The Grace of a Duke (26 page)

Charlotte wanted desperately to ask how the woman had suffered the black eye. Perhaps her cocked eyebrow did the asking for her, because Jane sighed and said, “One of the patrons at The Jack of Spades hit me.” She paused a moment, but before she could say anything else, Garrett leaned forward and placed a hand on her thigh.

Trying to ignore how the man touched Jane, Charlotte averted her eyes. “How awful. Was he arrested?” she wondered then, her attention going to Garrett.

“Angus McFarland,” he stated with a nod. “Nicholas Bingham’s henchman.” He waited for Charlotte to react and wasn’t surprised to see her hand go to her mouth, to hear her breath catch and a startled ‘oh’ escape her lips. “McFarland was the one who tried to blow up the main house,” Garrett added tersely.

“Garrett!” Jane admonished him quickly, her hand coming down on top of his to clasp it and shake it a bit.

“It’s quite alright,” Charlotte interrupted, her heart hammering in her chest. “I mean, it is not, of course, but, I am quite aware of what my devil of a cousin attempted to do. I am just ... very sorry you had to suffer from his machinations as well,” she said quietly, hoping the woman wouldn’t hold her responsible for the actions of a horrible relative. The Bingham name would not be an honorable one after the news that her cousin had arranged a murder and drained Edward Bingham’s bank accounts.

“Aye, you’re lucky to be alive, Lady Charlotte,” Jane said then. “If Mr. McFarland hadn’t been so inept, the house vera well might have caught fire or collapsed,” she added, her eyes wide. “I was so scared when Mr. McFarland said the house was near Kirdford. So scared. For you and for my Garrett,” she whispered solemnly, risking a glance in Garrett’s direction as she made the admission. He shrugged in reply, making a mental note to give her an extra kiss once Lady Charlotte took her leave.

“A window broke, and a beautiful oak tree was split in two,” Charlotte explained with a shrug. “You are right to refer to Mr. McFarland as inept,” she added with a wan smile. “But I do find myself hoping that he and my cousin are transported.” The statement was probably not appropriate to say aloud, but Charlotte couldn’t help herself. Nicholas Bingham deserved no mercy in her opinion. And seeing what Angus McFarland had done to Jane made her want to see him hang. Changing the subject, she turned to Garrett and asked, “Was your trip to town productive?”

Garrett smiled, a bit relieved and amused at Charlotte’s behavior. Here was a woman who had been subjected to a whipping, stitches, attempted murder, two betrothals, daily dealings with a cranky construction foreman, and Joshua Wainwright. It was a wonder she was going to be married on Saturday! “Quite,” he said with a nod. “I was able to visit everyone His Grace instructed me to see and ask for Miss Wethersby’s hand in marriage,” he added, reaching over to grasp Jane’s hand in his.

Charlotte was awestruck at how Garrett always seemed to be touching or holding his fiancée. “Tell me, Mr. McElliott, were you able to visit the modiste I wrote about?” Charlotte wondered as she helped herself to a Dutch biscuit. She turned her attention to Jane. “I sent a note to him whilst he was in London to ask him if he could see to the making of some special bed linens for His Grace,” she explained quickly, hoping the woman would not take offense to her corresponding with Garrett.

Garrett straightened, a mischievous grin appearing. “I did visit a modiste, although not the one you recommended. Jane’s modiste is quite efficient, in fact, and I have a package here somewhere,” he said as he glanced around the room. He noted Charlotte’s rounded eyes and was pleased that he was able to bring back the completed project in person. The woman was about to become the Duchess of Chichester, and he had every intention of seeing to it she was kept happy.

“Madame was able to make them so quickly?” Charlotte asked, surprised that the linens could be completed in only a couple of days. A modiste had performed miracles before, she knew, having had one make her a gown or two for last minute social engagements.

Nodding, Garrett rose from his chair and retrieved the paper and string-wrapped parcel from a table next to the door. “I had another order for her to fill, so it was not an inconvenience to request the linens at the same time,” Garrett commented as he returned to his chair. “When I mentioned my need for them quickly, she mentioned needing to test the skills of a new seamstress she was figuring to hire.” He leaned toward Jane, his thumb brushing her skirts as he added, “I believe Lady Charlotte means to make His Grace more comfortable, what with his scars and all.”

Charlotte blushed, partly because she wondered if Garrett guessed she had been sharing her bed with Joshua these past few nights and partly because she continued to notice Garrett’s way with Jane. He was so attentive – doting, almost – as his hands continued to find ways to caress or touch her. Not overtly, of course. They were not yet married. But should he be seen by anyone else, they might think his behavior scandalous. “And what else did you have her make?” she found herself asking, her curiosity suddenly piqued a moment before she realized it was really none of her business.

Garrett blushed suddenly. “I ...” He paused and dared a glance at Jane. “I wanted my bride to have a special gown. Perhaps you could take a look and tell me if you think it appropriate for our wedding day?” he wondered, his attention back on Charlotte.

Jane gasped as she stared at Garrett. “You bought me a
gown?
” she whispered.

Garrett nodded and reached for her hand, kissing the back of it.

He loves her,
Charlotte realized.

And a wave of jealousy swept over her. Not of Garrett’s affection for Jane, of course, but for the fact that Jane was loved by her fiancé.

Charlotte had tried such a tactic with Joshua during breakfast the day before. She thought if she showed the duke outright affection by kissing him on the cheek, he might warm to her. But his reaction had been reserved. He had been a bit startled perhaps, she remembered, and he regarded her with quickly hidden surprise as she went about telling the footman what she wanted on her breakfast plate. And then he had hardly eaten whilst she downed her food and carried on a rather one-sided conversation. Convinced her tactic had not worked, Charlotte made her excuses and retired to the west wing to continue her work there.

However could she make Joshua Wainwright love her? she wondered.

“I would be happy to look at the gown, Mr. McElliott,” she replied, glancing at Jane. “I take it you have not seen it?”

Jane looked between Charlotte and Garrett before she shook her head. “No. But it doesn’t surprise me,” she said quietly, her face dimpling as she regarded Garrett. Wanting the attention off of her, she asked about the duke. “Is His Grace ... recovering?” When neither immediately answered, she added, “One hears such sordid tales in London.”

Garrett leaned his elbows on his knees, a pose so casual Charlotte had to suppress a smile. “He’s doing fine, truly,” he replied with a nod. “At least, he was when I left Sunday,” he amended, looking to Charlotte for confirmation.

“He is recovering quite well, I should think,” she agreed with a nod. “And once you have seen his scars, they really are not so frightening.”

Nodding, Jane took a sip of her tea. “Does he ...
allow
people to call on him?” she wondered. “Should we call on him tomorrow, do you suppose? To wish him happy and ... well, let him know we have taken up residence in his cottage?” she clarified, a tinge of guilt coloring her voice.

“Of course,” Charlotte assured her, nodding as she said so. “He will love to see you again, I am sure.”

Garrett had placed a hand on the back of Jane’s. “I will head over there after dinner tonight to let him know of our plans,” he said gently. “As estate manager, I should think I have a bit of say in who lives here,” he added with a chuckle.

The workmen came out of the bedroom and stood off to the side, waiting for Garrett to notice them. “Excuse me,” he said as he put down his tea and moved toward the men. Charlotte was aware of coins being dropped into their palms and of murmurs of thanks, of hands being shaken. Their work done, the men left the cottage. Sounds of horses being roused from their sleep prefaced the sounds of wooden wheels creaking as the wagons left the premises, one after the other. Garrett had gone into the back room and returned, smiling. “You’re all moved in,” he said to Jane as he returned to his seat.

Jane smiled, and Charlotte caught the mixed look of relief and exhaustion on the woman’s face.
Poor woman! I called on her at least a day too soon!
“I really must be going back to my chores,” Charlotte said as she set down her tea cup, wondering at Garrett’s comment. Wouldn’t he be living with Jane after the wedding? She remembered then that his belongings were probably all at the main house. “Thank you so much for tea, Miss Wethersby. It’s been lovely.”

Giving Charlotte a wide smile, Jane joined her at the door to see her off, making sure she had the parcel from Madame Suzanne’s shop. “Do call me Jane. And thank you for calling on me. I feel honored to have a future duchess do so,” she said in all honesty.

“Oh, please, do not think of me that way,” Charlotte insisted. “I wish to be your friend. And, perhaps, a co-conspirator in the remodel of Wisborough Oaks.” Turning to Garrett, she said, “Your secret is safe with me, Mr. McElliott.” After a moment, she stilled herself. “Wait, you two will come to the main house for dinner tonight?” she insisted, her imploring gaze first on Jane and then on Garrett.

Jane’s look of panic was unmistakable. When he saw Jane’s reaction, Garrett shook his head. “I think we shall take our supper here this evening, Lady Charlotte. It has been a rather long day, and I believe Jane would like to rest before calling on the duke.”

Charlotte nodded then. “I shall have a smile upon my face throughout dinner this evening that I think will vex our dear duke.” After a pause, she added, “You will tell him tonight, though, won’t you? I cannot hold off spilling the good news much beyond dinner.”

Garrett chuckled. “I will meet the duke for port after dinner, of course. Perhaps you and Miss Wethersby could keep each other company whilst I explain matters to His Grace?” he suggested carefully. “I would rather not leave Jane here alone after dark.”

“Of course,” Charlotte agreed, nodding at Jane. The woman gave her a tentative smile in reply. “I will see you both after dinner then,” she said as she took her leave, practically skipping in her haste to get back to the main house.

“She seems very ... nice,” Jane said with some relief as she watched Charlotte make her way toward the main house. “Do you think she meant what she said about me helping with the decorating?”

Garrett wrapped his arms around Jane and nuzzled his nose into her neck. “Lady Charlotte is very agreeable. And yes, she really would like your help with decorating. Your taste is exquisite, you must know.” As much as he wanted to take Jane to meet the duke right then, Garrett recognized that she was fatigued.

Jane grinned, allowing her arms to finally move to Garrett’s neck. “I have not felt quite so weary in my entire life,” she said, her weight settling against the hard planes of his body.

“Thank you for tea, my love,” he whispered as he smoothed his hands along her back and then moved to lift her in his arms. “I do believe you have earned a nap, milady,” he said as he took her into the bedchamber. Although the room was smaller than his at the main house, it was still larger than the one in Jane’s apartment in London. The workmen had set up the furniture according to the floor plan he and Jane had made up in the coach whilst on their way there. Although the bed still needed to be made, Garrett lowered Jane onto the mattress, smoothing her skirts out before leaning over to kiss her on the forehead. He sat down beside her on the bed. “I think it’s high time you got some sleep,” he said gently, using a finger to push a loose curl off the side of her face. Jane murmured something about a gown, but was asleep before she could finish her thought.

Chapter 27

Mr. McElliott Visits His Grace

“Did you see her?” Joshua asked before taking a drag from his pipe, the tendrils of smoke curling up from the bowl. He knew one of the reasons Garrett had been eager to return to London was the opportunity to share a bed with his mistress. Although the term
mistress
was perhaps not quite correct for Jane Wethersby; Joshua knew that Garrett had spent only two nights with her over the past year, eschewing brothels in favor of those evenings with the quiet but pretty blonde.

Garrett did not answer immediately, but finally nodded. “Of course,” he murmured, a pang in his chest reminding him of how difficult it had been to take his leave of her moments ago. Jane and Lady Charlotte were headed to the west wing for a tour before Garrett found Joshua in the library. But his mood was suddenly light, and Joshua wondered at the change in his friend.

“Will you ever marry her, do you suppose?” Joshua asked then, knowing Garrett had favored only the one woman for a long time. Other than having her as a faro and vingt-et-un dealer at The Jack of Spades, he didn’t even know how Garret had come to know the chit.

His estate manager leaned forward and stubbed his cheroot in the crystal ashtray, his eyes still not focused. “Truth be told, I never thought myself the marrying kind,” he replied, an unspoken ‘but’ hanging in the air.

And neither have I.
Joshua regarded his friend for a moment, a sudden realization coming over him. “You love her,” he accused quietly. There had been a subtle change in Garrett over the past few months, one that Joshua had attributed to the work he did on estate matters.

But perhaps there was more to Garrett’s sudden maturity.

When Garrett merely glanced in his direction and then returned his attention to the smoking remains of his cheroot, Joshua waved his free hand and placed the pipe in the ashtray next to the cheroot. “Why didn’t you ... say something?” he wondered, his voice low.

Garrett eyed him with suspicion. “And say what?” he responded with a growl. “I’ve gone off and fallen head over Hessians for a chit in the city?” He bit his lip, not adding that she might be enceinte. He had spied Jane holding a hand protectively against her belly as she turned in front of a cheval mirror and regarded her naked reflection.
Was she with child?
he wondered, remembering how full her breasts felt in his hands, how her skin glowed in the candlelight after their gentle lovemaking, how she clung to him the last few nights as they slept. And he could not forget her murmured promise that he was the only man with whom she had given her body ... and her heart. He believed her, and not just because he knew he’d taken her virtue. She had insisted back then, after their first night together, that she was
his
and that he was entitled to the gift of her maidenhead. He hadn’t understood the importance of what had happened – not then. But now ... now ...

“So, what’s stopping you?” Joshua asked as he stood up from the deep leather sofa and moved to the sideboard. He poured a generous dollop of brandy into a snifter and held it out to Garrett. The man took it but did not immediately take a sip.

“Almost nothing,” Garrett stated with a shake of his head, a smirk appearing. “But I would be more inclined to marry if I knew there was some kind of income in my future.” It was true he had Jane’s dowry – the two of them could live on that for some time, even if he had to rent a house for them in Kirdford – but he wanted some assurance that he would have an income on which they could live for the rest of their lives. Her dowry should be set aside as a settlement for her and their children should he die before the children reached their majority.

Joshua poured himself a brandy. “Hmm,” he hedged for a moment. “Given how successful you’ve made this duchy in the short time you’ve been its manager, I would say it’s about time I compensated you,” Joshua announced, a hand on one hip. “I believe you should receive,” he paused to think a moment. “Five-hundred pounds for your work so far. What say you?”

Garrett’s eyebrows shot up. “Five hundred pounds?” he repeated, astonished.
The estate might not make five thousand pounds this year,
he considered. And he’d never cleared more than a hundred pounds in his best month of gambling in a gaming hell. “You’re serious?” he questioned, leaning his elbows on his knees and absently scrubbing his face with an open hand.

Wondering if perhaps he had underestimated what an estate manager should receive in pay, Joshua regarded Garrett. “Are you ... insulted?” he wondered, not sure how to broach the subject of appropriate pay.

Garrett lifted his gaze to take in his friend’s worried look. “No,” he replied with a shake of his head. “It’s a very generous sum, I am sure,” he added, thinking that his recompense for looking after the property in Chiswick for over three months had barely amounted to a hundred pounds, and that property, with all its employees and tenants and high maintenance gardens and lawns, had been much harder to oversee than all of the Chichester duchy properties combined.

Joshua nodded. “I’ll draft a note that you can take with you to London when you go to claim your bride,” he stated firmly, holding his snifter out as if to toast the decision. “Then you’ll bring her back here and attend my wedding on Saturday morning,” he finished with a salute of his glass.

But Garrett, barely able to suppress his grin, did not offer his glass in return. “There is still the matter of a place for us to live,” he murmured. He had known he couldn’t very well house Jane in his bedchamber at Wisborough Oaks. Although Jane and he had shared her bed whilst he was in London, he did not think it proper that he not have a room of his own in which to conduct business. Moving her into the dowager house seemed the best plan for the time being, but he found himself wanting to be there with her.

“You’ll use the dower house, of course,” Joshua answered, as if he was stating the obvious. “It’s not as if there will be a dowager duchess to use it anytime in the near or distant future,” he added, hoping that was truly the case. Hopefully, it would be a long time before he died, before his duchess would require the dowager cottage.
Years,
he assured himself. “And you’ll continue to use the study as an office. Better yet, we can have Charlotte create an office for you from one of the rooms she is decorating.”

Garrett’s eyebrow cocked in surprised. “Can we now?” he repeated, glad to hear Joshua’s confidence in Charlotte’s abilities.

“Yes,” Joshua replied, his demeanor suddenly very serious. “In fact, you can pick the room,” he stated, knowing his offer sounded rather like a bribe. “And if the cottage is too small, say, when you’re ready to start your nursery, the west wing will be complete, and you can take rooms there,” he reasoned.

Garrett took a deep breath. “Very good, then. I accept your offer of the dower house for the time being.” Placing his empty glass on the table before him, Garrett stood up. “However, I won’t be going back to London anytime soon,” he said as he straightened his coat, a smirk just appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Joshua regarded the taller man. “Why ... Why ever not?” he wondered, his one visible brow furrowing.

“I brought Jane with me. Along with a special license. We’ve decided we’d like to get married. This Saturday.”

Joshua stared at Garrett for several seconds before a smile split his face. “You
dog!
” He rushed over and embraced Garrett, his friend startled by the gesture as Joshua pounded on his back. “We’ll make it a double. I am sure Lady Charlotte will not mind,” he offered, pulling away suddenly, his eye alight with joy. “Oh, we’ll have to tell Mrs. Gates. She’s been planning this wedding for months,” he said off-handedly as he moved to the servant bell.

Garrett stared at Joshua for a moment, one eyebrow cocked. “Months?” he repeated in disbelief.

“Mm,” Joshua replied with a nod. “Hopeless romantic, that one. She’s been keeping track of Lady Charlotte’s age and figured we’d have the ceremony on her twenty-first birthday.” He pulled the bell and returned his attention to his estate manager. “I had to ride off to Chichester to get a marriage license.”

His mouth suddenly hanging open, Garrett regarded Joshua, his disbelief still evident. “All this time ... you
knew
you were going to marry Lady Charlotte?” He’d given his assurances to several people in London that a wedding would take place soon, but over the course of his stay in London, he had about given up on Joshua being the groom.

Joshua started to respond and then closed his mouth. He thought for a moment. Although he had fantasized that Lady Charlotte might one day be his wife, back when his brother was still alive, he spent the time since the fire convincing himself he could not hold her to a betrothal. It was not fair to a woman of her beauty to be married to a man who looked like he did, especially if she did so out of a sense of duty. But the events of the past week, including the jealousy he’d felt when he’d thought the Earl of Gisborn would end up with her, and Charlotte’s overt insistence that he marry her, had finally convinced him to ask for her hand. He would have to work on wooing Charlotte after the wedding and hope that one day she would feel affection for him. “I’ve only known for certain since yesterday afternoon,” Joshua finally answered, realizing it was as true an answer as he could make to the question.  “Others have been conspiring for far longer to see that this marriage happens, though,” he added with a hint of amusement. He returned to his seat opposite Garrett.

“Did you inform Grandby?” Garrett wondered then. The Earl of Torrington would be expecting the information, given what Garrett had told him. “And has Charlotte sent word to her parents?” His brief visit at hospital had been a relief when he found Edward Bingham, his doting wife at his side, alive and doing quite well. The Earl of Ellsworth was conscious and fully aware of what had occurred during his coma. Hopping mad at his nephew, he was attempting to arrange Nicholas’ arrest from his hospital bed and insisting his solicitor see him as soon as possible so he could rearrange his accounts and disinherit his nephew. As Garrett had moved to leave the room, Bingham was telling his wife that he couldn’t die until Lady Charlotte’s son was old enough to inherit. When Lady Bingham reminded her husband that Lady Charlotte wasn’t even yet married, the earl ordered Garrett to see to it that Lady Charlotte was married before the end of the week!

Of course, Garrett had no way of knowing that a proposal was being made that very moment.

“I wrote him an invitation yesterday, as well as one to Charlotte’s parents,” Joshua replied with a nod. “They were to be hand-delivered this morning.”

Three-day notice of a wedding,
Garrett thought with a grimace. Well, Grandby shouldn’t be too surprised. And neither should the Binghams. He was ordered to see to it, after all. The
ton
would have their gossip for the early Season balls, despite Lady Charlotte’s insistence to everyone she met that she would be wedding Joshua Wainwright when he was recovered enough from his burns.

Joshua sighed. “Did you ... invite ... anyone to your wedding?” he wondered, curious if Jane or Garrett would want any family present.

“No,” Garrett answered with a shake of his head. “Frank O’Laughlin has a new faro dealer to oversee at The Jack of Spades, and my letter to my parents won’t make it to Edinburgh for several days. You’ll have to stand with me.”

“And you’ll have to do the same for me,” Joshua countered with a nod.

Garrett regarded him for a moment. “Are you sure you want a double wedding? It doesn’t seem appropriate for two commoners to be marrying at the same time as a duke and his duchess.” He had imagined his own wedding to be a small affair, with just the two of them and their witnesses before a vicar.

Joshua shook his head. “You’re going to make me stand up there first, aren’t you?” he asked, his head still shaking from side to side.

“Nope,” Garrett replied soberly. “I’m going first. Besides, I’m older.”

Joshua sighed but allowed a big smile. “It’ll keep my mind off of mine, then,” he agreed with a nod.

Mrs. Gates hurried into the library, having been present in the servants wing when the bell hung. “You rang, Your Grace?” she asked with a pleasant smile.

Suddenly at a loss of words, Joshua regarded the servant for several seconds as he wondered how to tell her that she must amend her plans for the wedding feast on Saturday.

Garrett straightened. “Mrs. Gates, His Grace wanted to inform you that my fiancée and I will be marrying Saturday morning, directly before his ceremony,” he stated formally. “I wanted to assure you that I do not expect you to change any of the plans you’re making on His Grace’s behalf, but I thought you should know.”

Mrs. Gates stared at the estate manager for a bit, her eyes widening. “Well, I’ll be. I wondered when I would hear such news. We go for fifteen years without a momentous occasion in this household, and then we have
two
in one day!” she complained, her arms suddenly spreading wide and then coming to rest on the sides of her head.

“I don’t expect extra guests for my wedding,” Garrett said with a shake of his head. “And we can have our wedding breakfast at the same time as his,” he nodded toward Joshua, “Seeing as how I’ll be his best man and he’ll be mine.”

The housekeeper’s arms dropped to her sides. “Oh, well, when you put it like that, I suppose we’ll be able to accommodate you just fine, Mr. McElliott,” she said, a bit of sarcasm in her voice. She turned to regard the duke. “And how long have you known this confirmed bachelor was getting married?” she asked in an accusing tone.

Joshua’s mouth dropped open before he could defend himself. “The moment I rung the bell, Mrs. Gates, was the first moment I knew anything about him getting married,” he claimed with a shake of his head.

The housekeeper’s face broke into a huge grin. “Oh, Mr. McElliott, best wishes to you and yours. Where is the lucky girl, by the way?”

Garrett bit his lip, knowing he would get a scolding for having left Jane with Lady Charlotte. “Uh, she’ll be along shortly,” he said lightly. “She’s on a tour of the house,” he added when Mrs. Gates’ eyebrow shot up.

“And does she have a name?” Mrs. Gates countered, wondering if the estate manager was marrying someone she might know.

“Jane. Jane Wethersby,” he answered with a nod. “Although she was born very near to my home in Scotland, I just met her in London a couple of years ago.”

Mrs. Gates clapped her hands together. “Oh! That would be Frank O’Laughlin’s adopted daughter,” she said happily. “Such a pretty girl, too, even if she is a bit long in the tooth. Beautiful fingers, so deft. It’s so good to hear she’ll have a respectable husband. It cannot be easy for a woman to meet good men when they live in a gaming establishment like Mr. O’Laughlin’s,” she added with a shake of her head. “I hear tell he has a brothel on the top floor of that place,” she went on, a hint of scandal in her voice. “Well, if you’ll excuse me, I need to let Cook know we’ll need another cake.” She started to hurry off to the door as Joshua and Garrett both stared at the housekeeper, their open mouths a testament to their surprise at learning Mrs. Gates knew Jane.