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Even More Consequences From A Call - Chapter 32
November 20, 2020 12:37AM | Registered: 8 years ago Posts: 214 |
This is the last chapter and I will post an epilogue next week. Other than the Bingley’s, please let me know if I have left anything hanging or if you want to hear more about a particular person or situation.
Chapter 32
Dorset House, London
Tuesday, April 28, 1812
Juliet Sakville sat in the window seat of the main parlour at Dorset House with her four-month-old brother in her arms. Named after his paternal grandfather and great-grandfather, Theodore Walter Sakville, who she affectionately referred to as Theo, made his appearance on Christmas morning. She thought he should have been named Christopher, but her parents had already decided on a name.
It would be a challenge to make sure the day of her brother’s birth was not overshadowed by the Lord’s birth in the Sakville household. She had extracted a promise from the housekeeper at Cloverdale that Theo’s favourite dessert would be served for dinner on every anniversary of his birth.
For at least half an hour, she had been on the window seat as her brother napped in her arms while she watched people pass by and thought of the past few months. It amazed her how many changes had happened in her family.
Her Aunt Fanny had given birth to twin sons, Jane and Lizzy had been married to fine men, Celia and Mary had been presented to the queen. As if that was not enough, it did not take into consideration that she had almost been kidnapped and presumably ransomed to her parents for a perceived slight.
“What an arresting vision you make sitting there,” came a voice from the doorway that she was not prepared to hear.
Why would Lord Halburn not leave her alone? She had told him numerous times, in no uncertain terms, that she wanted nothing to do with him, but he kept approaching her. She was willing to admit that he... enthralled her. He was not the typical heir who let his father handle all estate matters while he participated in debauched behaviour. The Viscount had the unmarried women of society, and some of the matrons, throwing themselves at him. Why did he feel it necessary to go against her wishes and practically harass her? This last attempt at forcing a conversation was enough.
“Why do you keep approaching me? I have told you, more times than I can count by the way, that I am not interested in you. I wish you would quit harassing me and leave me alone!” she stated bluntly.
“Harass? You think I have attacked you?” he asked, sounding hurt. “If I had realized you truly meant what you said, I would have honoured your request immediately. However, I thought you were being playful because I enthralled you as much as you fascinate me.”
She sucked in a breath. How could he have known which adjective she had chosen to describe him?
He stared at her for a few moments before dejectedly saying, “I apologize for harassing you and forcing you to endure my presence. You have my word as a gentleman that I will importune you no further. Good day.”
He turned to leave, and Juliet instantly felt remorseful for lashing out. His behaviour truly had been above reproach, and, she had to admit, there was some truth to his claim that she had been acting playfully.
“Wait!” she called urgently. She felt even worse when he stopped, put his head down, but did not immediately turn to face her.
“To accuse you of harassing me was disingenuous,” she admitted while trying to stand up without disturbing Theo.
“Here, allow me,” Lord Halburn said with his arms out as though he meant to take Theo. “No, I am not out of my mind and yes, I mean for you to give me the babe.”
Juliet handed her brother over and was surprised at the ease with which Lord Halburn held Theo. She accepted the hand he extended and stood up. This man was a study in contradictions. He came on strong but could be gentle. She did not know what to make of him.
“You are wondering how I am so familiar with babes?”
“I must admit, I am. Most gentlemen would not consider ease with an infant to be among their accomplishments,” she said with a corner of her mouth upturned.
“You forget, I am fifteen years older than Georgie. I adored that girl when she was born, and still do. The year of her birth, I spent the entire summer at Pemberley and between Aunt Anne, Uncle George, William, and me, most days she was only turned over to her nurse at night,” he said with a fond smile. “I also spent a fortnight in Meryton shortly after your cousins were born. Those Bennet boys were unexpected and are doted on by their parents, sisters, and everyone else who visits Longbourn.”
This was a side of him that she had not been fortunate enough to see before. Theo started to wake up and she watched in fascination as Lord Halburn settled her brother naturally. She felt as though she was being given a rare glimpse at the type of father he would be. It was attractive. It made her look at him with new eyes and review all their previous interactions with new insight. Yes, it was very attractive, indeed.
“Lady Juliet,” the butler said from the open door, “A Miss Ibbot is asking to see Lady Celia.”
“She is not at home,” she answered, confused as to why he would interrupt her.
“I told her that, My Lady, but she insists she is expected,” their harried looking butler, Jarvis, explained.
“Of course I am expected. I am a new, but dear, friend of Lady Celia,” a short, stunning blond said as she brushed past the butler and entered the parlour as if she owned the house.
She raised an eyebrow at Lord Halburn who shook his head slightly. Juliet and Celia had discussed everything that happened yesterday at Celia’s presentation, in excruciating detail, and her sister never mentioned a Miss Ibbot, nor had Mary. Heavens above this woman was arrogant. To walk into the townhouse of a duke and presume an acquaintance with a daughter of the household based on the fact that she supposedly met one of the sister’s yesterday? Who did this woman think she was? More importantly, what did she expect to receive from the acquaintance?
“Oh, Lord Halburn, I did not expect to see you at Dorset House today. It is interesting that I found you here, alone with Lady Juliet,” Miss Ibbot simpered meaningfully.
The conniving, impudent little witch. As much as she detested the behaviour, Juliet would rather deal with fawning, awe-struck maidens than devious back-biting vipers. If she meant to blackmail her way into their circle of friends, Miss Ibbot would find herself out on the street before she could blink.
“They were never alone. Not only were both doors wide open, but Halburn was to join Brundel, Dobbs, and me for a game of billiards. We were all here the entire time,” her brother’s voice said from the other doorway.
“It is so nice to see you, Lord Milham and Lord Brundel,” Miss Ibbot simpered while batting her eyelashes. “You too, Mr. Dobbs. Will you be joining my visit with Lady Celia?”
Juliet shared an annoyed look with her brother. It seemed as though Miss Ibbot wanted to join their circle of acquaintances, whether as a friend or by way of a marriage.
She heard a door open and a flurry of activity.
“I wonder where Jarvis is,” she heard Celia say from the hallway just before her sister walked into the room followed by Georgie, Mary, Jane, Grace, Anne, Clara, Charlotte, and Elizabeth.
Juliet smiled when her brother’s eyes softened when he saw Georgie and his eyes followed her as she ran to Lord Halburn. She looked at Lord Halburn and realized that she had seen similar reactions from him whenever she entered a room.
“Oh, JT, may I hold Theo. Please?” Georgie pled.
“Of course, sprite. Careful now,” Lord Halburn urged as he handed the babe to his cousin.
Celia gave her a questioning look with a quick flick of the eyes towards Miss Ibbot and Juliet nodded back to her sister. The way she tilted her head to the side made it clear to Juliet that Celia had no idea who her supposed new friend was.
“Juliet, did mother hire a new maid?” Celia asked innocently. “If so, she is overdressed for her new role.”
“Lady Celia, do you not recognize your new, but dear, friend? Miss Ibbot told Jarvis that you were expecting her visit,” Mr. Dobbs said with a wicked smile.
“I have certainly not been introduced to her. As I made plans weeks ago to visit my cousins and friends, I assuredly would not have asked a new friend to visit today,” Celia stated.
“I believe I do recall seeing her yesterday,” Mary said. “If I am not mistaken, she was standing in line behind Charlotte’s cousin when we greeted her yesterday.”
“Mary, I think you are correct,” Charlotte stated. “Although, I focused on my brief conversation with Agnes.”
“Why would anyone presume to call on the daughter of a peer without an invitation?” Clara asked.
“Perhaps she overheard part of their conversation and wanted to meet Celia because she thought they would become good friends,” Jane offered. “Although, it is also possible that she has less than pure motives.”
“Well done, Jane. I am pleased to see that my pessimistic nature has finally had an effect on you,” Grace stated while smiling. “Only someone who did not care about their own reputation in society would attempt to visit someone who is in the first circles, certainly well protected, and most definitely unknown to them.”
“Grace is correct, my sister and I are never left unprotected. Our parents, brother, cousins, friends, and servants all care about our well-being,” Celia stated forcefully.
“Perhaps it is time to call for the Sims brothers,” Anne suggested.
“Alfie is outside the door. He could do the honours,” Elizabeth offered.
“Nathan,” Edmund called and was answered immediately.
“Yes, My Lord.”
“Escort our unexpected and unwelcome guest out. Make sure everyone, especially Jarvis, sees her before she leaves and knows she is not to be admitted again.”
“Under any circumstances,” her father said.
“If she tries to gain entrance again, inform us at once,” her mother added. “I also want you to find out where she resides and make sure her guardian knows of her visit.”
Juliet was surprised to hear her parents’ voices. She had not known they were sitting in the garden on the bench that was underneath the open parlour window. She knew her mother and Mrs. Tucker would give her a lecture on controlling her temper. At least this time she felt she deserved their ire.
“Lord Halburn, I think we have enough chaperones to accompany us on our walk in Hyde Park,” Juliet said. They had not discussed a walk, but she wanted to extend a peace offering to the man she had wronged. He looked at her for a moment before opening his mouth. She was surprised when he did not decline.
“I would like that.”
“We will join you,” Edmund said. “If we can pry Miss Darcy away from Theo.”
~*~
Hyde Park, London
Tuesday, April 28, 1812
Joseph Fitzwilliam was unsure what was happening. Lady Juliet had been hostile when he arrived, stopped him from leaving, apologized, and then cleverly asked him to go for a walk with her.
He had attempted, many times over the past year, to change her opinion of him. JT thought he had made progress, but it seemed like for every step forward, he took many backwards. If he would have walked out of Dorset House earlier, he would have kept his word and stopped approaching her, no matter how much it hurt.
“I owe you an apology and an explanation, Lord Halburn,” Lady Juliet said quietly when they were far enough away from the rest of their party.
“On the contrary, Lady Juliet, you owe me nothing.”
“But I do,” she sighed. “I have confused myself therefore I am sure you must think I deserve a room in bedlam.”
“I have heard it is a woman’s prerogative to change her mind, My Lady,” he replied lightly.
“I appreciate your understanding,” she stated mildly. “I am sure you have noticed, but I tend to make decisions about people based on my first impressions, like Miss Ibbot. I did not have to take more than one look at her to take her measure.”
“And you were accurate.”
“But I am fallible, and I hate to admit when I am wrong. My mother and Mrs. Tucker have both lectured me many times about the way I have treated you. I had preconceived notions about a man in your position and I did not allow for individuality.”
“You are too harsh on yourself, My Lady,” he said gently. “I imagine your history with gentlemen has been as tumultuous as mine has been with the ladies. When I decided to attempt to gain your affections, I knew I would have an uphill battle on my hands based solely on my inconsiderate comment in Meryton. I must humbly apologize for that gem by the way, again, and hopefully for the rest of my life. I was annoyed at my brother for his pestering and my mother for her matchmaking. It truly would not have mattered who they tried to introduce me to. I must add that I also was aware that I would have to combat years’ worth of bad experiences with the idle heirs of the first circles of society.”
“Yet, here you are,” she said quietly.
“Because I had decided you were worth the fight. Even before I knew what title your father held, I was fascinated by your behaviour in Meryton. Brundel and Dover knew my brother and cousin from university and helped my friendship with Sakville along. I feel the need to clarify that I enjoy your brother for the person he is inside, not his title or the fact that he is your brother. In many ways, we are alike. We even share some of the same interests and hobbies. I would hate for you to think I befriended him as a means to get closer to you. I also got the impression that he has championed me to you as a potential match. I hope you know I did not ask or want him to keep mentioning me to you.”
“I do. Edmund made it clear that you did not know what he was doing and would not have approved,” she answered.
“Good.”
“What made you decide to pursue me?”
“How could I do anything else? I will not deny that your beauty attracted me instantly, but the more I found out about you, the deeper I fell under your spell. I am sure my mother has shared that for years I have resisted her matchmaking attempts because most ladies in London cannot form coherent sentences or have an original thought. If mother did not share my history, I am sure my meddling sister-in-law, Grace, did. Richard loves to tease me about some of the more clever attempts made by maidens over the years to gain my interest. I never thought I would find one woman who could pass my initial test and then I went to Meryton and found many.”
“What is your second test?” she asked with twinkling eyes.
“I never bothered to make a list because I had not found a woman it would not be a chore to speak to for longer than a minute. You are highly intelligent, fiercely loyal, compassionate, witty, and I could go on. It was not the work of a moment, but you have managed to bewitch me,” he said and heard her gasp. “I feel at a crossroads and apologize if I put you in an untenable position with my next question. Do you believe you could ever feel the same for me? If not, one word from you will silence me on this subject forever. Just say the word and I will disappear from your life.”
“I am no longer decidedly against you and feel myself being drawn to you. I would say it is possible, probable even, but I cannot guarantee more.”
“That is enough. You have given me hope,” he said gratefully. “Would you dance the first set with me tomorrow at Lady Celia and Miss Mary’s coming-out ball?”
“I have promised that set to my brother,” Lady Juliet responded. “I do however have the supper set free.”
“Would it be too much to request the last set too?” he pushed.
“I am sorry, My Lord, but my father has forbidden me from accepting two sets with the same gentleman in one evening,” she said with a smirk.
“Your father is a very smart man,” he replied with a happy smile. “I look forward to tomorrow evening.”
~*~
Dorset House, London
Wednesday, April 29, 1812
Olivia Fitzwilliam watched as her eldest son escorted Lady Juliet onto the dance floor for the supper set and shared a smile with Catherine and Jane. Finally! For years she had hoped someone would catch her son’s interest. Then, he had to open his mouth and ruin Lady Juliet’s opinion of him before they had ever been introduced.
Thankfully, Richard had married Grace and they were expecting a child. Olivia was excited beyond belief to have a grandchild on the way. Michael had good naturedly grumbled about how much she spent to remodel the nursery. The room had not been used very frequently in the past five and twenty years. If it was soon to have regular inhabitants, it needed to be modernized.
“I have never seen Juliet smile at anyone the way she just did at Lord Halburn,” Jane Sakville said softly.
“Not to imply he did not deserve it, but Lady Juliet sure made my nephew work for her forgiveness,” Catherine laughed.
“Would you have ever absolved him of guilt?” Jane asked with a grin.
“No, she would not,” she replied for her sister-in-law. “William and Catherine both share the same temper. Their good opinion, once lost, is lost forever. In all the time I have known them, it is rare for either to change their mind about someone.”
“It is a failing, indeed. William and I have been discussing ways to be sure that we are cautious when judging people,” Catherine admitted.
“As you should be,” Jane agreed.
Olivia was surprised when Sarah joined them and made a quiet shushing noise.
“I do not understand what happened either,” a passing matron said. “But I intend to find out.”
“I know,” another unknown woman said.
“What do you think you know?” the third woman in their group asked as she stopped right next to them and turned to face her acquaintances.
“Do you remember that nonsense going around about Miss Bingley a year ago?” the second woman asked.
The other two women indicated they did. Olivia looked at Sarah to find her friend grinning widely.
“I have it on good authority that Mrs. Fisher and Mrs. Williams were the ones who kept stirring up the gossip regarding Mr. Darcy and Miss Bingley last season,” the second woman explained.
“Why would that matter?” the first woman asked dismissively, as though her friend did not know what she was speaking about.
The third woman looked thoughtful before responding, “I believe you are correct.”
“What nonsense. Why do you two think spreading rumours about Mr. Darcy and Miss Bingley explains why Mrs. Fisher and Mrs. Williams, and their daughters, were all denied vouchers to Almack’s?” the first woman asked. “It is a ridiculous suggestion. You know the patronesses are arbitrary in their rules and outcomes. Nobody is able to say why or how they make decisions.”
Sarah looked as though she was becoming angry. Olivia felt bad for listening in on a conversation amongst friends, however, they were having it in a crowded ballroom and had not lowered their voices. They could have no reasonable expectation of privacy.
“It is not ridiculous,” the third woman said, sounding offended. “Lady Matlock and Lady Jersey are close friends.”
“Of course they are,” the first woman said. “It can make for a rather uncomfortable spousal relationship if you are not friendly with the wife of your husband’s friends. You are sure to encounter them often.”
“That is true,” the second woman agreed. “However, they were friends before their marriages.”
“I think you two enjoy giving opinions that you do not believe just to provoke a response,” the first woman stated.
“Did you know that Lady Jersey is now cousin to Mr. Darcy by marriage?” the third woman asked with a smirk, leaving the first woman speechless.
“If we have heard Mrs. Fisher and Mrs. Williams were spreading rumours as revenge for Mr. Darcy not marrying one of their daughters, do you think it at all possible that Ladies Jersey and Matlock, with their network of friends and servants, are unaware?” the second woman asked spitefully.
Olivia saw her friend grin and knew it spelled trouble.
“Olivia,” Sarah said loudly, making the three women in front of them jump in surprise. “Did I tell you that at my meeting earlier, we had to remove two names from the admittance list to Almack’s?”
Playing along as she knew was expected, Olivia responded, “You did not. What happened to justify such devastating and decisive responses?”
“I am sure one of the names was Miss Ibbot because of her visit in this very house yesterday and her attempt earlier today at Gunter’s,” Catherine said gleefully.
“I was present for her visit, if you can call it that, yesterday, but have not heard what she did at Gunter’s,” Jane said.
“Yes, one of the names was Miss Ibbot. Her poor sponsor was mortified by her actions,” Sarah confirmed.
“I heard about her false claim of a friendship with Lady Celia, but I also have not heard what happened at Gunter’s,” she said truthfully.
“She purposefully compromised Lord Egelton in front of everyone,” Sarah exclaimed.
“In Gunter’s?” Olivia asked, shocked that anyone could be so bold.
“Yes,” Catherine confirmed gleefully. “She stumbled, as though she twisted her ankle, and landed in Lord Egelton’s lap.”
“You said purposefully, Sarah,” Jane said. “Does that mean her stumble was an act?”
“It was a dreadful performance, Jane. The encounter was obviously contrived in advance,” Sarah answered. “What she did not know, was that he was with his soon-to-be father in law after they had visited the solicitor’s office to sign the marriage settlement.”
Olivia shook her head in dismay. She had been worried someone would try something similar with William, Richard, or Joseph. “That was rather audacious.”
“And it backfired spectacularly,” Catherine nodded. “Even if Lord Egelton had not been engaged, and the contract signed, it was doubtful to have succeeded.”
“Miss Ibbot’s sponsor, her deceased mother’s cousin, was mortified and has revoked her support. To add insult to injury, it has been made widely known that she was desperate because she is with child,” Sarah said.
“Edmund would also have refused to offer for her if she had targeted him. He would most likely had refuted her claims, vehemently, and we would have whole heartedly supported him,” Jane said.
“If she would have done something like that with William, Richard, or Joseph, they would have refused to acquiesce. Why do so many young people think propriety does not matter?” she asked while shaking her head.
“That is where the older, more experienced, people come in,” Catherine answered. “We need to make it known that bad behaviour will not be tolerated.”
“How fortuitous you should mention bad behaviour,” Sarah said.
“Who was the other person you removed from the list?” she asked.
“I do not remember,” Sarah said dismissively. “Some inconsequential fishwife who was overheard disparaging the patronesses. You know how arbitrary we can be.”
Olivia heard a gasp from said fishwife as the set ended. As they were walking into supper, she muttered, “How are you going to remove someone if you do not know their name?”
“That will no longer be an issue before the night is out,” Sarah said decidedly.
Olivia shook her head and found Michael. She would be eternally grateful when Joseph was engaged to Lady Juliet and the marriage contract was signed.
~*~
Darcy House, London
Wednesday, April 29, 1812
Elizabeth Darcy had enjoyed dancing with her dashing husband. The past four months of marriage had been magical. The weather had cooperated, and they had been able to spend two months at Pemberley before coming to London for the season.
Georgie had asked and been granted permission to stay with her family at Longbourn. Not only did it give them a period of time to become acquainted as husband and wife, but William knew they would both be busy with estate business and their sister would be left alone with Mrs. Annesley most of the time.
The joint coming-out ball for Celia and Mary went off without any issues. They both danced the first set with their fathers, the supper set with Mr. Dobbs and Lord Brundel, respectively, and the final with an uncle. Elizabeth was sure her mother and Aunt Jane were behind the choices for the important sets. It sent a clear signal to most in society that the cousins had prospective suitors.
She watched in the mirror as Molly brushed her hair. She was thankful William had suggested hiring a familiar face as her personal maid. Molly, Anna, and Mr. Sayers had travelled to Pemberley with them and were settled into their cottage. She and William had delivered Anna to her new school on their way to London for the season. The little girl was excited to spend a few months in school and Elizabeth was anxious to receive Anna’s first letter.
“All done, madam.”
“Thank you, Molly. You may retire and remember, there is no need to wake me tomorrow. I will call for you when I need your assistance.”
Elizabeth walked into the master bedroom and saw William reading in bed. It astounded her how much she loved her husband.
“There you are, my dear. I am sure you are exhausted. Rather than stand in the middle of the room, you should come to bed,” William suggested with a rakish grin.
Elizabeth was more than happy to comply.
Later, when they were ready to fall asleep, she sleepily asked, “William, how long has the Darcy family been using the mother’s maiden name as the first name of the first-born son?”
“According to the family Bible I showed you, it has always been tradition. Not that I mind answering, but it is an odd question to bring up while we are in bed. Out of curiosity, what made you ask?”
“It suddenly occurred to me that we might only have to decide on a middle name if we have a son first. That is, unless you have a tradition for the middle name too?” she answered and heard her husband gasp.
“Elizabeth, are you telling me you are with child?”
“I felt the quickening at the ball this evening, my love. I wanted to tell you sooner, but mama and Aunt Jane said it was better to wait, especially with the first pregnancy,” she explained. “Are you pleased?”
“More than I can say,” he answered before pulling her into his arms and kissing her passionately.
~*~
Hurst Townhouse, London
Wednesday, April 29, 1812
Jane Hurst laid in bed waiting for Reginald to join her. When they returned from the ball, Mr. Mayes informed them that an express was on the desk in his study.
As she waited, she thought over the past few months. Her marriage had been blissful. She and Reginald were perfectly suited for each other and got along famously. Jane also enjoyed and appreciated living at Netherfield. Being close to her family helped her make the transition from maiden to married woman more easily.
She had been nervous when they arrived at the Hurst townhouse, but Mrs. Mayes alleviated her fears right away. Jane had a productive and helpful relationship with the housekeeper, similar to that which she shared with Mrs. Nicholls at Netherfield.
When Reginald joined her, she asked, “Did the express contain bad news?”
“Not really,” he replied. “It was from my mother. Father fell from his horse and broke his leg.”
“Hopefully he will heal quickly,” she offered.
“Most likely.”
“You sound troubled, Reginald,” she observed. “What is wrong?”
“I do not know,” he answered. “I guess it is the fact that mother sent me an express because of a broken leg. It is odd.”
“Why do you think that is odd? I would have wanted an express from my mother if my father injured himself.”
“And I could see your mother sending one right away, but it is not like my mother.”
“You fear he is injured more severely than she told you?”
“No, I do not think so, Jane. Perhaps it is because they are getting older, but I worry he is close to losing the estate again and needs money,” Reginald admitted.
“I believe your first guess was accurate, my love. As you stated, your parents are getting older and you and Grace have both married. With Grace expecting a babe in a few months, what would be more natural than your parents wanting to mend bridges to be able to meet their grandchildren? I know their previous unscrupulous behaviour has wounded you, but could you find it in your heart to put that aside?”
“Jane, you are too kind,” Reginald said with a sigh. “Although, you may be correct. Father has always been proud of his heritage. He would want to make sure that the next generation was familiar with Whitemeadow before I inherit.”
“That is completely reasonable,” she assured him.
“As to my mother, she has never been terribly affectionate. However, I do recall she enjoyed seeing babes when possible and there is no question that she would enjoy dressing a granddaughter in frilly dresses.”
“If he is injured worse than your mother said, I am sure Mr. or Mrs. Owens will send us an express. And, do not forget, you have put safeguards into place that would warn you if the estate is close to going in debt. Do not spend too much time worrying about things that are outside of your control. There is nothing we can do about it right now, Reginald.”
“You are absolutely correct. I can think of much more productive things we could be doing,” Reginald said with a lustful look.
Afterwards, as they were settling down to go to sleep, Jane took Reginald’s hand and placed it on her abdomen.
“Jane, are you trying to tell me what I think you are?” her husband asked excitedly.
“Mama and Aunt Jane suggested I not say anything until I felt the quickening, which was as we were eating supper,” she said, and he smiled tenderly at her. “Reginald, are you ready to start our journey towards parenthood and even more consequences from a call?”
Chapter 32
Dorset House, London
Tuesday, April 28, 1812
Juliet Sakville sat in the window seat of the main parlour at Dorset House with her four-month-old brother in her arms. Named after his paternal grandfather and great-grandfather, Theodore Walter Sakville, who she affectionately referred to as Theo, made his appearance on Christmas morning. She thought he should have been named Christopher, but her parents had already decided on a name.
It would be a challenge to make sure the day of her brother’s birth was not overshadowed by the Lord’s birth in the Sakville household. She had extracted a promise from the housekeeper at Cloverdale that Theo’s favourite dessert would be served for dinner on every anniversary of his birth.
For at least half an hour, she had been on the window seat as her brother napped in her arms while she watched people pass by and thought of the past few months. It amazed her how many changes had happened in her family.
Her Aunt Fanny had given birth to twin sons, Jane and Lizzy had been married to fine men, Celia and Mary had been presented to the queen. As if that was not enough, it did not take into consideration that she had almost been kidnapped and presumably ransomed to her parents for a perceived slight.
“What an arresting vision you make sitting there,” came a voice from the doorway that she was not prepared to hear.
Why would Lord Halburn not leave her alone? She had told him numerous times, in no uncertain terms, that she wanted nothing to do with him, but he kept approaching her. She was willing to admit that he... enthralled her. He was not the typical heir who let his father handle all estate matters while he participated in debauched behaviour. The Viscount had the unmarried women of society, and some of the matrons, throwing themselves at him. Why did he feel it necessary to go against her wishes and practically harass her? This last attempt at forcing a conversation was enough.
“Why do you keep approaching me? I have told you, more times than I can count by the way, that I am not interested in you. I wish you would quit harassing me and leave me alone!” she stated bluntly.
“Harass? You think I have attacked you?” he asked, sounding hurt. “If I had realized you truly meant what you said, I would have honoured your request immediately. However, I thought you were being playful because I enthralled you as much as you fascinate me.”
She sucked in a breath. How could he have known which adjective she had chosen to describe him?
He stared at her for a few moments before dejectedly saying, “I apologize for harassing you and forcing you to endure my presence. You have my word as a gentleman that I will importune you no further. Good day.”
He turned to leave, and Juliet instantly felt remorseful for lashing out. His behaviour truly had been above reproach, and, she had to admit, there was some truth to his claim that she had been acting playfully.
“Wait!” she called urgently. She felt even worse when he stopped, put his head down, but did not immediately turn to face her.
“To accuse you of harassing me was disingenuous,” she admitted while trying to stand up without disturbing Theo.
“Here, allow me,” Lord Halburn said with his arms out as though he meant to take Theo. “No, I am not out of my mind and yes, I mean for you to give me the babe.”
Juliet handed her brother over and was surprised at the ease with which Lord Halburn held Theo. She accepted the hand he extended and stood up. This man was a study in contradictions. He came on strong but could be gentle. She did not know what to make of him.
“You are wondering how I am so familiar with babes?”
“I must admit, I am. Most gentlemen would not consider ease with an infant to be among their accomplishments,” she said with a corner of her mouth upturned.
“You forget, I am fifteen years older than Georgie. I adored that girl when she was born, and still do. The year of her birth, I spent the entire summer at Pemberley and between Aunt Anne, Uncle George, William, and me, most days she was only turned over to her nurse at night,” he said with a fond smile. “I also spent a fortnight in Meryton shortly after your cousins were born. Those Bennet boys were unexpected and are doted on by their parents, sisters, and everyone else who visits Longbourn.”
This was a side of him that she had not been fortunate enough to see before. Theo started to wake up and she watched in fascination as Lord Halburn settled her brother naturally. She felt as though she was being given a rare glimpse at the type of father he would be. It was attractive. It made her look at him with new eyes and review all their previous interactions with new insight. Yes, it was very attractive, indeed.
“Lady Juliet,” the butler said from the open door, “A Miss Ibbot is asking to see Lady Celia.”
“She is not at home,” she answered, confused as to why he would interrupt her.
“I told her that, My Lady, but she insists she is expected,” their harried looking butler, Jarvis, explained.
“Of course I am expected. I am a new, but dear, friend of Lady Celia,” a short, stunning blond said as she brushed past the butler and entered the parlour as if she owned the house.
She raised an eyebrow at Lord Halburn who shook his head slightly. Juliet and Celia had discussed everything that happened yesterday at Celia’s presentation, in excruciating detail, and her sister never mentioned a Miss Ibbot, nor had Mary. Heavens above this woman was arrogant. To walk into the townhouse of a duke and presume an acquaintance with a daughter of the household based on the fact that she supposedly met one of the sister’s yesterday? Who did this woman think she was? More importantly, what did she expect to receive from the acquaintance?
“Oh, Lord Halburn, I did not expect to see you at Dorset House today. It is interesting that I found you here, alone with Lady Juliet,” Miss Ibbot simpered meaningfully.
The conniving, impudent little witch. As much as she detested the behaviour, Juliet would rather deal with fawning, awe-struck maidens than devious back-biting vipers. If she meant to blackmail her way into their circle of friends, Miss Ibbot would find herself out on the street before she could blink.
“They were never alone. Not only were both doors wide open, but Halburn was to join Brundel, Dobbs, and me for a game of billiards. We were all here the entire time,” her brother’s voice said from the other doorway.
“It is so nice to see you, Lord Milham and Lord Brundel,” Miss Ibbot simpered while batting her eyelashes. “You too, Mr. Dobbs. Will you be joining my visit with Lady Celia?”
Juliet shared an annoyed look with her brother. It seemed as though Miss Ibbot wanted to join their circle of acquaintances, whether as a friend or by way of a marriage.
She heard a door open and a flurry of activity.
“I wonder where Jarvis is,” she heard Celia say from the hallway just before her sister walked into the room followed by Georgie, Mary, Jane, Grace, Anne, Clara, Charlotte, and Elizabeth.
Juliet smiled when her brother’s eyes softened when he saw Georgie and his eyes followed her as she ran to Lord Halburn. She looked at Lord Halburn and realized that she had seen similar reactions from him whenever she entered a room.
“Oh, JT, may I hold Theo. Please?” Georgie pled.
“Of course, sprite. Careful now,” Lord Halburn urged as he handed the babe to his cousin.
Celia gave her a questioning look with a quick flick of the eyes towards Miss Ibbot and Juliet nodded back to her sister. The way she tilted her head to the side made it clear to Juliet that Celia had no idea who her supposed new friend was.
“Juliet, did mother hire a new maid?” Celia asked innocently. “If so, she is overdressed for her new role.”
“Lady Celia, do you not recognize your new, but dear, friend? Miss Ibbot told Jarvis that you were expecting her visit,” Mr. Dobbs said with a wicked smile.
“I have certainly not been introduced to her. As I made plans weeks ago to visit my cousins and friends, I assuredly would not have asked a new friend to visit today,” Celia stated.
“I believe I do recall seeing her yesterday,” Mary said. “If I am not mistaken, she was standing in line behind Charlotte’s cousin when we greeted her yesterday.”
“Mary, I think you are correct,” Charlotte stated. “Although, I focused on my brief conversation with Agnes.”
“Why would anyone presume to call on the daughter of a peer without an invitation?” Clara asked.
“Perhaps she overheard part of their conversation and wanted to meet Celia because she thought they would become good friends,” Jane offered. “Although, it is also possible that she has less than pure motives.”
“Well done, Jane. I am pleased to see that my pessimistic nature has finally had an effect on you,” Grace stated while smiling. “Only someone who did not care about their own reputation in society would attempt to visit someone who is in the first circles, certainly well protected, and most definitely unknown to them.”
“Grace is correct, my sister and I are never left unprotected. Our parents, brother, cousins, friends, and servants all care about our well-being,” Celia stated forcefully.
“Perhaps it is time to call for the Sims brothers,” Anne suggested.
“Alfie is outside the door. He could do the honours,” Elizabeth offered.
“Nathan,” Edmund called and was answered immediately.
“Yes, My Lord.”
“Escort our unexpected and unwelcome guest out. Make sure everyone, especially Jarvis, sees her before she leaves and knows she is not to be admitted again.”
“Under any circumstances,” her father said.
“If she tries to gain entrance again, inform us at once,” her mother added. “I also want you to find out where she resides and make sure her guardian knows of her visit.”
Juliet was surprised to hear her parents’ voices. She had not known they were sitting in the garden on the bench that was underneath the open parlour window. She knew her mother and Mrs. Tucker would give her a lecture on controlling her temper. At least this time she felt she deserved their ire.
“Lord Halburn, I think we have enough chaperones to accompany us on our walk in Hyde Park,” Juliet said. They had not discussed a walk, but she wanted to extend a peace offering to the man she had wronged. He looked at her for a moment before opening his mouth. She was surprised when he did not decline.
“I would like that.”
“We will join you,” Edmund said. “If we can pry Miss Darcy away from Theo.”
Hyde Park, London
Tuesday, April 28, 1812
Joseph Fitzwilliam was unsure what was happening. Lady Juliet had been hostile when he arrived, stopped him from leaving, apologized, and then cleverly asked him to go for a walk with her.
He had attempted, many times over the past year, to change her opinion of him. JT thought he had made progress, but it seemed like for every step forward, he took many backwards. If he would have walked out of Dorset House earlier, he would have kept his word and stopped approaching her, no matter how much it hurt.
“I owe you an apology and an explanation, Lord Halburn,” Lady Juliet said quietly when they were far enough away from the rest of their party.
“On the contrary, Lady Juliet, you owe me nothing.”
“But I do,” she sighed. “I have confused myself therefore I am sure you must think I deserve a room in bedlam.”
“I have heard it is a woman’s prerogative to change her mind, My Lady,” he replied lightly.
“I appreciate your understanding,” she stated mildly. “I am sure you have noticed, but I tend to make decisions about people based on my first impressions, like Miss Ibbot. I did not have to take more than one look at her to take her measure.”
“And you were accurate.”
“But I am fallible, and I hate to admit when I am wrong. My mother and Mrs. Tucker have both lectured me many times about the way I have treated you. I had preconceived notions about a man in your position and I did not allow for individuality.”
“You are too harsh on yourself, My Lady,” he said gently. “I imagine your history with gentlemen has been as tumultuous as mine has been with the ladies. When I decided to attempt to gain your affections, I knew I would have an uphill battle on my hands based solely on my inconsiderate comment in Meryton. I must humbly apologize for that gem by the way, again, and hopefully for the rest of my life. I was annoyed at my brother for his pestering and my mother for her matchmaking. It truly would not have mattered who they tried to introduce me to. I must add that I also was aware that I would have to combat years’ worth of bad experiences with the idle heirs of the first circles of society.”
“Yet, here you are,” she said quietly.
“Because I had decided you were worth the fight. Even before I knew what title your father held, I was fascinated by your behaviour in Meryton. Brundel and Dover knew my brother and cousin from university and helped my friendship with Sakville along. I feel the need to clarify that I enjoy your brother for the person he is inside, not his title or the fact that he is your brother. In many ways, we are alike. We even share some of the same interests and hobbies. I would hate for you to think I befriended him as a means to get closer to you. I also got the impression that he has championed me to you as a potential match. I hope you know I did not ask or want him to keep mentioning me to you.”
“I do. Edmund made it clear that you did not know what he was doing and would not have approved,” she answered.
“Good.”
“What made you decide to pursue me?”
“How could I do anything else? I will not deny that your beauty attracted me instantly, but the more I found out about you, the deeper I fell under your spell. I am sure my mother has shared that for years I have resisted her matchmaking attempts because most ladies in London cannot form coherent sentences or have an original thought. If mother did not share my history, I am sure my meddling sister-in-law, Grace, did. Richard loves to tease me about some of the more clever attempts made by maidens over the years to gain my interest. I never thought I would find one woman who could pass my initial test and then I went to Meryton and found many.”
“What is your second test?” she asked with twinkling eyes.
“I never bothered to make a list because I had not found a woman it would not be a chore to speak to for longer than a minute. You are highly intelligent, fiercely loyal, compassionate, witty, and I could go on. It was not the work of a moment, but you have managed to bewitch me,” he said and heard her gasp. “I feel at a crossroads and apologize if I put you in an untenable position with my next question. Do you believe you could ever feel the same for me? If not, one word from you will silence me on this subject forever. Just say the word and I will disappear from your life.”
“I am no longer decidedly against you and feel myself being drawn to you. I would say it is possible, probable even, but I cannot guarantee more.”
“That is enough. You have given me hope,” he said gratefully. “Would you dance the first set with me tomorrow at Lady Celia and Miss Mary’s coming-out ball?”
“I have promised that set to my brother,” Lady Juliet responded. “I do however have the supper set free.”
“Would it be too much to request the last set too?” he pushed.
“I am sorry, My Lord, but my father has forbidden me from accepting two sets with the same gentleman in one evening,” she said with a smirk.
“Your father is a very smart man,” he replied with a happy smile. “I look forward to tomorrow evening.”
Dorset House, London
Wednesday, April 29, 1812
Olivia Fitzwilliam watched as her eldest son escorted Lady Juliet onto the dance floor for the supper set and shared a smile with Catherine and Jane. Finally! For years she had hoped someone would catch her son’s interest. Then, he had to open his mouth and ruin Lady Juliet’s opinion of him before they had ever been introduced.
Thankfully, Richard had married Grace and they were expecting a child. Olivia was excited beyond belief to have a grandchild on the way. Michael had good naturedly grumbled about how much she spent to remodel the nursery. The room had not been used very frequently in the past five and twenty years. If it was soon to have regular inhabitants, it needed to be modernized.
“I have never seen Juliet smile at anyone the way she just did at Lord Halburn,” Jane Sakville said softly.
“Not to imply he did not deserve it, but Lady Juliet sure made my nephew work for her forgiveness,” Catherine laughed.
“Would you have ever absolved him of guilt?” Jane asked with a grin.
“No, she would not,” she replied for her sister-in-law. “William and Catherine both share the same temper. Their good opinion, once lost, is lost forever. In all the time I have known them, it is rare for either to change their mind about someone.”
“It is a failing, indeed. William and I have been discussing ways to be sure that we are cautious when judging people,” Catherine admitted.
“As you should be,” Jane agreed.
Olivia was surprised when Sarah joined them and made a quiet shushing noise.
“I do not understand what happened either,” a passing matron said. “But I intend to find out.”
“I know,” another unknown woman said.
“What do you think you know?” the third woman in their group asked as she stopped right next to them and turned to face her acquaintances.
“Do you remember that nonsense going around about Miss Bingley a year ago?” the second woman asked.
The other two women indicated they did. Olivia looked at Sarah to find her friend grinning widely.
“I have it on good authority that Mrs. Fisher and Mrs. Williams were the ones who kept stirring up the gossip regarding Mr. Darcy and Miss Bingley last season,” the second woman explained.
“Why would that matter?” the first woman asked dismissively, as though her friend did not know what she was speaking about.
The third woman looked thoughtful before responding, “I believe you are correct.”
“What nonsense. Why do you two think spreading rumours about Mr. Darcy and Miss Bingley explains why Mrs. Fisher and Mrs. Williams, and their daughters, were all denied vouchers to Almack’s?” the first woman asked. “It is a ridiculous suggestion. You know the patronesses are arbitrary in their rules and outcomes. Nobody is able to say why or how they make decisions.”
Sarah looked as though she was becoming angry. Olivia felt bad for listening in on a conversation amongst friends, however, they were having it in a crowded ballroom and had not lowered their voices. They could have no reasonable expectation of privacy.
“It is not ridiculous,” the third woman said, sounding offended. “Lady Matlock and Lady Jersey are close friends.”
“Of course they are,” the first woman said. “It can make for a rather uncomfortable spousal relationship if you are not friendly with the wife of your husband’s friends. You are sure to encounter them often.”
“That is true,” the second woman agreed. “However, they were friends before their marriages.”
“I think you two enjoy giving opinions that you do not believe just to provoke a response,” the first woman stated.
“Did you know that Lady Jersey is now cousin to Mr. Darcy by marriage?” the third woman asked with a smirk, leaving the first woman speechless.
“If we have heard Mrs. Fisher and Mrs. Williams were spreading rumours as revenge for Mr. Darcy not marrying one of their daughters, do you think it at all possible that Ladies Jersey and Matlock, with their network of friends and servants, are unaware?” the second woman asked spitefully.
Olivia saw her friend grin and knew it spelled trouble.
“Olivia,” Sarah said loudly, making the three women in front of them jump in surprise. “Did I tell you that at my meeting earlier, we had to remove two names from the admittance list to Almack’s?”
Playing along as she knew was expected, Olivia responded, “You did not. What happened to justify such devastating and decisive responses?”
“I am sure one of the names was Miss Ibbot because of her visit in this very house yesterday and her attempt earlier today at Gunter’s,” Catherine said gleefully.
“I was present for her visit, if you can call it that, yesterday, but have not heard what she did at Gunter’s,” Jane said.
“Yes, one of the names was Miss Ibbot. Her poor sponsor was mortified by her actions,” Sarah confirmed.
“I heard about her false claim of a friendship with Lady Celia, but I also have not heard what happened at Gunter’s,” she said truthfully.
“She purposefully compromised Lord Egelton in front of everyone,” Sarah exclaimed.
“In Gunter’s?” Olivia asked, shocked that anyone could be so bold.
“Yes,” Catherine confirmed gleefully. “She stumbled, as though she twisted her ankle, and landed in Lord Egelton’s lap.”
“You said purposefully, Sarah,” Jane said. “Does that mean her stumble was an act?”
“It was a dreadful performance, Jane. The encounter was obviously contrived in advance,” Sarah answered. “What she did not know, was that he was with his soon-to-be father in law after they had visited the solicitor’s office to sign the marriage settlement.”
Olivia shook her head in dismay. She had been worried someone would try something similar with William, Richard, or Joseph. “That was rather audacious.”
“And it backfired spectacularly,” Catherine nodded. “Even if Lord Egelton had not been engaged, and the contract signed, it was doubtful to have succeeded.”
“Miss Ibbot’s sponsor, her deceased mother’s cousin, was mortified and has revoked her support. To add insult to injury, it has been made widely known that she was desperate because she is with child,” Sarah said.
“Edmund would also have refused to offer for her if she had targeted him. He would most likely had refuted her claims, vehemently, and we would have whole heartedly supported him,” Jane said.
“If she would have done something like that with William, Richard, or Joseph, they would have refused to acquiesce. Why do so many young people think propriety does not matter?” she asked while shaking her head.
“That is where the older, more experienced, people come in,” Catherine answered. “We need to make it known that bad behaviour will not be tolerated.”
“How fortuitous you should mention bad behaviour,” Sarah said.
“Who was the other person you removed from the list?” she asked.
“I do not remember,” Sarah said dismissively. “Some inconsequential fishwife who was overheard disparaging the patronesses. You know how arbitrary we can be.”
Olivia heard a gasp from said fishwife as the set ended. As they were walking into supper, she muttered, “How are you going to remove someone if you do not know their name?”
“That will no longer be an issue before the night is out,” Sarah said decidedly.
Olivia shook her head and found Michael. She would be eternally grateful when Joseph was engaged to Lady Juliet and the marriage contract was signed.
Darcy House, London
Wednesday, April 29, 1812
Elizabeth Darcy had enjoyed dancing with her dashing husband. The past four months of marriage had been magical. The weather had cooperated, and they had been able to spend two months at Pemberley before coming to London for the season.
Georgie had asked and been granted permission to stay with her family at Longbourn. Not only did it give them a period of time to become acquainted as husband and wife, but William knew they would both be busy with estate business and their sister would be left alone with Mrs. Annesley most of the time.
The joint coming-out ball for Celia and Mary went off without any issues. They both danced the first set with their fathers, the supper set with Mr. Dobbs and Lord Brundel, respectively, and the final with an uncle. Elizabeth was sure her mother and Aunt Jane were behind the choices for the important sets. It sent a clear signal to most in society that the cousins had prospective suitors.
She watched in the mirror as Molly brushed her hair. She was thankful William had suggested hiring a familiar face as her personal maid. Molly, Anna, and Mr. Sayers had travelled to Pemberley with them and were settled into their cottage. She and William had delivered Anna to her new school on their way to London for the season. The little girl was excited to spend a few months in school and Elizabeth was anxious to receive Anna’s first letter.
“All done, madam.”
“Thank you, Molly. You may retire and remember, there is no need to wake me tomorrow. I will call for you when I need your assistance.”
Elizabeth walked into the master bedroom and saw William reading in bed. It astounded her how much she loved her husband.
“There you are, my dear. I am sure you are exhausted. Rather than stand in the middle of the room, you should come to bed,” William suggested with a rakish grin.
Elizabeth was more than happy to comply.
Later, when they were ready to fall asleep, she sleepily asked, “William, how long has the Darcy family been using the mother’s maiden name as the first name of the first-born son?”
“According to the family Bible I showed you, it has always been tradition. Not that I mind answering, but it is an odd question to bring up while we are in bed. Out of curiosity, what made you ask?”
“It suddenly occurred to me that we might only have to decide on a middle name if we have a son first. That is, unless you have a tradition for the middle name too?” she answered and heard her husband gasp.
“Elizabeth, are you telling me you are with child?”
“I felt the quickening at the ball this evening, my love. I wanted to tell you sooner, but mama and Aunt Jane said it was better to wait, especially with the first pregnancy,” she explained. “Are you pleased?”
“More than I can say,” he answered before pulling her into his arms and kissing her passionately.
Hurst Townhouse, London
Wednesday, April 29, 1812
Jane Hurst laid in bed waiting for Reginald to join her. When they returned from the ball, Mr. Mayes informed them that an express was on the desk in his study.
As she waited, she thought over the past few months. Her marriage had been blissful. She and Reginald were perfectly suited for each other and got along famously. Jane also enjoyed and appreciated living at Netherfield. Being close to her family helped her make the transition from maiden to married woman more easily.
She had been nervous when they arrived at the Hurst townhouse, but Mrs. Mayes alleviated her fears right away. Jane had a productive and helpful relationship with the housekeeper, similar to that which she shared with Mrs. Nicholls at Netherfield.
When Reginald joined her, she asked, “Did the express contain bad news?”
“Not really,” he replied. “It was from my mother. Father fell from his horse and broke his leg.”
“Hopefully he will heal quickly,” she offered.
“Most likely.”
“You sound troubled, Reginald,” she observed. “What is wrong?”
“I do not know,” he answered. “I guess it is the fact that mother sent me an express because of a broken leg. It is odd.”
“Why do you think that is odd? I would have wanted an express from my mother if my father injured himself.”
“And I could see your mother sending one right away, but it is not like my mother.”
“You fear he is injured more severely than she told you?”
“No, I do not think so, Jane. Perhaps it is because they are getting older, but I worry he is close to losing the estate again and needs money,” Reginald admitted.
“I believe your first guess was accurate, my love. As you stated, your parents are getting older and you and Grace have both married. With Grace expecting a babe in a few months, what would be more natural than your parents wanting to mend bridges to be able to meet their grandchildren? I know their previous unscrupulous behaviour has wounded you, but could you find it in your heart to put that aside?”
“Jane, you are too kind,” Reginald said with a sigh. “Although, you may be correct. Father has always been proud of his heritage. He would want to make sure that the next generation was familiar with Whitemeadow before I inherit.”
“That is completely reasonable,” she assured him.
“As to my mother, she has never been terribly affectionate. However, I do recall she enjoyed seeing babes when possible and there is no question that she would enjoy dressing a granddaughter in frilly dresses.”
“If he is injured worse than your mother said, I am sure Mr. or Mrs. Owens will send us an express. And, do not forget, you have put safeguards into place that would warn you if the estate is close to going in debt. Do not spend too much time worrying about things that are outside of your control. There is nothing we can do about it right now, Reginald.”
“You are absolutely correct. I can think of much more productive things we could be doing,” Reginald said with a lustful look.
Afterwards, as they were settling down to go to sleep, Jane took Reginald’s hand and placed it on her abdomen.
“Jane, are you trying to tell me what I think you are?” her husband asked excitedly.
“Mama and Aunt Jane suggested I not say anything until I felt the quickening, which was as we were eating supper,” she said, and he smiled tenderly at her. “Reginald, are you ready to start our journey towards parenthood and even more consequences from a call?”
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