Most of my time. Jack grinned. And, although you might not credit it, quite willingly. The estates, of course, need constant attention. When my sister left, she bequeathed me a list as long as my arm of all the improvements required. His brow darkening as a subject that, now, was very close to his heart claimed him, Jack continued, Im afraid, before Lenore left, I had not paid as much attention as I should have. She kept us together financially, which was no small feat. Consequently, my brothers and I left the decisions on what projects the family could afford to undertake to her. Although she was not to blame in any way, I should have realized that she did not have an extensive grasp of the estate as a whole, but was entirely familiar with all matters pertaining to the Hall itself. Hence, our ancestral home is in very good repair, but, for my money, I would have given some, at least, of the improvements necessary on the estate a higher priority.
Glancing down at Sophies face, Jack added, I fully intend to resuscitate the estate. I know whats needed; now its simply a matter of getting things done.
A steel vice closed about Sophies heart. She let her lids veil her eyes. Her features frozen in an expression of rapt attention, she inclined her head.
Encouraged, Jack briefly described those improvements he felt most urgent. I think it has something to do with being the one to inherit the land, he concluded. I feel an attachment-a responsibility-now that its virtually mine. I know Harry feels the same about the stud farm, which will one day be his.
Woodenly Sophie nodded, clutching her reins tightly. From her experience of her fathers estates, she knew the cost of Jacks dreams. His words settled, a leaden weight about her heart.
Distraction arrived in a most unexpected form. A brusque hail had them drawing rein; turning, they beheld Mr. Marston astride a showy dun trotting quickly towards them. As he approached, Sophie inwardly admitted that Phillip Marston looked his best on horseback; his best, however, had never been sufficient to raise her pulse. Now, with her expectations conditioned by the likes of Jack Lester, she knew it never would.
Good day, Mr. Marston. Her expression calmly regal, Sophie held out one hand, refusing to embellish the brief greeting with any hypocritical phrases.
My very dear Miss Winterton. Phillip Marston attempted the difficult feat of bowing over her hand, but was forced to release it quickly as his horse jibbed. Frowning, he restrained the restive animal and, with obvious reluctance, nodded at Jack. Lester.
Jack returned the nod with a perfectly genuine smile. Marston.
The dun continued to jib and prance.
Phillip Marston did his best to ignore it-and the fact the dun was no match on any level with the even-tempered black Jack Lester rode. He nodded gravely to Ned and Clarissa, then fixed his pale gaze on Sophie. I thought Id take the trouble to find a mount and join you, my dear. I have not, as you know, previously had much experience of town, but I felt sure you would feel more easy in the company of one with whom you share a common background.
Inwardly bridling, Sophie refrained from glancing heavenwards and searched for some acceptable response. She was delivered from her unenviable predicament by the arrival of her younger cousins, whooping gleefully, their faces alight with exuberant joy.
Phillip Marston frowned bleakly. Really, you young barbarians! Is this the way you behave when out from under your parents eye?
Their transports abruptly cut short, their joy fading, Jeremy, George and Amy instinctively looked not to Sophie, but to Jack.
He reassured them with a smile. Nonsense, Marston, he said, his tone equable but distant. The Park at this hour is a perfectly acceptable venue for the young to let off steam. Later, perhaps, such behaviour would be frowned upon, but now, with mainly young people and families about, theres nothing the least untoward in such high spirits.
The crestfallen trio were miraculously revived. They shot Jack a grateful glance and fell in beside him, as far as they could get from Mr. Marston. For a moment, Sophie allowed herself to envy them, before regretfully banishing the thought.
Phillip Marston received Jacks wisdom with a stiff little bow. His pinched lips and the slant of his brows left little doubt of his feelings. A charged moment passed in which Sophie bludgeoned her brains for some safe topic-not an easy task with Mr. Marston on one side and Jack Lester on the other-before Marstons particular devil prompted him to say: I dare say, Lester, not being a family man, you dont realize the importance of discipline in handling the young.
Jack controlled his countenance admirably, bending a look of blandly polite enquiry on Marston. As Jack had hoped, Phillip Marston continued, airily declaiming, apparently unaware of Sophies stunned silence.
Natural enough, of course. After all, disciplines hardly your style, is it? I mean to say, he hurried on, that doubtless, having little need for such in your own life, its hard for you to understand that others live by a different code.
Indeed? Jack lifted a brow, his expression remote and slightly bored. I hadnt, I confess, thought my life so very different from that of the rest of my class.
Phillip Marston laughed condescendingly. Oh, but it is. He waved airily. Why, I dare say youd be stunned to know that some of us spend months on our estates, grappling with such matters as tenants and bailiffs and crop rotation. Oblivious to the flags flying in Sophies cheeks, Marston continued, Not all of us can spend our lives in London, frittering away our money at the tables, sipping, unrestrained, from the bowl of lifes pleasures.
That was far too much for Sophie. Mr. Marston! She regarded him with icy indignation. Im surprised, sir, that you even know of such things as lifes pleasures. The words-so uncharacteristically sniping-shocked her, but she had no intention of recalling them. However, it immediately became clear Mr. Marston stood in no danger of being crushed.
He inclined his head, smiling unctuously. Quite so, my dear. Such pastimes hold no allure for me. However, I am aware that others find them much more to their taste. He lifted his pale gaze to Jacks face. No doubt, Lester, you find this squiring of innocents not at all to your liking. Playing nursemaid to a pack of brats is hardly your style, after all. Marston leant forward and spoke across Sophie. I heard Mrs. Webb trap you into this little jaunt. Dare say youd rather be anywhere but here. However, as Ive nothing better to do with my time, Ill be only too happy to take the responsibility off your hands.
Ned and Clarissa had drawn closer; along with Toby, who had silently rejoined the company, they held their breath and looked, slightly stunned, at Jack. Indeed, every eye in the party was fixed upon him.
They all saw his slow smile.
On the contrary, Marston, Jack drawled. I believe youre labouring under a misapprehension. Believe me, theres nothing I would rather be doing than squiring this particular party of innocents. In fact, he went on, his expression growing pensive, I believe if you consider the matter more closely, youll see that one such as I, to whom the ah, pleasures of life are well known, is precisely the most suitable escort.
The relief that swept the party, all except Marston, was palpable.
Jacks smile broadened as he met the other mans gaze. Indeed, Marston, I wouldnt have missed this mornings jaunt for the world.
Confounded, Phillip Marston glanced at Sophie. Her glacial expression awoke the first inklings of understanding in his brain. His hand tightened on his reins.
The dun, having behaved reasonably for all of ten minutes, reacted predictably, jibbing, then twisting, prancing sideways. Marston struggled to subdue the animal, muttering perfectly audible curses beneath his breath.
Sternly quelling her laughter, Sophie grasped the opportunity. Mr. Marston, I believe you would be wise to return that horse to the stables forthwith. I confess its antics are making me quite nervous. She managed to imbue her tones with perfectly specious feminine fear.
Which left Phillip Marston with little choice. His expression grim, he nodded curtly. He left, heading straight for the gate.
Phew! Toby came up beside Sophie, a grin lighting his face. I wouldnt want to be the stableman when he returns that horse.
The comment drew laughter all round, banishing any lingering restraint. Restored to their usual high spirits, the youngsters were soon off again. By mutual consent, the party ambled slowly in Mr. Marstons wake.
Summoning the children, coercing them into an orderly retreat, then supervising them through the traffic kept Sophie fully occupied. But when they turned the corner into Mount Street and the youngsters drew ahead, she glanced up at her companion. His features were relaxed; he looked every bit as content as he had claimed. I feel I must apologize for Mr. Marstons behaviour, sir.
Jack looked down at her. Nonsense, my dear. It was hardly something you could control. Besides, he continued, his blue gaze holding hers, I have yet to see you encouraging him.
Heaven forbid! Sophie shuddered, then, seeing the calm satisfaction that infused Jacks expression, wished shed been rather more circumspect. It was, after all, no business of Jack Lesters whom she encouraged. Taking refuge in the banal, she said, So the balls are starting at last.
With a slow smile, Jack inclined his head. Indeed. And your cousins come-out will be one of the first. Your aunt seems set to steal a march on her peers.
Thinking of Lucilla and her careful scheming, Sophie smiled. As you say. Shes quite determined to make the most of this Season.
Clarissa nudged her horse up beside Jacks. Indeed, she declared, unusually pert. Mama is quite set on my come-out being an unenviable crush.
Sophie exchanged a wry smile with Jack.
Turning to Clarissa, Jack raised a laconic brow. Obviously, Ned had been faithfully adhering to instructions. Is that so? Jack asked. And what do you know of crushes, Miss Webb?
Clarissa coloured, then waved a dismissive hand. Sophie told me all about them.