Beguiled. Shannon Drake

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СКАЧАТЬ Egyptian art and artifacts. The earl’s parents had been explorers, beginning the family fascination, and he had met a passionate proponent in Camille. He knew that the treasures of a poor country could too easily be spirited away by foreigners, and he was a firm proponent of leaving the most valuable in their native land. He was willing, however, to take some of the less valuable pieces for his own pleasure, but he always paid handsomely for his finds. He had told Ally once that for every ancient treasure he purchased, he also looked to the present, hiring artists and artisans to create new pieces for his collection. She remembered when she had been here with the daughter of Lord Wittburg, now a princess in Eastern Europe. Poor Lucinda had been terrified of the mummy cases, and at first Ally had teased her. She had actually hidden in one and jumped out, then been horrified to see how she had frightened the girl. It had taken her hours to calm her down, and she’d been worried that she was going to be barred from the castle forever if her prank was discovered. But Lucinda was kind at heart and never told on her. The episode had made Ally realize that perhaps she was the one who was a bit odd, but she’d grown up around the mummy cases and other artifacts and thought nothing of them. She even knew that in Egypt, mummies were so common they were used for kindling at times, and many people there used the massive stone sarcophagi for planters. Still, she was aware that a passion for all things Egyptian was definitely an acquired taste.

      She realized she was feeling a sudden sense of loss, of nostalgia, as if something were about to change forever, but she didn’t know what.

      She slipped quickly into a silk shift, bloomers and stockings. She was still only half dressed when there came a knock at the door. It was Molly, one of the upstairs maids, and she had come to help Ally complete her ensemble for the evening.

      “Have you seen the gown?” Molly asked, her blue eyes bright.

      Ally’s attention was drawn to the dress that had been laid out on the big four-poster bed. It was an elegant shade of yellow, almost gold, and it was glorious with subtle nips and tucks to emphasize her youthful figure. The embroidered handwork was exquisite.

      “The aunties made this?” she asked softly.

      Molly nodded. “They giggled like girls when they brought it.”

      Ally touched the fabric, shaking her head. “And still they would not come tonight,” she said sadly.

      “Ah, you can’t change them,” Molly told her.

      “I pleaded,” Ally said. “You know, if there is such an occasion here again, I will tell them that I will not come if they don’t. I know that the earl and his wife argued and wheedled, as well, but those old dears are so stubborn. Still, I swear, next time I will out-stubborn them.”

      Molly sighed. “Well, there will not be a next time such as this,” she said softly, carefully lifting the gown to slip it over Ally’s head.

      At first Ally couldn’t reply—she was muffled by the elegant length of the dress going over her head. When at last she could speak, she demanded, “Molly, just what is this occasion? Why was I summoned here tonight?”

      Molly flushed, then shrugged. “That is for your godparents to explain.”

      “Molly…”

      “Come, come, they will be here any minute,” Molly said, twirling her around to tie her into the gown. “You know, of course, that it was Lady Maggie, one of your own dear grandmothers, who came up with the design, and she took the aunties shopping for the fabric. Of course, there was never any question of hiring a designer for this. Lady Maggie has the most exquisite taste in clothing, and she said there were no finer seamstresses in the land than the aunties.”

      Ally smiled, proud of her dear aunties in their little cottage in the woods. They loved their simple life. She knew that they could have done very well, out in the world of high fashion. Instead, they chose to remain as they were, living their quiet and happy lives. “Lady Kat’s sister is gaining quite a name in the fashion industry. She had a showing in Paris, you know, and even she comes to the aunties for her most important work.”

      “I know.”

      “Molly,” Ally tried again, thinking to take the woman off guard, “what is going on tonight? Is it an early birthday celebration?”

      “You could say so, I suppose. Now, sit and let me fix your hair.”

      Ally sat, ready to try again, taking another tack.

      “The kitchen is overflowing with caterers,” she said.

      “When Lord Stirling decides to throw a private party,” Molly said with pride, “there’s no one who would not toss all other offers, business and pleasure, to the wind in order to attend. Of course there are caterers everywhere. Now, sit still. People are beginning to arrive. We need to get you ready.”

      Another tap sounded at the door, and Lady Camille looked in. She was dressed for the evening in a midnight-blue gown that hugged her body and sported a very small bustle that made it look as if she were gliding when she walked. As always, she was stunningly beautiful and regal. Camille had been born to poverty, then rescued from the streets, and in Ally’s mind, she was proof that nobility lived with the heart and soul, and did not spring from a title. She was truly the perfect mate for the earl, since both were strong-willed and also compassionate to the extreme.

      “Oh,” Camille said, standing by Molly and surveying Ally. “It is perfect. I am so angry at the aunties. They should be here this evening. But I have to commend Maggie the minute she arrives—she chose the color and the fabric. Ally, your eyes look golden and your hair, just a shade darker. My dear girl, you have grown up.”

      “Thank you,” Ally said. “Camille, is this a birthday celebration? Or is there something more going on tonight? I thank God that I am important in your eyes, but—”

      The older woman was silent for a moment, then said, “Brian has returned and is downstairs already. He’s in quite a state. He and Shelby retraced the carriage route, and he tried a dozen forest trails but was unable to find any sign of that wretched highwayman. Still, we must get on with the evening. And Theodore is feeding the inspector from the Metropolitan Police in the kitchen. We must speak with him at some point. And Angus Cunningham will be here later, so he must be informed about this new development.”

      “One last touch,” Molly said, setting a studded pin into place in Ally’s hair. She stepped back and clasped her hands. “Like a princess!” she exclaimed.

      Ally kissed Molly’s cheeks. “Not a princess, a commoner, Molly, and one who loves you and thanks you.”

      Molly sniffed suddenly and reached into her pocket for a handkerchief.

      “Molly, stop that,” Ally said. “I’ll stay up here with you, shall I?”

      “Nonsense, you’re going downstairs,” Camille said, laughing. “Come along, lass.”

      There it was again. That word. Lass. She would probably remain a lass in the eyes of those who had helped raise her until she dropped dead of old age.

      “There’s something I must speak to you about this evening, as well,” Ally told the duchess.

      “Is there?”

      “Yes. I should tell you all at once, I suppose,” Ally said. “Because you’ll all be here tonight, all of you who have been so kind, taking me in almost as your СКАЧАТЬ