His Lordship's Desire. Joan Wolf

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      “You must sit down with Billings and go over the estate books,” Lady Sherwood said to her son as the soup course was served. “I think he is a good man, but your papa was scrupulous about keeping up with all of the estate accounts. I believe there is also something that needs to be done with the property in Derbyshire.”

      How different my life is going to be, Alex thought. All my life, all I wanted was to be a soldier. Now that’s over and I’m an earl. He let his eyes roam around the familiar but somehow strange-looking room. Then he looked back at his mother.

      “I’ll talk to him, Mama,” he said.

      Lady Standish gave him a grateful smile. “It is so good to have you home, my son.”

      “Alex said he would get me a new pony, Mama,” Maria said. “Candy is too dangerous.”

      “Good, good,” said Lady Standish. “We can’t have you breaking your bones, Maria.”

      “What do you think is going to happen in France, Alex?” Mrs. Sherwood asked.

      Alex looked at her. She was still very attractive but she had never been the beauty her daughter was. “We have Napoleon on the ropes, ma’am,” he replied. “He is going to have to abdicate.”

      “Does that mean the king will come back?” Diana asked.

      Alex turned his eyes to her. She was dressed in a simple ivory evening dress that set off the pure white of her skin. It gave him a shock of physical pleasure just to look at her. She was even more beautiful than the image he had carried in his heart for all those years. “He said Louis has been waiting patiently in England for this chance for a long time.”

      “Well, I hope they set up a government more like ours, with a parliament that gives the people some power,” Diana said. “It would be a shame for France to have gone through all it has only to end up with the same old Bourbons again.”

      Alex smiled at her. “Still a revolutionary, eh Dee?”

      “I wouldn’t call it revolutionary to wish for a governing parliament,” Diana replied soberly.

      “I don’t think France will ever be the same again,” Alex said. “The revolution has left its mark, that’s for certain.”

      “Well, I think that’s a good thing,” Diana replied decidedly.

      Sally said, “When do you think we can leave for London, Mama?”

      “I would like to have our ball before the end of April,” Lady Standish replied. “That means we will have to be in London several weeks earlier, to make plans and to buy clothes.”

      Sally smiled. She had golden curls and sky-blue eyes like Alex. She said now, “It is going to be such fun, isn’t it, Diana?”

      Diana smiled back. “Yes, it is.”

      “What’s all this about a ball?” Alex said.

      “We must have a ball to introduce the girls to society,” his mother said. “You will be the host, of course.”

      He frowned. “I don’t know about this, Mama. I’ve been away at war for the last three years. I don’t know anything about balls.”

      “You won’t have to do a thing,” his mother assured him. “Louisa and I will do it all. All you need to do is be there and stand in the receiving line with us. Oh, and dance with each of the girls, of course. And with as many other ladies as you can.”

      Alex’s frown remained. “I had no idea when you called me home that I was going to be thrust into the middle of London’s social whirl.”

      “It is your proper place,” his mother said. “You are the head of the family now, Alex. You have responsibilities.”

      I know I do, he thought a little grimly. I just didn’t think that one of them was going to be to help Dee find a husband.

      The following week was a whirlwind of activity for Alex. His estate agent, John Billings, took him all over the property belonging to Standish Court and pointed out the things that needed to be taken care of. His banker came from London and spent many hours going over his assets and encumbrances.

      The late Lord Standish had been a prudent man and the estate was in good financial order. His mother had a widow’s jointure and use of the dower house should she want it. His brothers and sisters were Alex’s responsibility, but there was ample money to fund the boys’ educations and the girls’ come-outs into society.

      In fact, Alex was a very wealthy man.

      Mr. Billings had a few pet projects—like a canal on the Derbyshire estate—that he had been trying to get the late earl to invest in, and he brought them up to Alex, who put him off, promising to think about them.

      Alex drove over to Oxford and Eton to visit his two younger brothers, who each managed to cadge ten pounds off of him.

      By the end of the week, the whole family was as comfortable with Alex as if he had never gone away. Everyone, that is, except Diana.

      He had tried numerous times to be alone with her, but she had not cooperated. She didn’t want to take a ride with him; she didn’t want to take a walk out to the lake with him; she didn’t even want to go with him to look at a new pony for Maria.

      It was very frustrating.

      He even stooped to trying to stir up a little sympathy from her by remarking that the damp weather was bothering his wound. She simply gave him a brilliant, dark-eyed stare. “What a shame,” she said, and walked away.

      It didn’t help that she was so beautiful, that every time he saw her he wanted to catch her in his arms and kiss her until she couldn’t breathe. It was quite clear to him, however, that such an action would only alienate her further.

      “Why are you so angry at Alex?” Sally asked Diana suddenly one afternoon as the girls were sitting side by side in the Yellow Drawing Room looking at magazines of the latest styles in clothing.

      Diana felt a stab of alarm. “I’m not angry at him. Whatever gave you that idea?”

      “Well, you’re very short with him, that’s for certain. And he is trying to be so nice to you. It’s not like you, Diana, not to be friendly. Especially to Alex.”

      “I’m friendly,” Diana said defensively. She couldn’t meet Sally’s honest gaze so she kept her eyes on her magazine.

      “No, you’re not. Look at me, Diana. What’s wrong?”

      Diana looked up, her brown eyes meeting Sally’s sky-blue gaze. The two girls were very close, and it was difficult for Diana to fib.

      “Nothing is wrong,” Diana said crisply. “You’re imagining things, Sally. It’s just that my mind is on things other than Alex right now. I’m very excited about our London come-out.”

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