Pride in Regency Society. Sarah Mallory

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СКАЧАТЬ you could reform him? Impossible, madam: you cannot tame a tiger, only cage him. If he was truly changed, how could he leave you so soon after your marriage?’

      She shook her head. ‘No,’ she protested. ‘I shall not listen to you!’

      ‘But you must! He tricked you, Eve. He never really loved you. Had he done so, he could not have left you. How could any man leave you?’ He pulled her back against him and murmured in her ear, ‘You love Makerham, and you need never leave it. You can stay here, run it as you have always done. We will marry, of course, as soon as that is possible, but until then, we can be…discreet.’

      Eve fought down her growing panic. His grip on her arms was like iron, biting into her flesh. She knew she could not free herself by force. She must stay calm if she was to escape. She said in a low voice, ‘Please, Cousin. This is all so, so unexpected. My thoughts are in turmoil.’

      ‘Of course. I should not have spoken yet.’ She felt his lips on the back of her neck. ‘Off you go, my dear. We will talk more of this later.’

      Eve forced herself to walk slowly out of the room, her back rigid with fear, as though there were some wild animal behind her, ready to pounce. As soon as she reached the hall she picked up her skirts and fled to her room, trying to blot out the memory of Bernard’s mouth upon her skin.

      Eve changed her gown and at the dinner hour she made her way down to the drawing room with some trepidation. She was relieved to find only the housekeeper awaiting her. ‘Mrs Harding, I must get away from Makerham.’

      ‘Away from the new master, you mean.’

      The blunt statement made Eve smile.

      ‘His intentions ar

      e—ultimately—honourable.’

      Mrs Harding gave a scornful laugh. ‘Aye. He’ll have to marry you if he is to get Monkhurst.’

      ‘I beg your pardon?’

      ‘I heard him talking to Lawyer Didcot when he came to read the will.’ The housekeeper flushed slightly. ‘I needed to pick some rosemary from the bush outside the study window, so I couldn’t help but overhear, mistress. He questioned Mr Didcot very closely, he did, about who would get Monkhurst now you was married. Mr Didcot said of course he wasn’t at liberty to discuss the marriage settlement, but he could tell him that Monkhurst was secured on you and your heirs. Unless you died without issue,’ she continued, her brow furrowed in concentration. ‘Then of course it would go directly to your husband. It seems Bernard was hoping it might revert to the family, but as Lawyer Didcot explained to him, it belonged to your mama’s family, the Winghams, and was never part of the entail.’

      ‘But why should he want Monkhurst? The house has been shut up for years, since Mama died, in fact.’

      Mrs Harding spread her hands. ‘Mayhap ’tis greed, Miss Eve. He wants everything.’

      ‘Well he shall not have it,’ declared Eve. ‘Any more than he shall have me!’

      Mrs Harding put up her hand. ‘Hush now, dearie, I hear his step in the hall. And you need not look so anxious, I am not about to leave you alone with that man.’

      The housekeeper was as good as her word, and after an uncomfortable dinner Eve made her excuses to retire to her room. There she was careful to make sure her door was locked securely. She crept into her bed and lay rigidly beneath the covers.

      It was little more than a week since she had tried to cheat sleep and stay awake each night to think about Nick Wylder, to go over their conversations, relive their moments together. Since the news of Nick’s death, when her whole being ached for the oblivion of sleep, it would not come. But at least now, following Bernard’s sudden declaration, she could spend the long, sleepless night making her plans.

      Early the next day she summoned Granby to the morning room, and when he came in she began without preamble. ‘Granby, I am leaving Makerham.’

      ‘Ah. We go to Yorkshire, ma’am?’

      ‘No. I plan to go to Monkhurst.’

      ‘Monkhurst! But, that’s impossible!’

      ‘It is very possible,’ she replied crisply. ‘The marriage settlement is quite clear; Monkhurst remains my own.’

      ‘But surely it would be better for you to be under the protection of the master’s family.’

      ‘No, why should it? My grandfather provided for me very well in his will, and Mr Didcot assures me that it will not be affected by my—my widowhood. I am dependent upon no one, Mr Granby.’

      ‘Of course, ma’am. But—’

      ‘My mind is made up.’

      The valet stared at her, his usually impassive countenance betraying his consternation. ‘I pray you, mistress, reconsider. You said yourself Monkhurst has not been lived in for the past ten years! It—it could be derelict. Allow me to escort you to Yorkshire. You will be made very welcome, and—’

      ‘Now why should you be so horrified at the thought of Monkhurst?’ she asked him. ‘It is my own property, after all. I lived there with Mama and Papa for the first few years of my life. And as for being derelict, no such thing! I was used to help Grandpapa with the accounts and I know he is still paying the housekeeper and her husband to look after the house. I shall feel more comfortable amongst my own people, under the present circumstances.’

      ‘Of course, ma’am, but surely—’

      ‘Yes?’ There was a touch of impatience in her voice now.

      The valet bowed his head. ‘I am sorry, madam, if you think I speak out of turn, but the master would want you to go to his family.’

      ‘But the master is not here.’ She was not able to keep the tremor from her voice.

      ‘No, ma’am, but—’

      ‘Enough, Mr Granby. My mind is made up. Since you returned from Hastings in the travelling carriage I should like to use it to go to Monkhurst. You may use the baggage wagon to take Captain Wylder’s trunks on to Yorkshire. I shall ensure you have sufficient funds for the journey.’

      ‘No, ma’am.’

      ‘I beg your pardon?’

      Granby tilted up his head, his chin jutting obstinately. ‘I cannot leave you, Mrs Wylder. The master would never forgive me. I mean,’ he added hastily, ‘if you are going to Monkhurst, then I should like to come with you, mistress. I could be useful to you. As a courier, perhaps, or a steward at Monkhurst.’

      ‘A steward! Do you know anything about such matters?’

      ‘I sailed with the captain for years, madam, and only became his valet when he left the sea. I know a great deal more than how to dress a gentleman, and I cannot like the idea of you and Martha travelling so far without a man.’

      Eve regarded his solid figure. ‘I confess it would be a comfort to have a manservant with me.’

      A look of relief flashed in his eyes. He bowed. ‘Then it is settled. Mrs СКАЧАТЬ