Proposals in Regency Society: Make-Believe Wife / The Homeless Heiress

‘Tonkins, of course. Clarendon is with him this morning.’

‘Your agent, I imagine. Very well, sir, this is the last you shall hear of it.’

‘Good.’ He glared at her. ‘What do you make of the rest of it—think it an old wreck of a place? Clarendon does. He’ll tear it down and build new when I’m gone, I dare say.’

‘Oh, I do not think it, sir. I have no idea what it costs to run a house like this, but I imagine it is a great deal. Perhaps if you were to pull down the tower and the wing you never use, you might build a more modern section there—and keep the rest of this lovely house as it is.’

‘Humph. Think you’re the first to come up with the idea? Clarendon’s mother wanted me to do it years ago. She always hated the tower—said it was haunted.’

‘Is it?’

‘Don’t believe in that rubbish, do you? The roof has gone in parts and rooks nest there. The sounds people hear are wind and birds or rats in the eaves.’

‘Yes, I expect you are right,’ Roxanne said. ‘At night it is easy to imagine all kinds of things.’

‘You are a woman of sense,’ the earl said, his gaze narrowing. ‘Is it all an act, Miss Roxanne? The ruby Clarendon showed me—it doesn’t fit with the rest. What are you keeping from me, miss—and does Clarendon know it all?’

‘The ruby is my inheritance. I wasn’t sure it was valuable, but Luke says it is and I believe him.’

‘He told me he has to return to London tomorrow. He will be gone for a few days and then he intends to stay until after the ball. What do you think of that, miss?’

‘I expect he has some business in town. There is little he can do here, really. I am sure he will have sorted any estate business this morning.’

‘Don’t mind him running out on you, then? What if he decides not to bother about coming back until the day before the ball?’

‘I should miss him, but I believe he will keep his word.’

‘You have a deal more faith than I, Miss Roxanne. He usually stays two days at the most and then I don’t see him for months.’

‘Things are different now, sir.’

‘Are they?’ The earl’s eyes seemed to pierce her with their intensity. ‘I thought this was just a masquerade to keep me sweet—are you telling me that you are really going to marry him?’

Roxanne looked at him in silence for a long moment, then smiled. ‘We have to wait for three months—but if you give your blessing and Luke still wants to marry me, yes, I shall.’

‘I haven’t made up my mind about you yet, miss. There’s something you’re both hiding—but I’ll get it out of you or him. Wait and see if I don’t.’

Roxanne hesitated, then, ‘Tell me, sir—what is it that you want most in the world?’

‘To see my great-grandson and know there will be someone to carry on here when I’ve gone. Clarendon will never settle here—but you might. Is that the idea? You’ll give me what I want and he gets to live in town as he pleases? You won’t like that much, girl, and you’re a fool if you settle for it.’

‘Please, do not think so ill of him, sir,’ Roxanne pleaded. ‘I know things have not always been right between you—but will you not give Luke a chance to make this work? He is genuine in his desire to mend fences.’

The earl’s gaze narrowed, his mouth pursed. ‘Hmmm, we shall see.’

‘I hope Grandfather did not bully you too much?’ Luke said when they met for nuncheon later. Roxanne shook her head and he nodded in satisfaction, looking so much like his grandfather that she had to hide her laughter. ‘Well, what would you like to do this afternoon? I know you can manage a horse—have you done much riding? Proper riding, I mean, not as part of a circus show.’

‘All kinds,’ Roxanne replied. ‘Barebacked, astride, but I have not much experience of riding sidesaddle. I can drive a caravan. I dare say I could learn to ride like a lady easily enough.’

‘I am sure you could and I will arrange a suitable mount for you when I return from town. For this afternoon I think perhaps we should drive round the estate, just to give you an idea of its size and where it is pleasant to walk when you are alone. When I was out with Tonkins this morning everyone was asking about you. Since it is a pleasant afternoon we can use the curricle and allow the curious to see my fiancée. It is only necessary to wave and smile at this juncture.’

‘I think that would be very pleasant. Did you have a good morning with your grandfather’s agent?’

‘Yes. Why do you ask?’

‘I understand the monies for minor repairs to the kitchens are lodged with him. Mrs Arlet has spoken to me about various needs and your grandfather has told me it is up to me to sort out domestic problems in future.’

‘Has he, indeed? Clearly he trusts you more than me, Roxanne. I spoke to him about a serving hatch some months back and he sent me about my business, told me he didn’t need help with arranging his household.’

‘Well, perhaps things have changed. I have been told not to bother him with trivial domestic affairs and I shan’t—but the hatch would improve the quality of the food for us and make less work for others. I think it would repay the cost many times over.’

‘I can see the future of this place is in safe hands, at least for the moment.’ Luke frowned and stood up. ‘I shall arrange for the curricle to be brought round. It is warm, but there may be a breeze so you will want your bonnet and a pelisse.’

‘I shall fetch them,’ Roxanne said.

She was thoughtful as she walked upstairs. Luke had not seemed particularly pleased with the news that the earl had placed domestic affairs in her hands. Perhaps he was beginning to regret bringing her here? His idea of a temporary engagement seemed to be getting out of hand.

Had Roxanne been able to read Luke’s mind she would have discovered that he had mixed feelings and was in something of a turmoil regarding the situation between them. It was surely a good thing that the earl should feel able to place his domestic affairs in Roxanne’s hands. He was uncertain of her true feelings regarding the situation. She had been quite adamant that there would be no wedding, just a fake engagement for a few months, but she seemed to have changed her mind since their arrival at Hartingdon.

She had been running from a man who was determined to make her his mistress when they met, her future dubious to say the least. It would be tempting for any woman in such difficulty to be seduced by the house and the obvious wealth here. Yet if the ruby truly belonged to Roxanne she had money of her own. Luke did not know exactly how much it would fetch, but he was sure it would be more than a few hundred—perhaps as much as two thousand pounds or more to the right person? With such a sum she could set up her own establishment and live comfortably for the rest of her life or until she found work or married. She did not need to live here at the mercy of a cantankerous old man—or to marry a man she did not love.

So why had she changed her mind? She was unsure if the ruby was legally hers, but she might have sold it and risked the consequences had she been less than the honest woman he believed her.

Having placed the ruby in his safe keeping, she had surrendered her independence and shown great trust in him. Luke could not recall anyone else placing that amount of faith in him and his reactions were a mixture of gratification and panic. At the start he had thought the sham engagement might eventually lead to a physical arrangement between them. Luke would have been very ready to become her protector had she chosen a life in the theatre. He had been aroused by Roxanne’s vibrant beauty from the beginning, but did he really wish for marriage? Luke had avoided being caught in what he thought of as a trap for so long, he could not help wondering just what he had got himself into.

It was to be merely a sham marriage, of course. That was the reason Roxanne had agreed to it when the earl insisted on the three-month engagement. She knew that he would keep his word to let her go once the earl had died.

Roxanne would give him his freedom once the earl was in his grave. He was certain that she would keep any bargain he made with her, but by the time he was able to ask for his freedom, would he still wish for it?

Damn the earl for interfering in his life! Hartingdon had no right to dictate terms to him and his threat to restrict his income could be overcome in a court. How could he think of destroying the man who was his only close family? Such a breach would surely kill the old man. Despite the anger and frustration inside him, Luke knew he would never deliberately harm his grandfather. It might be that he would have to make more than a sham marriage and actually give the earl his heir.

Roxanne would never agree to it—would she? He could not expect her to provide an heir and then simply disappear when the marriage ended. Yet need it necessarily end so finally? There was always the alternative of a marriage of convenience.

No, he had vowed he would never go down that road. His parents had been so desperately unhappy. He had witnessed his mother’s tears too many times. His father had been a heartless brute who cared only for his own pleasure and Luke suspected he might be the same. To marry under false pretences might cause too much pain in the future.

The Roxanne who had bound his leg and threatened an intruder at the inn was exciting and amazing, but if she settled into a life of domesticity to please the earl Luke might become bored and begin to stray.

He knew his own faults only too well and he liked Roxanne too much to want to hurt her. It might be as well to remind her that this relationship was a temporary affair. It would be best to stick to the business arrangement they had made at the start.

The earl’s estate was vast, much larger than Roxanne had imagined. She had no experience of land husbandry, but from what she could see as Luke drove her about the estate it was in good heart. The people looked prosperous and they smiled and waved, the labourers and farmers doffing their hats to her. Some children ran out of one of the farms and stood waving and giggling as Luke brought the curricle to a halt.

‘Mam said to wish you happy, sir,’ one of the boys said. ‘She wants to know if there’s to be a bit of a do for the tenants and all.’

‘Yes, I am sure we shall arrange something when the wedding happens, but it is not to be just yet.’ Luke thrust his hand in his pocket and brought out some silver coins, which he tossed to the children before driving away.

‘Your tenants seem pleased to see you, Luke.’

‘They will be disappointed if there is no wedding,’ Luke remarked. ‘Perhaps we should hold some sort of fête in the park this summer. Grandfather always had a late summer party in the gardens for the tenants and labourers. I suppose an engagement is as good an excuse as any other. I’ll speak to him later.’