The Midnight Rake. Anabelle Bryant

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СКАЧАТЬ only eight months ago.” Aubry’s voice trembled as she whispered the words. Then with silent reserve, she replaced the watch inside her sister’s purse and cinched the drawstrings with more force than necessary. The action seemed to compose her unsettled emotions. When again she spoke, her voice sounded even. “I am afraid we have no other choice. We have a problem to solve. We need to locate someone.”

      “My dear, you must reveal the person’s name so I may help you. I am traveling to the family townhouse where my son is in residence. We can enlist his aid in resolving your quandary. I’m only privy to the discussions traded in the retiring room, but young men have their fingers on the pulse of the city. My son is most dutiful. I am certain he will assist you, as will I.” She laughed at the girl’s brightened expression, her face beaming with anxious questions.

      “Truly?” Aubry’s eyes twinkled with excitement. “If somehow you could assist Penelope in gaining entry to social engagements, I’m sure our problem will be solved. Once she finds—” She stalled midsentence and took a shortened breath before restarting. “Once Penelope is able to mix with society, things will be much better.”

      Victoria eyed the girl with speculative curiosity. “Of course, I insist you both stay with me while we iron out this little dilemma. I am happy for the company. My daughter, Julia, is currently away from home and I miss her dearly. Having the two of you in house will be splendid companionship.” She leaned forward and clasped Aubry’s hand in an affectionate gesture.

      “That sounds wonderful, but I am not sure my sister…” Aubry slid her eyes toward Penelope in confirmation she remained asleep. “Perhaps we should wait until Penny wakes up.”

      No longer speaking in a whisper, Victoria wondered if the girl attempted to rouse her sister with the suggestion. Aubry’s precocious nature proved both charming and endearing. Victoria smiled with pleasure, determined to help the ladies.

      “Not to worry about your sister. I imagine she would feel relieved to have this problem solved.” Victoria paused, although she had no intention of allowing Aubry to refuse. When no objection was voiced, she could not be more pleased. “So it’s all decided. Imagine how surprised your sister will be when she awakes to discover one of her concerns settled. Now let me tell you about my son, Phineas. He is a handsome, dashing gentleman who knows all the very best people in London.”

      Phineas Betcham, Viscount Fenhurst, stood on the grassy banks of the Tyburn tributary hoping to catch a fish or two before completing the journey to his London townhouse. The sport was intended to relax him, but today it caused the opposite effect as Phin’s thoughts lingered on his sister Julia, now residing in Brighton after a decision to take a brief holiday. He hoped his mother’s suggestion of a change of scenery provided the cure for Julia’s heartache. Having returned from depositing Julia safely with their aunt and uncle, he impulsively chose to spend the late morning angling rather than travel the final distance home.

      The dank murkiness of the Tyburn presented a pale comparison to the crystal blue waters of Brighton. Still for all its pretty scenery, he doubted the city’s charm would mend his sister’s broken heart. And while he knew Lord Winton well enough and certainly never heard a disreputable word attached to his title, there was absolutely no explaining the man’s sudden decision to sever ties with Julia. The two had all but announced their betrothal. Winton’s sudden change in sentiment seemed odd; the display of contrary emotion offering Phineas another reason to remain unencumbered and thoroughly entrenched in bachelorhood.

      His sister deserved some type of explanation to soothe her disappointment over Winton’s illogical dismissal. The gentleman’s abrupt drop from society could only be labeled dishonorable. Julia pleaded with him to discover what caused Winton’s fickle change of heart and while Phin endeavored to keep free of personal entanglements, he would be hard pressed to watch his sister suffer unnecessarily. With reluctance, he’d agreed to pursue the man on his sister’s behalf in hope of extracting an accounting for his recent behavior.

      Phineas adjusted the drum of the reel and secured the wooden lace bobbin, casting as far into the waters as possible, the skittering noise of his line advancing as it arched through the sky a familiar sound. He rubbed the lucky penny in his trouser pocket, but luck was not his.

      After an hour of similar failure, Phin conceded. He’d had no success and snapped his fishing rod when it caught on an unexpected quagmire. In a darker mood than earlier, he sunk into the leather squabs of his carriage and signaled to the driver with a sharp rap to the ceiling. He wished for nothing more than the sweet solitude he’d find upon arriving home. His mother remained at their country estate, Betcham Manor. His father had embarked on a grand tour months before and would continue his travels indefinitely. The allure of absolute quiet, a late supper and the respite to be found in his large bed, tempted with idyllic suggestion. He eased back against the cushions and relaxed, anticipating the peacefulness awaiting him at home.

      Restlessness became his enemy and at last he arrived. Too anxious for the footman’s arrival, Phin’s boots hit the pavement before the carriage stopped in the drive. He bounded up the stone steps leading to the main entrance and barely reached the brass knob before the door flew wide, his butler present on the other side. The servant’s perturbed expression gave Phineas immediate pause.

      “What is it, Jenkins?” The man’s usual conviviality appeared absent.

      “Your mother, my lord.”

      Phineas pushed into the marble-laid foyer, his eyes sweeping from wall to wall in uncertainty. “Is everything alright?” His voice was laced with concern. “Has a message arrived? Is there news of which I need to be made aware?”

      The butler cleared his throat and leaned forward a fraction. “Your mother is here. She is currently upstairs. The household did not expect Her Grace’s arrival and I am afraid the sudden visit has upended the staff.”

      “Jenkins, you alarmed me. Have a care.” Phineas relaxed, shrugging out of his waistcoat to hand to the servant. Then brushing a palm down his face, he exhaled fully. “Surely my mother’s unexpected arrival should not discomfort the staff. The house has been kept aright and I’ve only been gone a fortnight. What seems to be the trouble?”

      “She has arrived with houseguests, my lord. And…” Jenkins swallowed with palpable hesitation.

      “Out with it.” Phin’s patience evaporated along with his envisioned tranquility. He wanted nothing more than the solitude of his bedchamber, and now the option had been taken from him. He’d be forced to show for dinner with his mother in house. She would desire a full accounting of his trip to Brighton. He could only conclude her sudden decision to journey into London had been prompted by her need for company while Julia remained on holiday.

      But wait, didn’t Jenkins mention she’d arrived with companions? Phin released a disappointed groan. The only thing making a long dinner worse was forcing a mood of congeniality when all he desired was a good night’s rest.

      A high pitched squawk from above stairs interrupted his dismal conclusions.

      “No.” Phineas’ eyes flared with the realization. “Jenkins?”

      “Yes, my lord,” The butler shook his head in forbiddance, confirming his master’s assumption. “Her Grace brought the parrot.”

      Phin didn’t trust a reply. His mother’s pet parrot was a veritable nuisance. Not only did the bird’s incessant screeching guarantee all household decorum would be lost, but the pest had taken an unnatural dislike to him. The feelings were mutual. One look at the red macaw guaranteed the onset of a severe megrim.

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