The Convenient Marriage (7 page)

it is with the Winwoods. She does very well for herself, very well indeed!'

The Earl leaned back in his chair, one hand in his breeches pocket, the other quite idly playing with his quizzing-glass. 'Crosby,' he said gently, 'if ever you repeat that remark I am afraid - I am very much afraid - that you will quite certainly predecease me.'

There was an uncomfortable silence. Mr Drelincourt looked down at his cousin and saw that under the heavy lids those bored eyes had entirely lost their smile. They held a very unpleasant glint. Mr Drelincourt cleared his throat, and said, his voice jumping a little: 'My dear Marcus—! I assure you I meant nothing in the world! How you do take one up!'

'You must forgive me,' said his lordship, still with that alarming grimness about his mouth.

'Oh, certainly! I don't give it a thought,' said Mr Drelincourt. 'Consider it forgotten, cousin, and as for the cause, you have me wrong, quite wrong, you know.'

The Earl continued to regard him for a moment; then the grimness left his face, and he suddenly laughed.

Mr Drelincourt picked up his hat and cane, and was about to take his leave when the door opened briskly, and a lady came in. She was of middle height, dressed in a gown of apple-green cambric with white stripes, in the style known as
vive bergere
, and had a very becoming straw hat with ribands perched upon her head. A scarf caught over one arm, and a sunshade with a long handle completed her toilet, and in her hand she carried, as Mr Drelincourt saw at a glance, a copy of the
London Gazette
.

She was an extremely handsome woman, with most speaking eyes, at once needle-sharp, and warmly smiling, and she bore a striking resemblance to the Earl.

On the threshold she checked, her quick gaze taking in Mr Drelincourt. 'Oh - Crosby!' she said, with unveiled dissatisfaction.

Rule got up, and took her hand. 'My dear Louisa, have you also come to breakfast?' he inquired.

She kissed him in a sisterly fashion, and replied with energy: 'I breakfasted two hours ago, but you may give me some coffee. I see you are just going, Crosby. Pray don't let me keep you. Dear me, why will you wear those very odd clothes, my good creature? And that absurd wig don't become you, take my word for it!'

Mr Drelincourt, feeling unable to cope adequately with his cousin, merely bowed, and wished her good morning. No sooner had he minced out of the room than Lady Louisa Quain flung down her copy of the
Gazette
before Rule. 'No need to ask why that odious little toad came,' she remarked. 'But, my dear Marcus, it is too provoking! There is the most nonsensical mistake made! Have you seen it?'

Rule began to pour coffee into his own unused cup. 'Dear Louisa, do you realize that it is not yet eleven o'clock, and I have already had Crosby with me? What time can I have had to read the
Gazette}'

She took the cup from him, observing that she could not conceive how he should care to go on drinking ale with his breakfast. 'You will have to put in a second advertisement,' she informed him. 'I can't imagine how they came to make such a stupid mistake. My dear they have confused the names of the sisters! Here it is! You may read for yourself: 'The Honourable Horatia Winwood, youngest daughter of—' Really, if it were not so vexing it would be diverting! But how in the world came they to put "Horatia" for "Elizabeth"?'

"You see," said Rule apologetically, "Arnold sent the ad-vertisement to the
Gazette
.'

'Well, I never would have believed Mr Gisborne to be so big a fool!' declared her ladyship.

'But perhaps I ought to explain, my dear Louisa, that he had my authority,' said Rule still more apologetically.

Lady Louisa, who had been studying the advertisement with a mixture of disgust and amusement, let the
Gazette
drop, and twisted round in her chair to stare up at her brother in astonishment. 'Lord, Rule, what can you possibly mean?' she demanded. 'You're not going to marry Horatia Winwood!'

'But I am,' said his lordship calmly.

'Rule, have you gone mad? You told me positively you had offered for Elizabeth!'

'My shocking memory for names!' mourned his lordship.

Lady Louisa brought her open hand down on the table. 'Nonsense!' she said. 'Your memory's as good as mine!'

'My dear, I should not like to think that,' said the Earl. 'Your memory is sometimes too good.'

'Oh!' said the lady critically surveying him. 'Well, you had best make a clean breast of it. Do you really mean to marry that child?'

'Well, she certainly means to marry me,' said his lordship.

'What?' gasped Lady Louisa.

'You see,' explained the Earl, resuming his seat, 'though it ought to be Charlotte, she has no mind to make such a sacrifice, even for Elizabeth's sake.'

'Either you are out of your senses, or I am!' declared Lady Louisa with resignation. 'I don't know what you're talking about, and how you can mean to marry Horatia, who must be still in the schoolroom, for I'm sure I have never clapped eyes on her - in place of that divinely beautiful Elizabeth—'

'Ah, but I am going to grow used to the eyebrows,' interrupted Rule. 'And she has the Nose.'

'Rule,' said her ladyship with dangerous quiet, 'do not goad me too far! Where have you seen this child?'

He regarded her with a smile hovering round his mouth. 'If I told you, Louisa, you would probably refuse to believe me.'

She cast up her eyes. 'When did you have this notion of marrying her?' she asked.

'Oh, I didn't,' replied the Earl. 'It was not my notion at all.'

'Whose, then?'

'Horatia's, my dear. I thought I had explained.'

'Do you tell me, Marcus, the girl asked you to marry her?' said Lady Louisa sarcastically.

'Instead of Elizabeth,' nodded his lordship. 'Elizabeth, you see, is going to marry Mr Heron.'

'Who in the world is Mr Heron?' cried Lady Louisa. 'I declare, I never heard such a farrago! Confess, you are trying to take me in.'

'Not at all, Louisa. You don't understand the situation at all. One of them must marry me.'

'That I can believe,' she said dryly. 'But this nonsense about Horatia? What is the truth of it?'

'Only that Horatia offered herself to me in her sister's place. And that - but I need not tell you - is quite for your ears alone.'

Lady Louisa was not in the habit of giving way to amaze-ment, and she did not now indulge in fruitless ejaculations. 'Marcus, is the girl a minx?' she asked.

'No,' he answered. 'She is not, Louisa. I am not at all sure that she is not a heroine.'

'Don't she wish to marry you?'

The Earl's eyes gleamed. 'Well, I am rather old, you know, though no one would think it to look at me. But she assures me she would quite like to marry me. If my memory serves me, she prophesied that we should deal famously together.'

Lady Louisa, watching him, said abruptly: 'Rule, is this a love-match?'

His brows rose; he looked faintly amused. 'My dear Louisa! At my age?'

'Then marry the Beauty,' she said. 'That one would understand better.'

'You are mistaken, my dear. Horatia understands perfectly. She engages not to interfere with me.'

'At seventeen! It's folly, Marcus.' She got up, drawing her scarf around her. 'I'll see her for myself.'

'Do,' he said cordially. 'I think - but I may be prejudiced - you will find her adorable.'

'If you find her so,' she said, her eyes softening, 'I shall love her - even though she has a squint!'

'Not a squint,' said his lordship. 'A stammer.'

Chapter Four

The question Lady Louisa Quain longed to ask yet did not ask was: 'What of Caroline Massey?' Her brother's relations with the fair Massey were perfectly well known to her, nor was she, in the general way, afraid of plain speaking. She told herself that nothing she could say would be likely to have any effect on his conduct, but admitted that she lacked the moral courage to broach the subject. She believed that she enjoyed a good deal of Rule's confidence, but he had never discussed his amorous adventures with her, and would be capable of delivering an extremely unpleasant snub if she trespassed on forbidden ground.

Although she did not flatter herself that her influence had had very much to do with it, it was she who had urged him to marry. She said that if there was one thing she found herself unable to bear it was the prospect of seeing Crosby in Rule's shoes. It was she who had indicated Miss Winwood as a suitable bride. She liked Elizabeth, and was quick to value not only her celestial good looks, but the sweetness of her disposition as well. Surely the possession of so charming a wife would wean Rule from his odious connexion with the Massey. But now it did not seem as though Rule cared whom he married and that augured very ill for his bride's future influence over him. A chit of seventeen too! It could not be more unpromising.

She waited on Lady Winwood and met Horatia. She left South Street later in quite another frame of mind. That black-browed child was no simpering miss from the schoolroom. Lord! thought her ladyship, what a dance she would lead him! It was better, far better than she had planned. Elizabeth's docility would not have answered the purpose near so well as Horatia's turbulence. Why, she told herself, he'll have not a moment's peace and no time at all for that odious Massey creature!

That Rule foresaw the unquiet future that so delighted his sister seemed improbable. He continued to visit in Hertford Street, and no hint of parting crossed his lips.

Lady Massey received him in her rose and silver boudoir two days after the announcement of his betrothal. She was dressed in a negligee of lace and satin, and reclined on a brocaded sopha. No servant announced him; he came into the room as one who had the right, and as he shut the door, remarked humorously: 'Dear Caroline, you've a new porter. Did you tell him to shut the door in my face?'

She held her hand to him. 'Did he do so, Marcus?'

'No,' said his lordship. 'No. That ignominious fate has not yet been mine.' He took her hand and raised it to his lips. Her fingers clasped his, and drew him down to her. 'I thought we were being very formal,' he said, smiling, and kissed her.

She retained her hold on his hand, but said half quizzically, half mournfully: 'Perhaps we should be formal - now, my lord.'

'So you did tell the porter to shut the door in my face?' sighed his lordship.

'I did not. But you are to be married, are you not, Marcus?'

'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 lordship 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 lordship, '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 lordship 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 glass 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 lordship. '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 Massey worthy of so signal an honour?'

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

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

'Marriage,' said his lordship pensively, 'is such a very dull affair, you know.'