Page 24 of Beth: A Regency Romance Novell

“I can’t, I’m afraid. I must arrange to send Ramsey’s horse back to him.” His smile was warm and reassuring. “You’ll be back with your family very soon, Beth. The weather remains fine and it’s less than ten miles to Harrow Court.”

“Are you going to see the constable?”

“No, I’ll leave that to Andrew’s judgement. This should be handled discreetly.” Marcus finished his breakfast, drank the last of his coffee and rose. “I’ll pay the innkeeper and await you outside.”

Beth swallowed her disappointment that they were to part as she watched him leave the room. It was to be expected, she supposed, for her to have come to rely on him. After all she’d been through. Despite him ordering her to leave the estate, she and Lilly had remained to watch the duel through a window, her breath caught in her throat, while her admiration at his skill made her want to cheer him on as he fought Ramsey with such skill and grace. The gun gripped hard in her hand, she’d waited, determined to go to his aid should it be necessary, and she sagged with relief when he’d got the better of the scoundrel. Lilly had drawn her away to hide in the bushes. “No sense in annoying the gentleman. He did order us to leave,” she’d said in her practical fashion.

Beth sighed. She feared she was half-way in lo

ve with him. And it wouldn’t do. His position with the foreign office meant his life would involve government business, travel to foreign climes, and endless parties and soirees. That was not what she wanted, she wished for a smaller life. One where she could continue to care for wounded creatures. So far they’d always been woodland animals, but London had shocked her. There were so many poor stray dogs and cats on the streets. She wished she could rescue them too. One day, perhaps she could do more.

While she was eternally grateful to Jenny and Andrew for all they had done for her, she’d begun to crave a measure of independence for herself. Jenny, so contented in her marriage, wished the same for Beth. And while Beth agreed to attend a Season, she had not given up the idea of continuing her work. She intended to find the right man. One who would be supportive of her aims, and prayed her father, entrenched in his history and poetry books in Yorkshire, would not interfere with her choice.

“I need to see me Ma,” Lilly said, drawn from her contemplation of the customers in the inn dining room. “She cleans for the vicar today.”

“We’ll call in on the way,” Beth pushed back her chair intending to seek the privy. “Will you come to stay in London with me?”

“London? Cor, miss that will be a treat.”

It would all be new to Lilly, but Beth thought her clever and quick to learn, and she was loyal. She had already decided that instead of asking Jenny to find the maid a position at one of the other estates, she would invite Lilly to stay with her at Castlebridge. She was sure they would become good friends.

In the inn withdrawing room, Beth peered at her visage in the mirror. She scrubbed at her lips and cheeks to make her appear less pale and wan. Jenny would hate to see her like this. But it would be so good to be back with them again. She tidied her hair while admitting that at this moment, despite her misgivings, all she wanted to do was rest her head against Marcus’ broad shoulder. Would she see him again after all this was over? It hurt her to think she wouldn’t. Might he come sometimes to visit them? It seemed unlikely, for he hadn’t come to Castlebridge in all the years she lived there. But remembering how he had smiled at her, she thought he might. His brown eyes held a hint of something more personal than mere concern for her welfare. Something intimate had passed between them, like a secret. It warmed her and banished the cold knot in her chest.

Beth frowned into the mirror. She was being foolish. So relieved to be safe, of course she was enormously grateful to him. As the horror of last night faded a little, she would begin to think more clearly.

She turned and smiled at Lilly. “Ready to leave?”

“As much as I ever will be,” Lilly said with a wobbly grin.

Chapter Eight

As they departed, Beth waved from the window of the chaise. Marcus assumed that back in the loving bosom of her family, she would continue her come-out once she recovered from her ordeal. The suitors would line up. There would be plenty of men interested in a pretty lord’s daughter. The rush of hot jealousy took him by surprise. He swung around, strode to the stables, and saw off the groom who rode the chestnut back to Whittemore House.

Marcus mounted Zeus for the journey home. As he rode along, he gave little thought to Ramsey. His thoughts were of Beth: her spirit, her courage, how clever she’d been in outwitting the devil. On their ride to the village she’d told him how she’d tried to beat him at faro by employing the skills her brother had taught her. Her failure to get the better of the baron made her rueful. He huffed out a laugh at that and shook his head. He’d never met anyone like her.

He’d always considered his nature judicious. Not one to allow hot blood to rule him. During skirmishes on the Peninsular he was known for keeping his men focused and well disciplined. But he was learning something new about himself; he was capable of a heated yearning, an urgent passion. He realized that after all they had been through, what really mattered had suddenly become clear. Something was forged between them, for despite such short acquaintance, he wanted Beth; wanted her there at night in his bed, and when he looked across the room at those long, sometimes tedious functions he must attend, to find her smiling at him. It was surprising, but there it was.

He hadn’t been on the hunt for a wife, his constant travel abroad made that difficult. It had been a glamorous, exciting life working for the foreign office, and suited the rootless feeling which had never left him after the war. A lonely life, he admitted, his short-term relationships with women never deepening into love. One he was now growing tired of. He wanted hearth and home, and Beth, in the house in the Cotswolds he’d inherited from his father, which had been leased for years.

But this looming trip to Greece gave him pause. He intended to retire when he returned, but he could be gone for a year or more. By then Beth may well be engaged or even married. He couldn’t rush her off to a country where there was unrest. Nor could he ask her to wait for him. That hardly seemed fair or indeed wise. And even if he decided to take that chance, he could hardly stride into Andrew’s home and confess his desire to court her, like a blundering fool, not after the distressing experience she’d just endured. And what of Beth, would she welcome his suit? Might her flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes as they said their goodbyes, have merely been gratitude?

His hand on the rein while deep in thought, the rank smells and clamor made him aware that they had left the meadows and small villages behind. He rode through the outskirts of the bustling London streets packed with wagons, coaches, and carriages, the pavements crowded with jostling people.

It was well past noon when he reached the quieter tree-lined streets of Mayfair. He dismounted at his stables and Davy, his head groom greeted him. Marcus gave Zeus a pat before the groom took his rein and led the horse away.

After he had lunched, bathed, and dressed, Marcus set out on foot for Andrew’s mansion in Curzon Street. As he walked along the pavement swinging his cane, he was eager to learn from Andrew what had occurred in Paris to make Ramsey so mad for revenge. But most of all, he was eager to see Beth again.

The butler ushered Marcus into the library at Harrow Court. Smiling warmly, Andrew shook his hand. “Well done, Marcus. We were so relieved when Beth arrived home safely. I employed a Bow Street runner, but nothing much could be done during the early hours, and we had so little to go on.” He waved Marcus into a chair. “What a business! To reach Castlebridge to discover the letter was a hoax. And then on our return to London to find Beth had disappeared. Roused from her bed, Mrs. Grayshott was so deeply upset I could gain little sense from her. But in the end, I decided that she knew precious little more than we did. Foul play was at work, however, which upset Jenny dreadfully.”

“A dastardly fellow, Ramsey,” Marcus said. “It was little more than a hunch which took me to his house in Twickenham.”

“It was a stroke of genius.”

“All because of a horse with four white feet.” Marcus went on to explain about the gelding he’d hoped to buy at Tattersalls and how he had recognized it from the groom’s description.

“I shudder to think how it might have turned out. There were hundreds of guests present that night, and fortunately, a noisy argument broke out between Lord and Lady Blake and the lady’s lover, which held everyone’s attention. The story is still doing the rounds I am told.”

“I was gratified to learn that Mrs. Grayshott acceded to your request for discretion,” Andrew said over his shoulder while he poured wine from a carafe into two crystal glasses. He returned to hand one to Marcus, then took the chair opposite. His lips twitched. “The poor lady obviously struggled to resist such a juicy tale to relate to her dowager friends, but I have her firm promise nothing further will be said about the matter. We are lucky indeed, for only a couple of servants were witness to what took place, and even if it was discussed in the servants’ hall, very little could be made of it. I imagine it will soon die away. As soon as Beth arrived, I sent a letter of apology to Countess Wallington, stating how Beth was hurriedly called home due to a family emergency. The countess might suspect something more, but she is too wise in such matters to question it. So,” he said, leaning back in his wing chair, relief etched into his face, “we will remain hopeful that the haute ton remains in ignorance.”

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