Somehow the day was got through, with Isabel white-faced and their aunt flitting about trying to be helpful.
Jane was glad when all the preparations were complete and she could go to bed. She undressed and crept between the sheets, but sleep eluded her. She was committed to persuading her sister to go ahead with the marriage, because not to do so would be unkind to the man Jane loved and cause him distress.
And it would upset her parents. On top of his money worries, it might very well kill her father. Money worries. If only Teddy had not gambled so heavily. If only her sister had not flirted with Andrew Ashton. If only she herself did not love Mark quite so much. Dear Mark. He did not deserve to be embroiled in scandal from any direction. How was it all going to end?
Author Note
The quandary central to my main characters may seem strange to modern readers, who would not hesitate to break off an engagement if they realised the love they had hoped for was missing, but in the period in which my story is set the social mores were different. Love was not the only or even the main reason for marrying. Title, wealth, status, the wishes of ones family and the need to keep an unbroken hierarchy all played a part. Divorce was only for the very wealthy and required an Act of Parliament, and an engagement was a solemn undertaking. A lady might brave the censure of Society and break her promise to marry, but a gentleman never could. It was a dishonourable thing to do and laid him open to being shunned by Society as a man who could not be trusted to keep his word.
My story is a love story, and my hero and heroine are deeply in love, but the customs of the time prevent them from being together. She has her loyalty to her family and he has his honour, both of which must be satisfied before they can have the happy ending we all look for.
Scandal at
Greystone
Manor
Mary Nichols
www.millsandboon.co.uk
Born in Singapore, MARY NICHOLS came to England when she was three, and has spent most of her life in different parts of East Anglia. She has been a radiographer, a school secretary, an information officer and an industrial editor, as well as a writer. She has three grown-up children and four grandchildren.
Previous novels by the same author:
RAGS-TO-RICHES BRIDE
THE EARL AND THE HOYDEN
CLAIMING THE ASHBROOKE HEIR
(part of The Secret Baby Bargain) HONOURABLE DOCTOR, IMPROPER ARRANGEMENT THE CAPTAINS MYSTERIOUS LADY* THE VISCOUNTS UNCONVENTIONAL BRIDE* LORD PORTMANS TROUBLESOME WIFE* SIR ASHLEYS METTLESOME MATCH* WINNING THE WAR HEROS HEART THE CAPTAINS KIDNAPPED BEAUTY* IN THE COMMODORES HANDS*
* The Piccadilly Gentlemens Club mini-series
And available through Mills & Boon® Historical eBooks:
WITH VICTORIAS BLESSING
(part of Royal Weddings Through the Ages)
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Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter One
April 1817
Stand still, Issie, do, Jane said. How can I pin this hem if you will keep dodging from one foot to the other? And stop admiring yourself in the mirror. We all know what a beautiful bride you will make.
It had taken weeks of indecision about colour and style before the heavy cerise silk had been bought and then they could not decide on who was to make it up. You do it, Isabel had told her sister. You are every bit as good a seamstress as any London mantua-maker and a great deal better than poor Miss Smith.
Jane laughed at the compliment. Very well, but well ask Miss Smith to do the plain stitching. She could do with the work. The elderly spinster came from the village three times a week to make petticoats for the ladies as well as repair torn garments and mend the household linen.
Jane had been doing as much as possible towards the wedding to save a little on the expense. Her mother was determined it would be the wedding of the year, in spite of Sir Edwards pleas they should not be too extravagant. Jane was perhaps the only one of the family to take any notice of him, but that did not mean Isabels wedding would be anything less than perfect if she could help it. She had taken great pains with the gown, making sure it fitted perfectly. It had the fashionable high waist, long sleeves, loose at the top but tight from the elbow down, a heart-shaped neckline and a flowing skirt, trimmed with lace and embroidered with white-and-pink roses. All that was left to do now was stitch up the hem and add the decoration to the neckline and sleevesyards of ribbon and lace, interspersed with tiny coloured beads. Sewn on by hand with minute invisible stitches, they were going to take some time to do. She did not begrudge the time, nor her sister her happiness, not even at the sacrifice of her own.
Isabel was to marry Mark Wyndham, heir to Lord Wyndham, who lived with his parents less than three miles away at Broadacres. The families had known each other for years and often visited each other, so the girls and their brother had grown up in close proximity and there was no formality between them. A marriage between Mark and Isabel had been talked about for years as if it were a foregone conclusion, though Mark had not formally proposed until he came back from the Peninsular War, where he had distinguished himself as an aide to Sir Arthur Wellesley, now the Duke of Wellington. The engagement pleased both families and it had relieved the girls father, who did not want Isabel to go the way of Jane and become an old maid. To have two unmarried daughters was not good for his self-esteem, and nor, come to that, his pocket.
Jane was perhaps the only one of the family, apart from her father, who realised that they were living beyond their means, trying to maintain a status and lifestyle not commensurate with income. The estate was run down, fences needed mending, ditches needed cleaning out, some of the cottages needed repairs and the house itself was in urgent need of refurbishment. Greystone Manor was a lovely old house, solidly built to withstand the ravages of the east wind that blew in off the German Ocean, but that didnt stop it being draughty. Its large withdrawing room was icy in winter and cool in summer; its huge kitchens and dairy with their stone floors were hard on the servants feet. The family tended to use the smaller parlour as a sitting room and the breakfast room as a dining room except on formal occasions. Today the girls were working in Isabels bedchamber, whose window overlooked the front drive. Outside the spring sunshine was warm and inviting and everyone hoped that this year there might be a good harvest, which would make up for the terrible failure of the year before.
There, thats done, Jane said. You can take it off now and Ill get Miss Smith to stitch the hem while I gather the flounces for the skirt.
She helped Isabel out of the gown and carefully folded it ready for the seamstress when she came that afternoon.
Isabel hugged her. You are so good, Jane, I wish I could be more like you. You are clever at whatever you do, sewing, cooking, managing the servants and you have such a way with the village children. You ought to be getting married, too, and having children of you own.
We cant all be wives, Issie. At twenty-seven, everyone, including Jane herself, knew she was well past marriageable age. Her role in life was to be a helpmate to her mother, to busy herself with the arrangements for her sisters wedding, to calm her other sisters excitable nature and try to curb her brother Teddys profligacy. Added to her good works in the nearby village of Hadlea, it was enough to keep her occupied. She had little time to bemoan her single state.
But you must wish for it sometimes?
Not really. I am content with my life.
Did you never have an offer?
Jane smiled, but did not answer. There had been someone once, ten years before, but it had come to nothing. Her father had disapproved on the grounds that the young man had no title and no fortune, no family of any standing and no prospects. She could do better than that, hed told her. But she never had and the only other man she had come to have feelings for had not reciprocated and her foolishness was a deeply held secret which she had never told a soul. She was not beautiful and, compared with her younger sisters, she was plain Jane.
How their parents had managed to produce three girls so different from each other, Jane could not fathom. Jane and Isabel were both dark haired, but there the similarity ended. Jane was taller than average; she had strong features, well-defined brows and a determined chin. Isabel, six years younger than Jane, was considered the beauty of the family. She was a little shorter and more curvaceous than Jane, and her face was rounder and very expressive; she was not one to hide her feelings. Tears and temper were often displayed, but she soon recovered and became her usual sunny self. Jane was more circumspect and kept her feelings to herself. As for Sophie, she was fair-haired and blue-eyed and, at seventeen, had not yet shed what her mother chose to call her puppy fat.
I am doing the right thing? Isabel asked suddenly, sinking on to her bed in her petticoat.
Whatever do you mean?
Marrying Mark.
You are surely not having doubts now, Issie?
Its such a big step. I keep wondering if I shall make him happy, or if I shall be content with him.
But you have known him all your life. You know he is tall and handsome, that he is thoughtful and considerate, that he has deep pockets and likes nothing better than to indulge you. What more can you ask?
Thats just it. Perhaps I know him too well. And perhaps Ive missed someone else, someone for whom I could feel the grand passion.
Isabel, you are talking nonsense, the grand passion is a myth, dreamed up by romantics. Its much better to marry someone dependable, someone you know wont let you down. Isabels sudden doubts were having a strange effect on Jane. It had taken all her resolve to wish her sister happy when the engagement had been announced and she had entered into the preparations for the wedding with as much whole-hearted enthusiasm as she could muster. Her sisters doubts worried her.
Mark is dependable, thats true, Isabel said. But he is almost like another brother.
Mark is nothing like a brother.
No, of course not. Im being silly. Hes not a bit like Teddy, is he?
God forbid! One of Teddy is enough.
They laughed at this and the tension eased. Jane helped her sister into her day dress and was just brushing her hair and tying it back with a ribbon when they heard the sound of someone arriving. Isabel jumped up and went to the window to see who it might be. Its Teddy, she said. My goodness, where did he get that coat? He looks like a bumble bee.
Jane joined her sister at the window. Their brother, three years younger than Jane and three years older than Isabel, had just descended from the gig he had hired at the Fox and Hounds, where the stage from London had no doubt deposited him not half an hour since. The coat Isabel had commented on was of yellow-and-brown stripes. It had a cutaway skirt and deep revers. His trousers were fawn and his waistcoat yellow with red spots. Papa will have something to say about that, she said.
They were descending the stairs as a servant opened the door to admit him. He flourished a brown beaver topper at them both. Jane, Isabel, I hope I find you both well.
Very well, Jane said.
Where did you get that extraordinary coat? Isabel demanded.
Gieves, where else? Do you like it? He twirled to show it off. Where is Papa? I need to talk to him. Is he in a good mood?
Oh, Teddy, do not say you have come to wheedle money out of him? Jane said. You know what he said the last time.
Well, a fellow cant live decent on what I earn at Hallidays. Halliday and Son was an eminent firm of lawyers who had a practice in Lincolns Inn Fields. Teddy had gone to them after leaving university at the behest of his father, who did not believe his son should pass his days in idleness. He was still very junior and could not command the large fees his mentors did.
Then take a little advice from me, Brother, Jane went on. Change that coat and waistcoat before you see him. It will not help your cause.