Lady in Waiting. Anne Herries

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СКАЧАТЬ fortunate we were to find such hospitality,’ Lady Stamford said, as they retired to their chamber to discover everything in readiness for their comfort, a warm brick passed between the sheets and a small fire in the grate. ‘Such open kindness is not often met with in strangers, Catherine. It has quite lifted my spirits and restored my faith in my fellow beings.’

      So saying, Lady Stamford removed her wig, climbed into bed and fell asleep within seconds of her head touching the goose-feather pillow.

      Catherine lay wakeful at her side for some time, listening to her aunt’s gentle snoring and the creaking in the eaves. The moaning of a dying wind was not disturbing, for in such a solid house as this there was a feeling of safety. It must have been late into the night when she heard the tread of boots along the hall and Sir Nicholas’s voice calling a cheery goodnight to his host.

      And then she slept.

      Waking at cockcrow, Catherine thought longingly of her day at home. She would have been out even now with her horses and dogs, riding the estate while the dew was still upon the ground.

      Rising from the bed in which her aunt slept on, Catherine dressed quickly and went downstairs. It was a fine day, the only signs of the storm some debris strewn upon the ground, and with luck she would be able to escape into the gardens without being seen.

      Sarah Middleton kept a good kitchen garden, with lots of soft fruit bushes, and spring vegetables beginning to push their way through the soft earth. Everything smelled so fresh and sweet after the rain, and Catherine stooped to pick one of the herbs used for cooking, rubbing it between her fingers and holding them to her nose to catch the fragrance of rosemary.

      ‘You are abroad early, Mistress Moor. I had not thought to see you here this morning.’

      Catherine jumped, swinging round guiltily to face the man who had spoken to her.

      ‘I hope I do not intrude,’ she said. ‘Perhaps I ought to have waited until we were summoned, but I looked out and was tempted. It is always my habit to rise early at home.’

      Sir Nicholas looked at her, his eyes narrowing as they moved over her with slow deliberation. His study brought a flush to her cheeks, making Catherine catch her breath. There was something so essentially masculine about him then that she was aware of a feeling that disturbed her, though she did not understand it. Why did he look at her so? It was almost as if he were undressing her with his eyes! No man had ever looked at her that way before.

      ‘Do you ride, Mistress Moor?’

      ‘Yes, every day at home.’

      ‘You will miss that at court,’ Nick told her. ‘When in the country Her Majesty sometimes hunts and those ladies skilful enough to keep up with her may be invited to join in, but in London you will find scant opportunity for a good gallop.’

      ‘I believe I shall miss it a great deal,’ Catherine replied. She raised her head, a challenge she was unaware of in her lovely eyes. He should not look at her so! ‘You also keep early hours, sir—though I think you went late to bed last night.’

      ‘Did we disturb you?’

      ‘No, no, of course not. I was not asleep,’ Catherine said quickly, a flush in her cheeks. She could not meet his eyes. He would think she was criticising him again, and indeed she had not meant to. ‘I dare say it was all the excitement of the day.’

      ‘Yes, I dare say.’ His brow wrinkled as he looked at her. ‘Perhaps…’ Whatever he was about to say was lost as Matthew Middleton appeared. ‘Ah, my good Matthew comes. I must bid you adieu, Mistress Moor, for I have promised to ride with him. I wish you a safe journey onwards.’

      Catherine inclined her head but made no comment. She envied them their early morning ride, and the thought of yet another long day in the uncomfortable carriage did nothing to raise her spirits. She found herself wishing that her aunt would be forced to delay their journey for a few more hours, and watched wistfully as the men rode out of the courtyard together.

      There was, however, to be no such delay. Their smiling hostess greeted them with a hearty breakfast of coddled eggs and fresh muffins to eat with her own honey—and the news that the carriage was repaired and awaited their pleasure.

      ‘We must thank you for your kindness,’ Lady Stamford said. ‘Should you ever wish to be presented at court you must call on me to help you.’

      ‘Lord bless us, ma’am, what should I find to do at court?’ Sarah went into a peal of good-natured laughter. ‘Our Nicholas can play the fine gentleman when the occasion calls for it, though I have always thought him a countryman at heart, but I am mightily content with my life here.’

      ‘And a very good life it is too, Mistress Middleton.’ Lady Stamford bit into a third muffin oozing with creamy butter. ‘You are fortunate in your cook, ma’am.’

      ‘Oh, I made those myself,’ Sarah said, and turned to Catherine. ‘So beautiful as you are, you’ll be certain to find a handsome husband at court, mistress—but make sure you choose a kind man, for in the end a peaceful, loving home is what makes a woman happy.’

      ‘I thank you for your good wishes, ma’am.’

      Catherine wondered if Sir Nicholas would return before they left, but in the next breath Sarah told them that the men would not come home before the evening. Catherine was conscious of a feeling of disappointment; though she did not know why she should feel anything for a man she had met but briefly and would probably never meet again. He had been pleasant enough when they met in the kitchen garden, but the image of him amongst those drunken idlers remained with her.

      ‘Well, Catherine,’ Lady Stamford said when they were settled in their carriage having said farewell to their hostess, ‘I do hope that we shall have no more adventures on the road, fortunate as this one turned out.’

      ‘We were indeed fortunate, Aunt. Sarah and Mr Middleton were generous hosts.’

      ‘And Sir Nicholas.’ Lady Stamford looked at her hard. ‘I hope you will be more disposed to greet him kindly should he decide to call upon us in London.’

      ‘I was not aware he was intending to visit London.’

      Catherine’s heart had begun to throb rather oddly as she waited for her aunt’s reply. It was most unaccountable! Why should she be so affected by the rogue?

      ‘Indeed yes. Mistress Middleton told me that the Queen’s most trusted adviser had summoned him there. Sir Nicholas was named for his father, who was a friend to Cecil. Unfortunately, the father died some three years back, having never quite recovered from a lingering illness he contracted while a prisoner in the Tower for some months during Mary’s reign, and then the untimely death of his eldest son, Harry. It was because of that friendship between Cecil and Sir Nicholas’s father that he may have a brilliant future open to him at court.’

      Catherine wrinkled her brow in thought. ‘Do you think Sir Nicholas an ambitious man, Aunt?’

      ‘All men of sense are ambitious.’

      Lady Stamford had settled into her corner, cushions at her back and a rug over her lap. She closed her eyes, leaving Catherine to stare out of the window at the countryside. Some of the land to either side of the high road was commons and grazed by animals belonging to village folk, but more often now enclosure was encroaching СКАЧАТЬ