The Convenient Marriage Part 6

'Yes,' admitted Rule. 'Not just at this moment, you know.'

She smiled, but fleetingly. 'You might have told me,' she said.

He opened his snuff-box and dipped in his finger and thumb.

'I might, of course,' he said, possessing himself of her hand. 'A new blend, my dear,' he said, and dropped the pinch on to her white wrist, and sniffed.

She pulled her hand away. 'Could you not have told me?'

she repeated.

He shut his snuff-box and glanced down at her, still good-humoured, but with something at the back of his eyes which gave her pause. A little anger shook her; she understood quite well: he would not discuss his marriage with her. She said, trying to make her voice light: 'You will say it is not my business, I suppose.'

'I am never rude, Caroline,' objected his lords.h.i.+p mildly.

She felt herself foiled, but smiled. 'No indeed. I've heard it said you're the smoothest-spoken man in England.' She studied her rings, moving her hand to catch the light. 'But I didn't know you thought of marriage.' She flashed a look up at him.

'You see,' she said, mock-solemn, 'I thought you loved me - only me!'

'What in the world,' inquired his lords.h.i.+p, 'has that to do with my marriage? I am entirely at your feet, my dear. Quite the prettiest feet I ever remember to have seen.'

'And you've seen many, I apprehend,' she said with a certain dryness.

'Dozens,' said his lords.h.i.+p cheerfully.

She did not mean to say it, but the words slipped out before she could guard her tongue. 'But for all that you are at my feet, Marcus, you have offered for another woman.'

The Earl had put up his gla.s.s to inspect a Dresden harlequin upon the mantelpiece. 'If you bought that for a Kandler, my love, I am much afraid that you have been imposed upon,' he remarked.

'It was given me,' she said impatiently.

'How shocking!' said his lords.h.i.+p. 'I will send you a very pretty pair of dancing figures in its place.'

'You are extremely obliging, Marcus, but we were speaking of your marriage,' she said, nettled.

'You were speaking of it,' he corrected. 'I was trying to -er - turn the subject.'

She got up from the sopha and took an impatient step towards him.

'I suppose,' she said breathlessly, 'you did not think the fair Ma.s.sey worthy of so signal an honour?'

'To tell you the truth, my dear, my modesty forbade me to suppose that the fair Ma.s.sey would - er - contemplate marriage with me.'

'Perhaps I would not,' she replied. 'But I think that was not your reason.'

'Marriage,' said his lords.h.i.+p pensively, 'is such a very dull affair, you know.'

'Is it, my lord? Even marriage with the n.o.ble Earl of Rule?'

'Even with me,' agreed Rule. He looked down at her, a curious expression that was not quite a smile in his eyes. 'You see, my dear, to use your own words, you would have to love me - only me.'

She was startled. Under her powder a faint flush crept into her cheeks. She turned away with a little laugh and began to arrange the roses in one of her bowls. 'That would certainly be very dull,' she said. She glanced sideways at him. 'Are you perhaps jealous, my lord?'

'Not in the least,' said the Earl placidly.

'But you think that were I your wife you might be?'

'You are so charming, my dear, that I feel sure I should have to be,' said his lords.h.i.+p bowing.

She was too clever a woman to press her point. She thought she had gone too far already, and however angry she might be at his marriage she had no wish to alienate him. At one time she had held high hopes of becoming the Countess of Rule, though she was perfectly aware that such an alliance would be deemed a shocking one by the Polite World. She knew now that Rule had baffled her. She had caught a glimpse of steel, and realized that there was something hidden under that easy-going exterior that was as incalculable as it was unexpected.

She had imagined that she could twist him round her finger; for the first time she was shaken by her doubt, and knew that she must tread warily if she did not wish to lose him.

This she certainly did not want to do. The late Sir Thomas had, in his disagreeable way, tied up his capital so fast that his widow found herself for ever in most unpleasant straits. Sir Thomas had had no sympathy with females who doted on pharaoh and deep ba.s.set. Happily the Earl of Rule was not afflicted by the same scruples, and he had not the smallest objection to a.s.sisting pecuniarily a distressed lady. He never asked uncomfortable questions on the vice of gambling, and his purse was a fat one.

He had startled her today. She had not thought that he dreamed of a rival; now it appeared that he knew very well, probably had known from the first. She would have to be careful; trust her to know how matters lay between him and Robert Lethbridge!

No one ever spoke of it, no one could tell how the story got about, but any number of people knew that once Robert Lethbridge had aspired to the hand of Lady Louisa Drelincourt.

Louisa was now the wife of Sir Humphrey Quain, with no breath of scandal attaching to her name, but there had been a day, in her mad teens, when the town hummed with gossip about her. No one knew the whole story, but everyone knew that Lethbridge had been head over ears in love with her and had proposed for her hand, and been rejected, not by the lady herself but by her brother. That had surprised everybody, because although it was true that Lethbridge had a dreadful reputation ('the wildest rake in town, my love!'), no one could have supposed that Rule of all people would put his foot down.

Yet he had certainly done so. That was common knowledge.

Just what had happened next no one exactly knew, though everyone had his or her version to propound. It had all been so carefully hushed up, but a whisper of Abduction started in Polite Circles. Some said it was no abduction but a willing flight north to Gretna, across the Border. It may have been so, but the runaways never reached Gretna Green. The Earl of Rule drove such fleet horses.

Some held that the two men had fought a duel somewhere on the Great North Road; others spread a tale that Rule carried not a sword but a horse-whip, but this was generally allowed to be improbable, for Lethbridge, however infamous his behaviour, was not a lackey. It was a pity that no one had the true version of the affair, for it was all delightfully scandalous.

But none of the three actors in the drama ever spoke of it and if Lady Louisa was reported to have eloped with Lethbridge one night, she was known twenty-four hours later to be visiting relatives in the neighbourhood of Grantham. It was quite true that Robert Lethbridge disappeared from society for several weeks, but he reappeared in due course without wearing any of the symptoms of the baffled lover. The town was agog to see how he and Rule would comport themselves when they met, as they were bound to meet, but once again disappointment awaited the scandalmongers.

Neither showed any sign of enmity. They exchanged several remarks on different subjects, and if it had not been for Mr Harry Crewe, who had actually seen Rule drive his racing curricle out of town at the extremely odd hour of ten in the evening, even the most inveterate gossip-mongers would have been inclined to have believed the whole tale a mere fabrication.

Lady Ma.s.sey knew better than that. She was well acquainted with Lord Lethbridge and would have wagered her very fine diamonds that the sentiments he cherished towards the Earl of Rule were tinged with something more than a habitual maliciousness.

As for Rule, he betrayed nothing, but she was not inclined to run the risk of losing him by encouraging too openly the advances of Robert Lethbridge.

She finished the arrangement of her flowers and turned, a gleam of rueful humour in her fine eyes.

'Marcus, my dear,' she said helplessly, 'something much more important! Five hundred guineas at loo, and that odious Celestine dunning me! What am I to do?'

'Don't let it worry you, my dear Caroline,' said his lords.h.i.+p.

'A trifling loan, and the matter is settled.'

She was moved to exclaim: 'Ah, how good you are! I wish - I wish you were not to be married, Marcus. We have dealt extremely, you and I, and I have a notion that it will all be changed now.'

If she referred to their pecuniary relations she might have been thought to have reason for this speech. Lord Rule was likely to find himself with new demands on his purse in the very near future. Viscount Winwood was on his way home to England.

The Viscount, having received in Rome the intelligence of his youngest sister's betrothal, was moved to comply with his parent's desire for his immediate return, and set forward upon the journey with all possible speed. Merely halting a few days in Florence, where he happened to chance upon two friends, and spending a week in Paris upon business not unconnected with the gaming-tables, he made the best of his way home, and would have arrived in London not more than three days later than his fond mother expected him had he not met Sir Jasper Middleton at Breteuil. Sir Jasper, being on his way to the Capital, was putting up at the Hotel St Nicholas for the night, and was in the midst of a solitary dinner when the Viscount walked in. Nothing could have been more providential, for Sir Jasper was heartily bored with his own company, and had been yearning this many a day to have his revenge on Pelham for a certain game of piquet played in London some months before.

The Viscount was delighted to oblige him; they sat up all night over the cards and in the morning the Viscount, absent-minded no doubt through lack of sleep, embarked in Sir Jasper's post-chaise and was so borne back to Paris. The game of piquet being continued in the chaise, he noticed nothing amiss until they arrived at Clermont, and since by that time there were only seven or eight posts to go before they reached Paris, it needed no great persuasion to induce him to continue the journey.

He arrived eventually in London to find the preparations for Horatia's nuptials in full swing; and he expressed himself extremely well satisfied with the contract, cast a knowing eye over the Marriage Settlements, congratulated Horatia on her good fortune, and went off to pay his respects to the Earl of Rule.

They were naturally not strangers to each other, but since Pelham was some ten years the Earl's junior they moved in different circles and their acquaintances.h.i.+p was slight. This circ.u.mstance did not weigh with the lively Viscount in the least; he greeted Rule with all the casual bonhomie he used towards his cronies and proceeded, by way of making him feel one of the family, to borrow money from him.

'For I don't mind telling you, my dear fellow,' he said frankly, 'that if I'm to appear the thing at this wedding of yours I must give my tailor a trifle on account. Won't do if I come in rags, you know. Girls won't like it.'

The Viscount was not exactly a fop, but anything less ragged than his slim person would have been hard to find. It did not require the efforts of two stout men to coax him into his coats, and he had a way of arranging his cravat askew, but his clothes were made by the first tailor in town, and of the finest stuffs, embellished with any quant.i.ty of heavy gold lacing. At the moment he sat in one of Rule's chairs with his legs stretched out in front of him, and his hands thrust into the pockets of a pair of fawn breeches. His velvet coat hung open to display a waistcoat embroidered in a design of exotic flowers and humming birds. A fine sapphire pin was stuck in the cascade of lace at his throat and his stockings, which represented a dead loss of twenty-five guineas to his hosier, were of silk with large clocks.

The Viscount n.o.bly upheld the Winwood tradition of good looks. He had a reasonable height, and a slender build, and bore a resemblance to his sister Elizabeth. Both had golden locks, and deep blue eyes, straight and beautiful noses, and delicately curved lips. There the likeness ended. Elizabeth's celestial calm was quite lacking in her brother. The Viscount's mobile face was already rather lined, and his eye was a roving one. He looked to be very good-natured, which indeed he was, and appeared to survey the world with a youthful air of cynicism.

Rule received with equanimity the suggestion that he should pay for his prospective brother-in-law's wedding clothes. He glanced down at his guest with some amus.e.m.e.nt, and said in his bored way: 'Certainly, Pelham.'

The Viscount looked him over with approval. 'I'd a notion we should deal famously,' he remarked. 'Not that I'm in the habit of borrowing from my friends, y'know, but I count you one of the family, Rule.'

'And admit me to its privileges,' said the Earl gravely.

'Admit me still further and let me have a list of your debts.'

The Viscount was momentarily startled. 'Hey? What, all of 'em?' He shook his head. 'Devilish handsome of you, Rule, but can't be done.'

'You alarm me,' said Rule. 'Are they beyond my resources?'

'The trouble is,' said the Viscount confidentially, 'I don't know what they are.'

'My resources, or your debts?'

'Lord, man, the debts! Can't remember the half of 'em. No, it's no use arguing. I've tried to add 'em up a score of times.

You think you've done it and then some d.a.m.ned bill you forgot years ago crops up. Never come to the end of it. Wiser to leave it alone. Pay as you go, that's my motto.'

'Is it?' said Rule, mildly surprised. 'I shouldn't have thought it.'

'What I mean,' explained the Viscount, 'is, when a fellow puts the bailiffs on to you, so to speak, then it's time to settle with him. But as for paying all my bills - damme, I never heard of such a thing! Wouldn't do at all.'

'Nevertheless,' said Rule, moving over to his desk, 'I believe you must oblige me in this. Your arrest for debt, perhaps even in the act of bestowing your sister's hand on me in marriage, would quite unnerve me.'

The Viscount grinned. 'Would it so?' Well, they can't clap up a peer yet, y'know. Just as you please, of course, but I warn you, I'm in pretty deep.'

Rule dipped a quill in the standish. 'If I were to give you a draft on my bankers for five thousand? Or shall we say ten, as a rounder sum?'

The Viscount was moved to sit up. 'Five,' he said firmly.

'Since you're making a point of it, I don't mind settling up to five thousand, but give away ten thousand pounds to a lot of tradesmen I can't and I won't do. Damme, flesh and blood won't stand it!'

He watched Rule's quill move across the paper, and shook his head. 'Seems wicked to me,' he said. 'I've nothing to say against spending money, but blister it, I don't like to see it thrown away!' He sighed. 'You know, I could put it to better use, Rule,' he suggested.

Rule shook the sand off the paper and handed it to him. 'But somehow I feel sure you won't, Pelham,' he said.

The Viscount c.o.c.ked an eyebrow intelligently. 'Like that, is it?' he said. 'Oh, very well! But I don't like it. I don't like it at all.'

Nor did his sisters like it when they heard of it. 'Given you five thousand pounds to pay your debts?' cried Charlotte. 'I never heard of such a thing!'

'No more did I,' agreed Pelham. 'Thought for a moment the man was queer in his head, but he don't seem to be.'

'Pel, I do think perhaps you might have waited,' Elizabeth said rather reproachfully. 'It seems almost - almost indecent.'

'And it will all go on gaming,' said Charlotte.

'Devil a penny of it, miss, so that's all you know,' replied the Viscount without rancour.

'Why n-not?' inquired Horatia bluntly. 'It usually d-does.'

Her brother threw her a look of scorn. 'Lord, Horry, if a man trusts you with a cool five thousand to pay your debts, there's no more to be said.'

'I suppose,' said Charlotte waspishly, 'Lord Rule requires to see your accounts.'

'I'll tell you what it is, Charlotte,' the Viscount informed her, 'if you don't sweeten that tongue of yours you'll never get a husband.'

Elizabeth intervened rather hastily. 'Will it meet them all, Pel?'

'It'll keep the blood-suckers quiet for a while,' replied his lords.h.i.+p. He nodded to Horatia. 'He'll make you a devilish good husband, I daresay, but you'd best be careful how you deal with him, Horry!'

'Oh,' said Horatia, 'you don't understand, P-Pel! We are not going to interfere with each other at all! It is j-just like a French marriage of c-convenience.'

'I'm not saying it ain't convenient,' said the Viscount, glancing at Rule's draft, 'but if you take my advice you won't play your tricks on Rule. I've a strong notion you might regret it.'

'I have felt that too,' Elizabeth said, an anxious note in her voice.

'S-stuff!' p.r.o.nounced Horatia, unimpressed.

Chapter Five.

The wedding of the Earl of Rule to Miss Horatia Winwood pa.s.sed off without any unseemly fracas, such as the arrest of the bride's brother for debt or a scene created by the bridegroom's mistress (an event not entirely unexpected by the hopeful), occurring to mar its propriety. The Earl arrived punctually, which surprised everyone, including his hara.s.sed secretary; and the bride seemed to be in excellent spirits.

Indeed, there were those who considered her spirits too excellent for so solemn an occasion. She was not observed to shed a single tear. However, this lack of sensibility was more than made up for by the demeanour of Lady Winwood.

Nothing could have been more proper than that lady's whole bearing. She was supported by her brother, and wept silently throughout the ceremony. Miss Winwood and Miss Charlotte as bridesmaids looked beautiful and behaved becomingly; Mr Walpole's sharp eyes took in everything; Lady Louisa Quain bore up very well, but had recourse to her handkerchief when my lord took Horatia's hand in his; Mr Drelincourt wore a new wig, and a look of saintly resignation; and the Viscount performed his part with careless grace.

It was understood that after a few days spent in the country, the bride and groom were bound for Paris, the choice of destination having been left to the bride. Elizabeth thought it an odd place for a honeymoon, but 'Pho!' said Horatia. 'We are not like you and Edward, w-wanting to make love all d-day long! I want to see things, and go to V-Versailles, and b-buy smarter clothes than Theresa Maulfrey's!'