Bound by Duty. Diane Gaston

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      ‘Tess, how could you have been so foolish?’ Lorene paced, as she had paced the previous morning. ‘It is one thing to seek shelter. Quite another to share a bed with a man.’

      ‘It was cold,’ Tess explained. She remembered Mr Glenville climbing on to the cot, covering them both with his blanket. She remembered the warmth of his body next to hers, both comforting and thrilling.

      ‘Do you know what the guests are saying?’ Genna offered. ‘They are saying you met by design. That you planned the tryst. Why else would you venture out on an obviously rainy day?’

      Lord Attison must have been very busy telling tales.

      ‘That is ridiculous!’ Tess cried. ‘I told you how it happened. I never even met Mr Glenville before!’

      ‘You might have met him some other time.’ Genna settled herself on the window seat. ‘You are known to take walks alone.’

      Tess glared at her. ‘Are you doubting my word, Genna? I went to the village to shop.’

      Not to the nearby village, though. To Yardney. To see Mr Welton, had he been there.

      ‘No.’ Genna spoke as if this were some interesting problem happening to someone else. ‘But you did not bring any lace or ribbon, did you?’

      The lace and ribbon. She’d forgotten her parcel. ‘I left the parcel at the cabin. We could send someone for it.’

      ‘It would not matter. What really happened does not matter.’ Lorene still paced. ‘Appearances. That is what matters.’ She shook her head. ‘I do not know what Lord Tinmore will do. This is such a trial for him and it has already put a strain on the house party.’

      ‘A trial for him? A strain on the house party?’ Tess rose off the bed. ‘Goodness, Lorene. I did not choose to have this happen. I simply walked to the village and became caught in a horrible storm. Perhaps I should have tried to cross the bridge or continued down the roads even though water was rushing over both. Then I would have drowned. Or perhaps Mr Glenville should have left me on the road to freeze to death. Either way would have been so much less trouble for Lord Tinmore!’

      Lorene grabbed Tess and hugged her. ‘Do not say that. Never say that. That is what we all thought happened to you.’

      Tess hugged her back. ‘I had hoped you’d think I stayed in the village.’

      There was a knock at the door and a maid stuck her head in. ‘Pardon, my lady, but his lordship wishes to speak with Miss Summerfield immediately. In the library.’

      Lorene released her. ‘You must go.’ She turned to the maid. ‘Tell Lord Tinmore she will be there directly.’

      The maid rushed off.

      ‘I will accompany you,’ Lorene said.

      Genna rose from the window seat. ‘I will come, too.’

      ‘No.’ Tess held them back with her arm. ‘It is best you stay out of it.’ Lord Tinmore would only become upset with them because of her.

      Genna sat again and looked sulky. ‘Well, you had better come back right away and tell us all about it.’

      ‘I will walk with you, at least,’ Lorene said.

      As they walked the distance to Lord Tinmore’s private sitting room, Tess tried to quiet her nerves. Would Mr Glenville still be there? Goodness, she hoped Lord Tinmore allowed him to dress in dry clothing and get something to eat.

      Had he been able to convince Lord Tinmore to let the incident pass? She hoped so. She prayed so.

      ‘Tinmore is a reasonable man,’ Lorene said when they entered the long hallway leading to his private rooms.

      Lord Tinmore had seemed fairly unreasonable to Tess. Unlike Glenville, who had come to her defence.

      At the stairs, a footman approached and handed Tess a piece of paper. ‘A message for you, miss.’ He glanced warily at Lorene, the new lady of the house, and hurried away.

      Tess unfolded the paper and read the note. ‘It is from Mr Glenville. He wishes to speak with me right away.’ She folded the paper again and put it in a pocket. ‘I should see him first.’

      She turned around, but Lorene seized her arm. ‘You cannot see Mr Glenville!’

      ‘Why not?’ She tried to pull away. ‘He is waiting in the morning room. I can see him there.’

      ‘No!’ Lorene cried. ‘You must attend Lord Tinmore first!’ She pulled her along to Lord Tinmore’s sitting room. Another footman stood at the door and opened it when they approached.

      ‘Go to him.’ Lorene gave her a little push.

      Tess entered the room.

      Lord Tinmore was alone, seated in the same chair where he had been before. His demeanour had not softened.

      Tess curtsied. ‘You asked to see me, my lord.’

      His lips pursed. ‘I trust you are comfortable now.’

      ‘I am, sir. Thank you.’ She remembered what Glenville had said. Make no apologies. They had done nothing wrong. ‘I hope you allowed the same courtesy to my rescuer.’

      ‘You need not concern yourself with Mr Glenville,’ Tinmore snapped.

      She straightened her spine.

      He frowned. ‘You have created a great deal of trouble for yourself, for my wife and for your younger sister.’

      She looked him directly in the face. ‘The rain caused a great deal of trouble for me. I was in danger and a gentleman rescued me. Surely you can make something sensible of that without a great deal of trouble.’

      ‘Such as what?’ He stiffened in his chair.

      ‘Such as nothing.’ Her heart pounded. Perhaps he could be convinced. ‘Declare Mr Glenville a hero and allow him to go on his way.’

      ‘A hero?’ His expression turned shrewd. ‘You seem immoderately concerned about Mr Glenville.’

      Her hopes were shaken. ‘Do not try to make something of that, sir. He saved my life and I am not so much a simpleton as to miss the fact that you are trying to punish him for it.’

      ‘Punish him?’ Lord Tinmore’s rheumy eyes flashed. ‘He was caught in bed with you. That cannot be ignored.’

      ‘It can be ignored if you wish it,’ she shot back. ‘The world will believe what you, sir, wish it to believe.’

      He stared at her before continuing. ‘You have bedded a man and been caught at it. At least your paramour understands you must pay the consequences.’

      Her heart pounded. ‘What do you mean?’

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