Page 26 of The Duke's Inconvenient Bride
“No.”
“Then first, we should speak to him and carry out a full search of the house. I’m sure she will turn up somewhere.”
Lady Carlisle lowered her hand. “I hope you’re right.”
Unfortunately, a full search of the house did not reveal any useful information. There was no sign of Violet, and it didn’t look as if her bed had been slept in.
They took a break from searching, and Emma washed and dressed. She went looking for her mother but was intercepted by Samuels at the top of the grand staircase.
“A caller has arrived for you, my lady,” he said.
Her heart lifted. “Who is it?”
His craggy face softened. “A Mr. Marcus Adair.”
“Send him away.”
Emma flinched as the order came from her left. She spun and found her father standing with his hands on his hips.
“We are not receiving this morning,” he said. “Not until Violet is found.”
“But father,” Emma protested. “He—”
“But nothing.” His tone was firm. “Samuels, please inform any visitors that they may call on us tomorrow instead.”
“Very well, my lord.” Samuels took the stairs down to speak with Mr. Adair.
Emma’s insides grew heavy. She’d finally met a man she liked who might like her in return, and her father wouldn’t let her see him.
She turned away before he could see that he’d upset her.
Why did Violet’s antics have to interfere with her prospects? Her sister had probably gone to visit a friend and not mentioned it to anyone. Yes, it was early, but that explanation was more likely than anything else.
“Confirming Violet’s safety is our top priority,” he said.
“I know.” As it should be. She just wished…. Well, she selfishly wished that Violet had chosen a different time to disappear.
Emma trudged down the corridor, but she hadn’t gone far before someone called her name from behind. She glanced over her shoulder. Samuels was hurrying toward her, clutching an envelope.
“A missive came for you,” he said.
“Is it from Mr. Adair?” Perhaps he’d left a note with the butler.
“I’m afraid not, but it looks like Lady Violet’s handwriting.”
Emma took the envelope from him, her hands shaking. He was right. The loopy handwriting was Violet’s.
“Thank you.”
She tore the envelope open and pulled out a letter. She read it quickly, growing colder inside with every word.
My dear Emma,
By now, you will probably have noticed that I have left Carlisle House. I’m sure you are curious where I am, so I shall be direct.
I have eloped with Mr. Mayhew.
We are on our way to Gretna Green, where we intend to be married. I know my actions are reckless and that you are no doubt shocked by my decision.
