Regency Surrender: Defiant Lords. Anne Herries

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      John looked at his sister and nodded. He was very much under her influence, Sarah realised. If Francesca gave the new governess her approval, half the battle would be won.

      They were talking excitedly about what they wanted at their picnic. Sarah smiled inwardly while helping herself to a dainty almond comfit. This was exactly how she saw family life in the country and she was enjoying herself. However, she knew the battle was not yet won. At the moment the children were getting their own way and were therefore prepared to be amenable, but at the first hint of authority they might change like the wind.

      Sarah was very conscious of being scrutinised by Lord Myers. She felt that he did not know what to make of her and was taking his time in deciding. Sarah found herself wishing that she was the governess she professed to be, because she wanted to stay here and be a part of this charmed circle.

      A little shiver started at the nape of her neck as she imagined what they would say and think if they knew she was the rich Miss Hardcastle escaping from the pursuit of an overeager suitor. Would they feel betrayed or angry? Of course they would, because she’d lied to get her position here. She had no qualifications for her position as a governess, other than the fact that she had herself been schooled by an excellent governess and spent two years at a finishing school for young ladies.

      Sarah hoped that Lord Myers would not discover just how expensive her school had been, because he would wonder how the daughter of a mine manager could afford the fees.

      ‘Will you teach me to waltz?’

      Francesca brought her mind back to the present. ‘I shall do my best and when you’re ready you may practise with your tutor.’

      ‘My tutor?’ Francesca gave a little laugh. ‘Lord Myers is my cousin,’ she said, making the situation clearer. ‘Grandfather is his uncle.’

      ‘We are second cousins,’ Lord Myers told her. ‘Your mother was my cousin.’

      ‘Oh...’ Francesca nodded. ‘It’s the same thing. My last governess told me that all the aristocracy were part of the cousinry—everyone is related to everyone else through marriage, if not by blood.’

      ‘I’ve heard it said.’ Lord Myers inclined his head. ‘I’m not sure it’s true—though many are related in some way. You don’t have a male cousin, Francesca. I’m your nearest male relative apart from your grandfather. I have a married sister. Have you met Lady Meadows at all?’

      Francesca shook her head. ‘Grandfather asked her to stay last Christmas, but she refused.’

      ‘Jane was having her first child at about that time. She had been married just over a year and wanted to rest to make certain there were no accidents.’

      ‘Will she come for my birthday dance?’

      Francesca’s expression was uncertain, a little pleading, and Sarah’s heart went out to her. She was surely in need of female company and advice.

      ‘I shall certainly ask.’ He looked thoughtful. ‘You must not worry, Francesca. In a few months you will be out and you’ll meet lots of people—ladies and gentlemen.’

      ‘It’s so long to wait.’

      ‘You must learn patience,’ he said. ‘A properly brought-up young lady does not expect everything to happen to suit her. It will not be like that when you are married.’

      ‘If I ever marry,’ Francesca said and sighed.

      ‘You will when you’re ready,’ Sarah assured her. ‘Marriage is to be expected and hoped for in your case, Francesca—but there is no hurry. You should enjoy being courted and meeting people. Once you’re out there will be dances and lots of exciting things to do. One day you will fall in love and marry the man of your dreams.’

      ‘My last governess said I should be required to marry for money and position.’ Francesca tossed her head defiantly, as if to challenge them.

      ‘Why should you? I think that was a foolish thing to say. A girl like you will be able to take your pick. When you are invited into society you will meet lots of gentlemen, and I’m sure you’ll find one that will make you happy, if you give yourself time. Do not throw yourself away on the first to ask you.’

      ‘Have you been asked more than once?’

      ‘Yes, several times...’ Sarah answered without thinking. ‘I refused because...I wasn’t in love.’

      ‘Love?’ Lord Myers snorted his disgust. ‘Marriage is for property and money, Francesca. Do not expect too much from life and you will not be disappointed.’

      ‘Is that true, Miss Goodrum?’

      All eyes turned to her and Sarah felt warm. She guessed that her cheeks were very pink.

      ‘Money and property are useful, but I would prefer to live in a cottage with a man I loved than be a fine lady in a manor.’

      She had given her pupil a false impression by implying that she cared nothing for money. Her own situation was entirely different—and yet she would not advise marrying for position alone.

      ‘Of course having money is very useful,’ she added conscientiously.

      ‘I think I shall marry for love. I want more than just a convenient arrangement,’ Francesca announced and her head went up as if defying her cousin to challenge her.

      ‘I think you are wise. You should think carefully before committing yourself.’

      ‘I shall not marry unless I fall in love.’

      ‘You cannot throw yourself away on an adventurer,’ Sarah said. ‘But I would hold your heart in reserve until you find someone who will show you love rather than mere affection.’

      Francesca was silent, but obviously thoughtful. Lord Myers was frowning, perhaps shocked by the new governess’s unconventional opinions. Sarah realised that she was speaking her mind, but perhaps in a way that might not benefit her pupil.

      ‘Of course you would wish your husband to be a gentleman and of reasonable fortune.’

      ‘So love in a cottage might not be everything after all?’

      Lord Myers threw her a mocking look that stung Sarah. She wanted to retort sharply, but decided she had been indiscreet enough for one day and merely inclined her head, as if acknowledging his hit.

      * * *

      After tea, Sarah asked to be taken up to the schoolroom and both Francesca and John accompanied her, leaving Lord Myers to do whatever gentlemen did until it was time to change for dinner.

      Sarah glanced at some of the work her pupils had done, thought it uninspired and dull, but made no comment. They looked at the books that had been provided and she shook her head over the lack of history and literature.

      ‘Does the marquess have a library here?’

      ‘There are shelves of books,’ Francesca said. ‘The last tutor spent most of his time there and told us it was СКАЧАТЬ