The Dark Earl (5 page)
Harry spied her friend Lady Emily Curzon-Howe, who had lovely chestnut-colored hair. “I think it tiresome that we must all wear white.”
Emily whispered behind her fan, “White flatters you and me, but Lady Augusta Seymour looks like an unmade bed.”
“That’s rather cruel, but I was thinking the exact same thing,” Harry murmured.
When the chamberlain opened the door to the throne room, everyone filed in and waited politely for their turn to be acknowledged by the queen.
Harry sighed with relief when her father arrived. She gave him a radiant smile, and the Duke of Abercorn bent and kissed her brow, then kissed Beatrix. James Hamilton was a loving father who doted on his daughters.
Abercorn murmured his thanks to his brother-in-law Lord John for accompanying his ladies to Buckingham Palace. He then watched proudly as his eldest daughter walked down the throne room and made her curtsy before the queen.
“Lady Harriet, we are delighted to welcome you to our Drawing Room. Your gown is lovely. The Duchess of Abercorn’s fashion sense is incomparable.”
“Thank you, Your Gracious Majesty.” Her Season had begun at long last.
When all the debutantes had been presented, everyone was free to mingle and partake of the refreshments. Harry joined her family. “The queen complimented my gown and Mother’s fashion sense.”
“Victoria’s manners are always perfect,” her father declared. “She’s after your mother for her
Mistress of the Robes
.”
Mistress of the Robes
.”
The duchess rolled her eyes and gave a delicate shudder.
James laughed before turning to his daughters. “Are you ready for your ball?”
“Yes. Harry and I can’t wait. Are you coming home tonight, Father?”
“I am, my dear.” James spoke to his wife. “I’m tired of sleeping alone, aren’t you?”
Louisa gave him a sideways look. “What makes you think I’m sleeping alone?”
Harry smiled at their banter.
Mother holds him in the palm of her hand. They act like lovers. That’s the kind of relationship I want.
Mother holds him in the palm of her hand. They act like lovers. That’s the kind of relationship I want.
James Hamilton greeted Richard Curzon-Howe, who had been lord chamberlain to the late Queen Adelaide. He stood with his daughter Emily, from his first marriage. Abercorn was always amazed that the aging earl had been able to attract such a young second wife.
Lady Abercorn greeted Lady Curzon-Howe and felt a twinge of compassion for the young Irish beauty. The ladies had coordinated the dates of their debutante balls.
Lady Emily drew close to Harry and whispered in her ear, “I want you to formally introduce me to your brother.”
“Are you sure? He’s only sixteen,” Harry informed her.
“What the devil does that matter? He’s extremely handsome and someday he’ll be a duke of the realm.”
Harry approached her brother, with Emily in tow. “James, I’d like you to meet Lady Emily. She’ll be at our ball tomorrow night.” Harry winked. “Seems she’s attracted to younger men.”
Emily smiled. “It runs in the family. My father wed a lady not much older than I.”
James took her hand to his lips. “How fortuitous. I’m raving mad about older women. I shall claim the first dance tomorrow night.”
Harry said dryly, “A match made in heaven. I shall give you some privacy.”
She joined her mother, who was in conversation with Lord John.
“May I rely upon you to bring our sister Rachel to the ball? If everyone sees she is held in high esteem by her family, it will put an end to the scandalous gossip about her.” When Rachel was born, the rumors were rife that the famous artist Edwin Landseer had fathered her. The speculation had begun again when Georgina, Duchess of Bedford, passed away.
“Poor Rachel was absolutely devastated when she heard the rumor. But I believe the fact that she still resides at Campden Hill with the family’s blessing has done much to quell the gossip,” John assured her. Lord John and his wife, Fanny, lived next door to Campden Hill in Kensington, at Holland House. Lady Holland had left it to him in her will, perhaps because Johnny had been like a son to her, or more likely because she detested her own daughter-in-law.
“Rachel is such delightful company,” Harry declared. “Will you please invite her to stay with us for a few days after the ball?”
“Of course. Rachel has such a happy disposition. John, tell her to bring enough clothes for a fortnight. ’Tis a pity that she is still unwed. It always falls to the last daughter left at home to look after the mother, and Rachel dutifully dedicated herself to Mother the last few years. I’ll try my hand at matchmaking while she’s in London.”
Harry saw that Prince Albert was making a beeline toward her mother. Lady Lu attracted admirers from grooms to princes. Harry knew that where Albert went, Victoria followed, so she took Johnny’s arm and led him toward the refreshment table. “There’s something I want to ask you. I believe Thomas Anson is a member of Parliament. What can you tell me about him?”
“Thomas is the member for Lichfield, Staffordshire. His father, the Earl of Lichfield, was also a politician until his health gave out. Like me, Thomas is a Whig.”
“Surely you can tell me more than that.”
Johnny eyed her with speculation. “Well, let’s see. He’s dark, handsome, thirtyish, unwed, an art expert. He’ll inherit his father’s earldom, but no fortune, I’m afraid.”
“He’ll inherit Shugborough Hall.”
Johnny hid his glee. He knew of Harriet’s passion for houses. “Viscount Anson is a very serious, no-nonsense sort of man. He doesn’t suffer fools gladly. I warrant he’s far too sober and straitlaced for you, Harry.”
Indeed! Thomas Anson is direct, assertive, and utterly self-assured. He delivers his reprimands in a clipped tone.
“I invited him to my ball, in spite of the fact that he thoroughly disapproves of me, and makes no bones about it.”
“I invited him to my ball, in spite of the fact that he thoroughly disapproves of me, and makes no bones about it.”
“I thought D’Arcy Lambton was at the top of your list of suitors.”
“Oh, he is. Absolutely! The Earl of Durham owns Lambton Castle.”
“Have you ever seen the castle?”
“No, but I’ve seen it in paintings. It was designed in the style of a Norman stronghold. I can’t wait to visit it.”
“It’s built on the site of a more ancient castle known for its legendary dragon. You must ask D’Arcy about it.”
“How fascinating! I love legends. Ireland is steeped in them. I shall ask him about the dragon tomorrow night at the ball.”
The following day, the Hamilton ladies greeted John’s wife, Fanny, and Lady Rachel. They arrived in the afternoon with ample time to dress for the ball.
“I’m so glad you’ll be staying with us for a while, Rachel. I’m dying to hear what you are planning to write in your next book.” Harry picked up Rachel’s hatbox and they headed up the stairs to the guest wing.
“Why don’t you share the guest chamber with me? I need some good ideas, and two heads are decidedly better than one.”
“That’s a splendid idea.” Harry had always been proud that her aunt penned romance novels, and was thrilled at the prospect of contributing to her next book. “We can also help each other dress for the ball. I hope your gown is ravishing. Mother has invited every eligible bachelor in London.”
“Harry, need I remind you that I am a twenty-eight-year-old spinster?”
“Rubbish! You are a fascinating woman of the world and a redhead to boot. You simply
have
to marry, Rachel. An unwed woman has no more rights than a child. Once we are married, we can join the Married Women’s Property Committee. They are doing their utmost to change the law so we can own property in our own right.” Harry laughed. “First things first. We are going to have great fun, starting tonight.”
have
to marry, Rachel. An unwed woman has no more rights than a child. Once we are married, we can join the Married Women’s Property Committee. They are doing their utmost to change the law so we can own property in our own right.” Harry laughed. “First things first. We are going to have great fun, starting tonight.”
“You are a marvelous dancer, Father.” Lady Harriet, partnered by the Duke of Abercorn, opened the ball, while her sister Beatrix danced with their uncle Lord John Russell. “I chose to wear green for Ireland, even though it flaunts convention.”
James smiled down at his daughter. “I’m surprised you didn’t insist on the ancestral Abercorn crimson.”
“Mother has dibs on that color, though I must admit she looks glorious in it.”
“I predict that you and Beatrix will steal her thunder tonight, and she wouldn’t want it any other way. I see she let you wear her emerald and diamond earrings.”
“Yes, she’s the most generous mother in the world.”
“I predict it won’t be long before you have your own jewels.”
“By that, I take it you mean I will soon have a husband.”
“I warrant there are at least a half dozen suitors here tonight, eager to steal you away from me.”
“I’m looking for someone exactly like you, Father.” She gazed up at him with genuine love and admiration.
“Oh, if your standards are that high, I shall be stuck with you forever,” he teased.
“You’re full of blarney. Go and dance with Trixy.”
The Earl of Durham claimed the second dance with Lady Harriet.
“Have you been waiting for me, D’Arcy?” Harry’s eyes sparkled with happiness.
“Longer than you think. I’ve been awaiting your debut for more than a year.”
“I must think of a suitable reward for your patience,” she teased.
“Your beauty is radiant tonight. Promise you’ll let me escort you to supper later?”
“Only if you’ll tell me about the Lambton dragon.”
His blue eyes danced with laughter. “Legend has it that when he was a boy, my early ancestor John Lambton went fishing in the River Wear and caught an eel, which he promptly threw down the well. Years later, when he returned from the Crusades, he found the surrounding villages desecrated by a dragon that emerged from the well. It ate all the livestock and even snatched away small children. The villagers couldn’t kill it because whenever they hacked off a piece of the dragon, it grew back.”
“Whatever did Crusader John do?”
“He consulted with a wise witch, who advised him to cover his armor with spearheads, but she warned that once the dragon was dead, he would have to kill the first living thing he encountered, or his family would be cursed for nine generations and wouldn’t die in their beds.”
“A dragon
and
a witch. How fascinating!”
and
a witch. How fascinating!”
“When the dragon wrapped itself around him, it was mortally wounded by the spearheads. As he hacked off the pieces, they were washed away in the River Wear.
“After he killed it, his dog ran out to greet him.”
Harry caught her breath. “Oh, no, he didn’t?”
“No, he didn’t have the heart to kill his dog, so for nine generations the Lambtons were cursed.”
“Which generation are you?”
“I’m at least the twelfth, I believe.”
Harry smiled. “So there is every likelihood that you will die decently in your bed.”
He bent close to whisper, “Or indecently.”
Her smile widened. “If you’re lucky!”
The Duchess of Abercorn stared at a dark male who had just arrived. She had no idea who he was and turned to her brother. “Johnny, who’s that swarthy gentleman? I’m sure I didn’t invite him.”
“That’s Thomas Anson. Harry invited him. He’s the member for Lichfield.”
“Good Lord! His father is the reprobate Earl of Lichfield. How does Harriet know him? I hope he isn’t following in his father’s footsteps.”
“Thomas is the antithesis of his father. Viscount Anson is extremely principled. He was supportive when I was PM and I consider him a friend.” John signaled and Thomas made his way across the ballroom.
Once the men exchanged greetings, Anson bowed before the duchess, who smiled and offered him her hand. He took it to his lips. “Your Grace, may I have the honor of this dance?”
“It would be my pleasure, Lord Anson.” As they moved onto the floor, she examined his features.
He’s as tall as my husband, but much darker. I wonder if the rumors about his mother are true.
Barbara Philips’s father was a prosperous West Indian planter and because of his daughter’s black hair and dusky complexion, it was hinted that she could be half-caste.
He’s as tall as my husband, but much darker. I wonder if the rumors about his mother are true.
Barbara Philips’s father was a prosperous West Indian planter and because of his daughter’s black hair and dusky complexion, it was hinted that she could be half-caste.
He is treating me with great formality. His features are stern because he doesn’t smile. He looks at least thirty. . . . I wonder why he isn’t married.
Lady Lu smiled up at Anson. “Are you a confirmed bachelor, my lord?”
Lady Lu smiled up at Anson. “Are you a confirmed bachelor, my lord?”
Thomas hid his amusement. “I have nothing against marriage, Your Grace. I simply cannot afford the luxury of a wife. Every penny I earn goes toward buying back Shugborough’s treasures and antiquities that were auctioned a decade ago.”
“What a noble endeavor. I salute you, my lord.”
“Noble perhaps, but the task I have set myself is gargantuan.”
Gargantuan indeed. We bought Shugborough’s entire library, along with paintings and furniture, and have no intention of selling them back to you.
“Is your father well?”
“Is your father well?”
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