Stacey ignored him, but the man leaned forward and poked his knee, repeating his question. Forced to open his eyes, Stacey found the fellow close to him, breathing brandy fumes through blackened teeth, although Stacey noticed he had bought himself a new suit of clothes and was looking tolerably smart. I beg your pardon?
Dont need to beg my pardon, friend, I was merely passing a comment that we have met before.
Have we?
I believe so. Hobarts the name. Lord Hobart of Easterley Manor.
Your servant, Stacey said without enthusiasm. He had taken an aversion to the man, though he could not have said why. It wasnt simply his looks, which he could not help, but his manner, which was rough and coarse. And the derogatory way he had spoken of his sister-in-law was not the way of a gentleman. He did not know the woman, but, whoever she was, she surely did not merit such disparagement, especially if she had been looking after his property for him.
And you are? Cecil prompted.
My name can be of no interest to you.
Indeed it is, if we are acquainted. He suddenly banged his head and laughed. Malcomby, thats it! You are the Earls son. I knew I recognised your physog.
Stacey groaned inwardly. It seemed the man did know who he was. Stacey Darton, he said.
The Viscount. Well, well. After all these years.
I am afraid I do not recall
No, you would not, I was only a young shaver at the time and you were a Captain of Hussars, very grand, I thought you. I might have taken up the sword to defend king and country myself if I had not had business on the sub-continent. Do you still not remember where we met?
Stacey shook his head. In spite of his apparent indifference he was curious.
It was at my mothers funeral. She was Madeleine Stacey, your fathers cousin. You were named for her.
Cousin? He remembered now. Madeleine was daughter to his fathers aunt and as, at the time of her death, he had returned from India and was waiting to rejoin his regiment, he had gone with his father to the funeral. And this uncouth man was her son. He could hardly believe it, did not want to believe it.
That makes us second cousins, does it not? Cecil held out his hand. How d you do, Cousin.
Stacey, never an uncivil man, shook the hand and was then obliged to shake hands with his companions who were agog with curiosity. May I present my friends, Cecil said, This is Mr Augustus Spike. He indicated the beetle-browed man sitting beside him. And that spidershanks sitting beside you is Sir Roland Bentwater. We are off to Parsons End to claim my inheritance. He evidently had not noticed Stacey at Whites the night before. My dear father recently slipped his wind, but, though he sent for me, I sadly did not arrive in time to see him alive.
I am sorry to hear that, Stacey said politely.
And you, where is your journey taking you?
Home to Malcomby Hall.
Is it the first time you have been home? Since the war, I mean.
No. I returned six months ago.
And how is your delightful wife?
She died several years ago.
I am sorry for that. The man did not seem to notice Staceys perfunctory answers. And how are the Earl and Countess?
They are both well.
Good, good. I wonder you choose to travel by public coach when there must be horses and carriages to spare at Malcomby Hall.
Stacey was beginning to wonder himself; his father would have allowed him to take the carriage, but he knew his mother used it all the time and he did not want to deprive her of it, especially as he did not know how long he would be gone. There was a gig and a phaeton, but they were not suitable for long journeys, nor would his parents use them when the weather was inclement, as it had been. The stage seemed the sensible choice, but now it looked as though he was going to have to spend several hours in the company of this unlikeable fellow.
He was saved having to answer when the coach pulled up at an inn for their first change of horses. He did not bother to go inside for refreshment, but waited in the coach. Half an hour later, they were off again, but, as more passengers had joined them and kept the conversation going, Stacey had only to put in an occasional remark. It grew dark and the countryside could no longer be seen except as a blur of trees and hedgerows; the talk became more desultory and many of the passengers dozed. It was easy for Stacey to pretend to do likewise.
It was gone three in the morning when the coach rumbled into the yard of the Great White Horse in Ipswich. This is where we part company, Cousin, Cecil said. Parsons End is not on a regular coach route, so we must rack up here and make other arrangements to continue our journey. But we are in no hurry and who knowswe might find a snug little inn somewhere where the play is good.
The coach pulled up in the yard of the inn and immediately the business of changing the horses was begun. Cecil Hobart and his friends tumbled out. Before shutting the door, Cecil turned back to Stacey. Give the Earl and Countess my greetings, wont you? he said. You must bring them to Easterley Manor to visit when I have settled my affairs.
They do not travel far these days.
No? Well, neither did my father. But there is nothing to stop you coming, is there? Families should not lose touch, should they? But leave it a day or two, give me time to settle in.
Stacey smiled and bowed his head politely in response. That the man should turn out to be a relative was repugnant to him and he had no intention at all of visiting him, or even of thinking of him again. People were always claiming they knew him or were related to him, simply because of his title and wealth and whatever advantage they thought the connection might bring. Only in the army with people like Captain Gerard Topham was his title ignored and he was recognised by his rank of Major, which was the one he preferred.
The coach continued on its way with different passengers, taking the road to Norwich where it stopped at the Old Ram coaching inn where he had left his mount. Here he ate breakfast before setting off on horseback to complete his journey.
The sun was warm on his back as he rode and the birds were singing as if to tell him the winter was gone and spring was on its way. His spirits rose. Perhaps he would find Julia in a better frame of mind, ready to listen to him and behave in a more comely fashion. He was sorely disappointed within a few minutes of turning in the great iron gates of Malcomby Hall.
Deciding to take a short cut through the trees rather than ride along the gravelled drive that meandered on its way to the house, his attention was drawn to Julias stallion, Ebony, tethered with another horse in a small clearing. He drew up and was wondering where Julia was and who owned the other animal, when he heard the sound of laughter coming from the direction of the lake. He dismounted and, leaving his horse with the others, trod softly towards the sound. Coming out of the trees at the side of the lake, he was stopped in his tracks by the sight that greeted him.
Cold as it was, Julia was bathing in the water and she was completely naked, her long blond hair loose and flowing out around her head; what was worse, there was a young lad with her, also completely naked. They were laughing and splashing each other like small children. But they were no longer children. She was thirteen, her body was that of a young woman. He was struck dumb for several seconds and then he roared. He roared loud and long. Startled, the boy and girl looked round and began a mad scramble to get out and retrieve their clothes, lying on the bank
Julia, stay where you are, Stacey shouted. You, whoever you are, get dressed and come here.
The boy scrambled into his pantaloons, picked up his shirt and coat, but, instead of approaching Stacey, disappeared into the trees. Stacey let him go and turned his attention to his daughter. She was out of the water and standing with her back to him, pulling a chemise over her head. Even in his fury, he could appreciate her youthful curved figure, with its neat waist. When you are decently dressed, you may join me by the horses, he said, and turned from her to retrace his steps. She came to him two minutes later, flashing defiance from her blue eyes. I dont know why you are making such a fuss, she said as she scrambled into her saddle. We were doing no harm.
He could not trust himself to speak, but mounted his own horse and, picking up her reins, led her horse back towards the house without saying a word. It was an indignity that infuriated her and she tugged once or twice on the reins to try and wrest them from him, but, when she failed, slumped in her saddle and completed the journey in smouldering silence.
Go up to your room, Stacey told her when they reached the side door of the house nearest the stables. Get dressed properly and, when you are fit to be seen, come down to the library. I wish to speak to you.
After she had gone, he left the horses with the grooms and made his way slowly into the house, completely at a loss to know how to deal with the situation. He passed the drawing room on his way to the library. The door was open and his parents were sitting one on each side of the hearth; his mother was doing some embroidery and his father was reading a newspaper. They looked so complacently content, he was incensed all over again. So this is how you look after my daughter in my absence, sir, he said, stopping in the doorway to glare at them. Reading and stitching while she is running wild. Thanks to you, she is ruined beyond redemption.
Oh, dear, what has she done now? his mother asked.
You may well ask. I rode through the woods on my way home and what did I find? My daughter, your beloved granddaughter, swimming in the lake
Oh, dear, it is so cold, Lady Malcomby said. She will catch her death. I hope you have sent her to Susan to be warmed.
If she were a boy I would warm her myself, Id dust her breeches so she could not sit down for a week, he said.
Oh, come, his father said. Thats doing it too brown.
You have not heard the worst of it. She was naked as the day she was born
Naked! shrieked her ladyship, dropping her embroidery. You mean she had no clothes on?
Not even her chemise. Nor was she alone. There was some yokel with her. They were laughing and splashing each other
Was he alsoOh, dear, was he?
He nodded. Not a stitch. Now perhaps you will tell me how to proceed, for I am sure I do not know what to do. I fear I shall thrash her as soon as look at her.
Wont help, his father said. She is a child and I doubt she sees any wrong in what she has done and making a mountain out of it will only make her more wilful.
She is not a child. He was almost shouting. She is nearly a woman. If you had seen her as I did, coming out of the water, you would know that. Children grow up, you know, they do not remain children just because you would like them to. Had you not noticed that?
Cant say I had, his father said complacently. But I suppose you are right.
Then what am I to do?
Lock her in her room for a few hours, I find that usually does the trick.
Stacey laughed harshly. Do you suppose locking her bedroom door will contain her? Ill wager she can get out of the window and down the ivy as easily as I once could.
Could you? his mother asked, diverted. I didnt know that.
Who was the boy? the Earl asked.
I have no idea and tracking him down will serve no purpose; she is too young to be married off. It is Julia I am concerned with. She will have to go away to be taught how a young lady should behave. Someone, somewhere, must be prepared to take her. He turned from them and made for the library just as Julia descended the stairs. She looked demure in pale pink spotted muslin with a deep rose sash, and her hair tied back with a matching ribbon. She held her head high and was followed by Susan Handy, the stout, middle-aged woman who was her governess and who had been his nurse and governess. She had evidently come with her to make sure he did not carry out his threat to thrash her darling.
He smiled grimly. Miss Handy was quite unable to control her charge because she was too indulgent and too fat and breathless to run after her when she escaped. He ought to have done something about her when he first returned home two years before, but he hadnt had the heart to dismiss her, for where would she go? I do not need you, Miss Handy, he said coldly. You may wait for Julia upstairs.
You will not be unkind to her, Master Stacey? I am sure she is very sorry for being naughty and will be good in future.
That we shall see, he said coldly, ushering his daughter into the library ahead of him. His red-hot fury had abated and he was now icily calm.
Papa she began.
You will not speak, you will not say a word until I say you may. I am very angry with you and if I ever get my hands on that young man
But it was not his fault. I found him bathing in the lake and it looked so inviting
Thats enough! he roared. You will tell me honestly, did he touch you? Did he behave in any way? He did not know how to put into words what he was asking.
Of course he did not, she said haughtily. He would not dream of laying hands on the granddaughter of an earl.
He breathed a sigh of relief. Let us be thankful for that. You are going away to school, even if I have to scour the length and breadth of the country to find one that will take you, and nothing you can say or do will make me change my mind.
She would not cry. He could see her herculean efforts to control her tears in the way she blinked and gulped and lifted her chin even higher and he admired her for it, but he would not weaken. Until I say you may, you will stay in your room, and Miss Handy will find some fitting study for you. A book on ladylike behaviour would be suitable if such a thing is to be found.
Yes, my lord.
My lord, she called him, just as if they were mere acquaintances and not father and daughter. It cut him to the quick, but he made no comment and waved her away, too choked to speak. He watched her go, wanting to rush after her and hug her, to tell her everything would be all right and he understood, but he could not; she was too much like her dead mother. He had to find an establishment headed by an understanding woman who would make a lady of her without breaking her spirit. And where was such a one to be had?
Chapter Two
Charlotte was chasing children along the beach when Stacey first saw her, running round and round and being caught and then setting off again, her arms wide, her bonnet askew, while the children squealed their delight. He reined in his horse to watch. His father had told him of a school in Ipswich that might take Julia and he had decided to ride along the coastal path rather than take the stage. He didnt know why, except that it might be quieter and more conducive to problem solving than being bumped about in a coach and having to listen to his fellow travellers trying to make conversation. And he could take his time. Why he wanted to delay, he did not know. He strongly suspected it was because he was not sure he was doing the right thing in trying to pack his daughter off to strangers. Wasnt that abrogating his responsibility? In the meantime she was safe enough at Malcomby Hall; his father had promised to keep a closer eye on her.