Landing a Laird (5 page)

Instead of answering him, Moira inclined her head as they stopped by her mother and brother, a sly smile on her lips. “Thank you, Lord Lydell.”

 

“
May I see your card, Lady Moira?” Gideon asked when she returned.

She held it up to him. Her grey eyes sparkled with merriment. Or maybe it was more mischief. What had she and Lydell discussed?  Why hadn’t she taken Lydell outside?  She could have easily led his friend out into the moonlight, kissed him, and her fate would be sealed.

He glanced at her card.  No dance had been claimed as of yet.  He began to pencil in his name for the supper dance but her words stopped him.

“
I have not been given permission to waltz, Lord Ainsely.”

“
At this rate she probably never will be,” Hearne muttered.

“
What was that, Nyle?” the dowager countess asked.  

Gideon bit back a grin.  “Perhaps the country dance after supper?”

“
That would be lovely, Lord Ainsely.  I look forward to it.”

With no reason to stay, Gideon bowed, quit the small group, and made his way to find Lydell, who had simply strode away from Lady Moira with her brother and mother without a by-your-leave.  

Gideon found his penniless friend in the card room, drink in his hand, brooding in a back corner.  Apparently there was no future for Lydell and Lady Moira.  A wave of relief ran through him.

Gideon retrieved a drink for himself and sauntered over to his friend.  “I take it your meeting didn’t go very well.”

“
No,” Lydell grumbled and took a drink before he explained. “She doesn’t like Bath.”

“
Excuse me?”

“
She does not want to live on an estate near Bath,” Lydell repeated a little louder.

“
That was her only reasoning?”  Perhaps Lady Moira didn’t have all of her wits after all.  

“
It is the only bloody reason she needed.” Lydell tossed back the drink. “What the hell am I to do now?”

“
Lady Moira is not the only heiress in London,” Gideon reminded him.

“
But the others will be harder to convince. They will want wooing, courtship, and such.”

“
Which is their right, I suppose,” Gideon reminded him.

“
It is all a bloody pain.  Why can’t I just find the one I want, marry her and be done with it?”

“
Perhaps the lady would care for a say in the match?”

Lydell dismissed him with a wave of his hand. “They don’t know what they want.  Take Lady Moira for instance.
Bath
.  She should just let her brother arrange a match. It is better for all parties when gentlemen are doing the thinking and planning.”  

A footman stopped to refill the glass Lydell recently emptied. He picked it up and took another drink. “That is how it should be for all ladies.  They are not sensible enough to make such decisions for themselves.”

Gideon had never seen this side of his friend, and began to understand why the ladies were no longer interested in his pursuit. Maybe it had more to do with his personality than his empty purse. Unlike Lydell, apparently, Gideon preferred a lady with wit and intelligence, one who knew her own mind.  “Then perhaps you should begin courting a few fathers and older brothers until you find the perfect, malleable lady.”

“
If only it were that simple.” Lydell tossed back the remainder of his drink, set the glass down, and marched from the room.

Gideon leaned back against the wall, sipping the smooth, fiery liquid.  So, the lady did not like Bath. Why? Or was that simply an excuse?

Lady Moira was either a very complex lady or a simpleton.  Gideon shrugged.  He would have his answer after dinner.  

 

As couples took to the floor for the supper dance, Moira was left alone with her mother.  Even Nyle decided to dance, and he swept Alvina around the floor.  Pippa, Georgie, and Patience stood not far away, watching the dancers as well.  This was the perfect opportunity to speak with them.

“
Mother, might I be excused for a moment?”

“
What, where to?”

Moira nodded to her friends. “I would just like a few words with them.”

“
Oh, very well.  But stay close.”

“
Thank you, Mother.”  Moira took a deep breath and slowly walked to her friends when she really wanted to dash across the short distance.

She pulled them close, stuck up her head to look around, making sure no one could hear her, and then whispered, “Have any of you told anyone that I wish to live in Scotland?”

The three shared blank looks and shook their heads.  

“
Don’t. That is to be our secret.”

“
But, I thought your plan was to live in Scotland,” Georgie began. “Wouldn’t it make the most sense—”

“
Did you see the
one
Scot in attendance this evening?”

Georgie grimaced.

“
How did your talk with Lord Lydell go?” Patience asked.  “I thought for sure you’d take him outside.”

“
He won’t do.” Moira shook his head. “His estate is outside of Bath.”

“
That would be lovely,” Pippa piped in.

“
Only two days from my family estate, where my mother rules from the dower house
,
is quite the opposite of lovely.”

“
I still don’t understand why Scotland is to be a secret,” Patience said.

“
Because Scotland is mentioned in the bet. Apparently, London’s ingenious gentlemen assume it is because I wish to elope, not that I actually want to live there.”

“
You should try to distance yourself from that bet,” Pippa warned.

Moira could well understand why Pippa would feel that way, but Pippa’s circumstances were different.  Nobody wanted to put arsenic in her hair.  “It wouldn’t matter. All the gentlemen in Town are talking about it.  Eventually my mother will learn, and I don’t want her to know all of my plans due to this foolish wager.”

“
Moira,” Patience muttered under her breath. “I have a feeling your mother has just learned of the bet.”

But she couldn’t have. Moira turned around to find her mother bearing down on her, lips thinned in a tense line.  “Moira Rose Kirkwood, you are going home with me right now,” she hissed. “Do not even think of making a scene.”  

With their arms linked, her mother escorted Moira out of the ballroom, not once relaxing her smile or letting on to anyone how displeased she was, but Moira knew differently.  Tension oozed from the woman.  

They waited for the carriage in silence, and once they were seated inside and under way, her mother let loose.  “You’re practically ruined. It is only the second day. The
second day
of the Season and you are practically ruined already.”

“
I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“
When will you learn to curb your tongue, young lady? You should feel very fortunate if
any
decent gentleman still wishes to court you after this disastrous beginning.”

 

Gideon stood at the entrance of the supper room and searched the crowd.  There were half a dozen redheads but none of them with gold mixed within.  Had Lady Moira left?  Two older ladies stopped before him, tittering back and forth over some recent scandal.  Gideon just wished they would move on. The ostrich plumes were blocking his view. Why did women wear such ridiculous hats?

“
I thought the Dowager Countess Hearne was about to have an apoplexy when I told her.  Her face went deathly white.”

Hearne
?  

The woman with the turquoise plume turned, smacking Gideon in the face with her feather.  “Then what happened?”

“
I have to give her credit. She remained calm and marched directly to Lady Moira and took her from the room.”

“
Do you think they’ll leave Town?”  

Gideon had half a mind to yank the feather from her hat if it brushed near his eye one more time. The women and their blasted feathers kept stepping back, forcing him to move, not the other way around.  Instead, he turned and left the ball. If he was not going to dance with Lady Moira, there was no longer a purpose for remaining, as he’d already fulfilled his other dance obligations.

Outside, he took a deep breath. Would her mother take her to the country? Some families did when their daughters had been ruined. Yet, was Lady Moira truly ruined?  She hadn’t actually done anything scandalous.  Lady Moira had only uttered a few ill-chosen words and captured the attention of every member of White’s.  

He glanced in one direction and then another.  There were other balls, and if he were serious about finding a wife, he should be making an appearance somewhere else. Yet he wasn’t in the mood.  It wasn’t as though there wouldn’t be dozens more balls before the Season ended and he certainly wasn’t going to go back inside the Davenports’. He’d experienced more male companionship during the height of shopping on Bond Street.

Gideon took the watch from his pocket and checked the time beneath the street lamp. Midnight.  Not exactly early, but not late enough to return home.  He was far too restless to sleep.  Where would everyone else be if not at a ball?  White’s, of course.

“
I don’t know why they left, and so suddenly,” a young woman said with concern.

Gideon turned as voices drew near.  Lady Moira’s older brother and his lovely wife were walking toward him.

“
It doesn’t matter. I am glad to be free of that place,” Hearne grumbled and signaled for his carriage.

“
Ainsely,” Hearne acknowledged.

“
Hearne.”  There wasn’t much more to say.

“
Do you happen to know where Lady Moira and her mother went off to?” Lady Hearne questioned him.

“
We don’t need to worry.  Just be glad we can go home,” Hearne insisted.

They didn’t know.  Should he tell them?  Obviously Hearne new about the bet, but what of his wife?  He caught and held Hearne’s eyes for a moment.  

“
What do you know?”  Hearne practically groaned.

“
Perhaps it is better discussed away from your wife.”

The woman’s eyes grew wide and she looked at Hearne.  “Your mother learned about the bet.” It was more of a statement than a question.

Apparently, Hearne didn’t bother to shield his wife from gossip or betting books.

“
I am afraid so. I overheard two ladies speaking.”

“
We should go to your sister,” the countess urged.

“
Moira can weather this storm without me. I will call on them first thing in the morning.”

Lady Hearne bit her bottom lip.  

“
Trust me. Moira is made of sterner stuff than the two of us put together.”

Hearne focused on Gideon. “Thank you for telling us.”