Lady Polly Part 64

The days of Lord Henry's absence crept by. There were only a few weeks of the Season left to run and the weather had turned very hot. The Dowager Countess became quite peevish when her ankles swelled up in the heat. She declined to accompany Polly and the Da cres on a sightseeing trip to St Paul's Cathedral and when her daughter returned enervated and exhausted, told her that she had known the weather had been too inclement for a trip out.

She fretted over Peter's absence and when he did call, upbraided him for his foolishness in still running after Susanna Bolt. The servants all became very bad-tempered as they went about their work, and the house in Brook Street became a somewhat uncomfortable place to live.

"Everyone is so cross at the moment," Polly sighed to Lucille, after Jessie had grumbled ceaselessly over her decision to change her chosen dress for a soiree one night.

"Have you noticed how the heat makes people quicker-tempered? It's very strange. Thank goodness there is to be no dancing tonight! I feel sure we should all melt into a puddle!"

Lucille fanned herself vigorously.

"I hear that there were riots in The Strand last night," she said, frowning.

"Some windows were smashed and shops looted. I am sure that this weather can only add to people's grievances. I shall ask Nicholas to give all the servants a day off on Sat.u.r.day, and perhaps we may all go out of Town to somewhere cooler.

Hamp stead Wells, perhaps? A walk on the Heath might be quite refres.h.i.+ng. " Even the Dowager Countess agreed to the proposed trip, feeling that the village air would be less noxious than that in London.

The day was sunny but not too hot and they spent a most enjoyable few hours strolling on the Heath, playing bowls, and taking the waters at the spa. Polly declared the water so unpleasant that she needed a cup of tea to wash away the taste, so they retired to one of the honeysuckle-covered tea arbours for further refreshment.

"Oh, do let us stay a little longer," Lucille urged, catching sight of a sign which promised a concert in the pump-room that evening, followed by fireworks.

"There are plenty more of the gardens and grottoes to explore and it would be such fun to stay for the evening's entertainments!"

The light was fading when the concert finished and they came out on to the Heath for the firework display. It was busy and many of the benches on the edge of the hill were already full.

"Heavens, what a crus.h.!.+" The Dowager Countess exclaimed.

"I had no idea that the whole of Town would have come out for this! Let us walk a little way along and see if we can find any seats!"

Polly was dawdling along behind the others, pulling her velvet cloak closer, for the evening was cool now that the sun had gone. A florid gentleman and large lady, amorously entwined, b.u.mped into her and almost sent her flying without noticing.

Polly stumbled. The first of the rockets soared into the sky above her and scattered a trail of bright stars. Suddenly it was very dark and she could not see the others at all. The crowd pressed about her; ladies, gentlemen, servants, tradesmen, cits and people of quite another sort.

A voice said: "All alone, lady? Let me take care of you!" He was young and attired as a gentleman, but Polly knew him to be no such thing. He was also drunk. And as she looked around wildly for her family, he took her arm.

"Your help will not be necessary, sir," a voice said smoothly, from behind her.

"The lady is with me, but I am grateful to you for your consideration."

Polly recognised the voice even before she swung around to see Lord Henry March night standing so protectively close to her. Something in his demeanour also communicated itself to the man who had accosted her, for he mumbled something about meaning no harm, and stumbled away. Lord Henry watched him go with a slight smile then turned his attention back to Polly.

"Tell me. Lady Polly," he said conversationally, steering her out of the crowd to the edge of the path, 'is this part of your claim for independence, to wander alone on Hamp stead Heath in the dark? It seems rather foolhardy!

" "Don't be absurd!" Polly snapped. Reaction was setting in now and she was horrified at what had almost happened to her.

"I have become separated from my party, that is all! We were looking for seats for the fireworks--' Another rocket soared overhead as though to ill.u.s.trate her point.

"Well, they could be anywhere now," Lord Henry said resignedly, looking at the crowds.

"It will be best for me to escort you back to your carriage, I think.

They should have no trouble in finding you there. Is Sea grave here with you?"

Polly nodded.

"Thank G.o.d. He at least will have the sense to keep the others calm and search for you in a sensible fas.h.i.+on! Now, if we go down this path it should take us to the Well Walk. Did you leave your carriage there?"

Polly nodded unhappily. She knew that the Dowager Countess would be beside herself with worry and could not but regret spoiling the end of such a lovely day.

"We were having such a nice time," she said regretfully.

"I am sorry that it has had to end this way."

It was very dark down the steep little pa.s.sage that led to the street where the carriages were waiting. The scent of honeysuckle still hung in the air and the stars arched above them. Polly, trying to find her way in the dark, suddenly remembered that she had not even thanked Lord Henry for rescuing her.

"I am sorry," she said in a small voice, "I should have thanked you.

Your arrival was most timely, my lord. I hope that I have not taken you away from your friends?"

"I am here alone," Lord Henry said, sounding preoccupied.

"It is comforting to think that you feel safer with me than with that ruffian!"

This was an aspect of the situation that had not occurred to Polly at all.

She stopped in an arched doorway. It was not possible to see Lord Henry's face in the pale light.

"Oh, I never even thought--' she said, uncertainly.

"Perhaps you should have done." Lord Henry sounded grim.

"You were flatteringly quick to entrust yourself to me, but my reputation is scarce such that a young lady should consider taking a walk in the dark with me!"

"Well!" Polly had had time to become indignant.

"I think it most unfair of you to ring a peal over me for trusting you, sir!

I had little choice but to consider you the lesser of two evils!"

She heard Lord Henry laugh at that.

"Better the devil you know?" His shoulder brushed a spray of honeysuckle and released fresh scent into the air. He was very close and Polly suddenly became intensely aware of his physical presence. Her throat felt constricted.

"Besides..." she was clutching at straws now 'on the last occasion that we met, sir, you behaved with perfect propriety! It led me to believe that what I had heard of you was grossly exaggerated--' She had taken a cautious step forward as she spoke, missed her footing on a step, and felt Lord Henry's arms go around her to steady her.

"You misjudged me," Lord Henry said with satisfaction, 'and this. Lady Polly, is where I have been wanting you ever since I saw you this evening. " The dark night was intimate and warm. Polly felt curiously anonymous, as though she could say anything, do anything, without it really mattering.

She did not try to break away from him, but stood in the circle of his arms, their bodies touching lightly. In the silence she could hear him breathing.

She raised her mouth to Henry's, waiting in a fever of antic.i.p.ation for the gentle persuasiveness of his first kiss to deepen into pa.s.sion.

She pressed herself against him, entwining her arms about his neck to hold him close. He was keeping his kisses frustratingly light, but when Polly slid her hands into his hair she heard him groan and his mouth returned to hers with more force and more demand. She parted her lips beneath the sensual pressure of his and leaned back against the doorway, drawing him with her. It was as though she had become a creature of sensation only. Her cloak had slid back and she could feel the warmth of his body against hers creating a delicious, seductive need within her.

One of his hands brushed the cloak aside and moved to caress her breast very gently. His mouth was rough on hers now and she revelled in it, gasping his name against his lips. And then, suddenly, it was over and she was left s.h.i.+vering in the chill breeze.