

      ‘He was. Lord Cowlam, though the line died out with him.’

      Charlotte looked perplexed. ‘But, his son...?’

      ‘When Napoleon started attacking all over Europe, nothing would do for the young master but that he must volunteer. Master Jack was always headstrong, especially after his mother died. He was killed in Spain, I believe, or France. The master went into a decline after that.’

      ‘How sad!’ Another of the thousands of families affected by war and by Napoleon’s thirst for glory. Juliana looked at the portrait carefully. They all looked so happy. The man was smiling broadly, his blue eyes brimming with energy and joy. The woman was beautiful, with soft brown eyes and an air of serenity. Juliana liked to think of them happy together in this house. She looked at the child. He had his mother’s brown eyes and was looking innocently at her.

      ‘When did the Baron die?’ Charlotte, Juliana saw, was also intrigued by the sad tale.

      ‘Nearly two years ago, milady.’ Mrs Campbell spoke with heavy sorrow. ‘We never expected him to live on after Master Jack died. In the end, it was twenty years, though he was never the same. We did our best to look after him, and to look after the house and the estate, but we couldn’t replace what he had lost.’

      Mrs Wakely was frowning at the direction the conversation had taken. ‘But, as I always say, good comes out of bad, for if the old Baron’s son had lived, then Mr W. and I would not have inherited.’ Juliana frowned, noticing Mrs Campbell’s distress at her mistress’s words. Really, the woman had no tact or sensitivity!

      ‘Indeed, Mrs Wakely,’ Charlotte said coolly. ‘And has your inheritance been confirmed?’

      ‘Er...well, you know how these things are... Lawyers will be forever putting obstacles in the way of justice.’

      ‘Obstacles?’ queried Juliana, exchanging a wicked glance with Charlotte. This sounded interesting.

      ‘Yes, you know the sort of thing...’ Mrs Wakely waved a plump arm vaguely. ‘Other claimants that nobody can find. They will turn out not to exist, I am sure of it. And then the lawyers will give me my full inheritance and allow me to redecorate.’

      ‘So it is you, and not your husband, who is related to the Baron?’ asked Juliana, though she already knew the answer.

      ‘I am, indeed, and it has been verified. My grandmother and his grandmother were first cousins, you know. And I was never so shocked as on the day I found out that I was gentry! For—this will surprise you to know, milady—’ she laid a plump hand on Charlotte’s arm ‘—I was not raised as such. When I got the letter I was so shocked I could barely take it in and I had to ask my dear friend Mr Wakely to explain it to me!’

      Charlotte ridded herself of Mrs Wakely’s touch by the simple expedient of raising her own hand to touch the plain gold locket around her neck. ‘So you and Mr Wakely were not married at that point?’

      ‘We were not—he was a regular customer at the tavern where I worked. The inn, I mean, not “tavern”! Tavern sounds altogether too common! A very high-class, select inn, it was, milady. Anyway, I had no idea he was harbouring such warm feelings for me. He had kept his love for me secret, for fear of rejection, you know!’ She sighed dramatically. ‘But he helped me through all the dealings with the lawyers—and СКАЧАТЬ