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Proposals in Regency Society: Make-Believe Wife / The Homeless Heiress
Anne Herries


MAKE-BELIEVE WIFEWith his rakish reputation and reluctance to wed, Lord Luke Clarendon is in need of a make-believe wife and who better than the beautiful runaway actress Roxanne? She is his perfect leading lady, yet once they uncover her true identity her Lord may claimher as his Lady for real…THE HOMELESS HEIRESSDisguised as a boy and living on the streets, runaway heiress Georgie is cold, hungry and desperate. Forced to pickpocket to survive, Georgie thieves from the wrong man – dashing Captain Richard Hernshaw! Soon the consummate Captain discovers this grubby boy is actually a pretty young woman, yet the dark secrets he conceals may prevent him from ever making Georgie his wife!












SEDUCTION in Regency Society August 2014

DECEPTION in Regency Society September 2014

PROPOSALS in Regency Society October 2014

PRIDE in Regency Society November 2014

MISCHIEF in Regency Society December 2014

INNOCENCE in Regency Society January 2015

ENCHANTED in Regency Society February 2015

HEIRESS in Regency Society March 2015

PREJUDICE in Regency Society April 2015

FORBIDDEN in Regency Society May 2015

TEMPTATION in Regency Society June 2015

REVENGE in Regency Society July 2015


Proposals in

Regency

Society

Make-Believe Wife

The Homeless Heiress

Anne Herries






www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)


ANNE HERRIES lives in Cambridgeshire, England, where she is fond of watching wildlife and spoils the birds and squirrels that are frequent visitors to her garden. Anne loves to write about the beauty of nature and sometimes puts a little into her books, although they are mostly about love and romance. She writes for her own enjoyment and to give pleasure to her readers. She is a winner of the Romantic Novelists’ Association® Romance Prize.




Table of Contents


Cover (#u2a36be9c-7f75-5c7e-8fc0-fe3717796f55)

Title Page (#u9a3a6540-0a6a-5b31-bbed-6ae7a01dbeab)

About the Author (#ufc6328b2-10cd-50c6-b5a7-68dd5aa50d93)

Make-Believe Wife (#u48f77871-95f3-5b8f-a147-b42a2d4fcdc1)

Prologue (#ulink_3c6af52c-fd23-51c4-aa13-cc137dd53aba)

Chapter One (#ulink_0ed25968-f1d9-56c3-a16f-4d60945c47dd)

Chapter Two (#ulink_9421f8e5-665a-54ac-a06c-303203dca969)

Chapter Three (#ulink_a3e1ac61-6057-5e74-af34-4b7bd0df41eb)

Chapter Four (#ulink_236657ca-7110-591b-a3f9-dcd827bac03a)

Chapter Five (#ulink_d691b968-d094-54c0-a084-1b16da0606e5)

Chapter Six (#ulink_527c5fd2-5a4d-5ade-bfe6-604b50cde8ea)

Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)

Afterword (#litres_trial_promo)

The Homeless Heiress (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter One (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Two (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Three (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)

Afterword (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)


Make-Believe Wife

Anne Herries




Prologue (#ulink_e9216b5c-0483-5968-96d1-fe0485a65286)


�Damn you, sir. I have had enough of your wild behaviour,’ the Earl of Hartingdon thundered at his grandson. �I shall not tolerate the disgrace you have brought upon us.’

�Forgive me,’ Luke, Viscount Clarendon, said and looked contrite. �This should never have come to your ears. Rollinson was a fool and a knave to come prattling to you, sir.’

Tall and almost painfully thin, yet with a commanding presence, the earl’s bushy white eyebrows met in a frown of disapproval.

�Do you deny that you seduced the man’s wife?’

Luke hesitated. The truth of the matter was that he had no idea whether or not he had seduced Adrina Rollinson. The evening in question was hazy to say the least. He had been three sheets to the wind and, when he’d woken to find himself lying next to the naked and undoubtedly voluptuous beauty, he had hardly been given time to wonder before her husband came storming into the summerhouse to demand satisfaction.

�I can only tell you that I have no memory of it happening, sir.’

�What sort of an answer is that, pray?’ the earl demanded. �You puzzle me, Luke. You have had every advantage and yet you insist on carrying your wildness to excess. If you cannot recall making love to a woman like Lady Rollinson, you must have been drunk.’

�Indeed, that I shall own,’ Luke said instantly. �I would not call the lady a liar, but I doubt I was capable of making love that night.’

�I suppose your taste is for whores?’

�I do not know what you may have been told of me, sir, but I assure you I have done nothing of which I am ashamed.’

�Indeed? I know that you have bought a house and intend to set up your mistress in Hampstead.’ The earl’s top lip curled in scorn. �You are a disgrace to your family. Thank God your parents did not live to see what you have become.’

�Perhaps had they lived I might have been otherwise.’

�Are you blaming me? Impudent pup!’ The earl’s eyes darkened with temper. �Well, sir, I have done with you. It was in my mind to make you my sole heir, for although the estate is entailed, the patent allows the title to pass through the female line and my fortune is my own to dispose of as I wish. However, I have a cousin who would restore both honour and fortune to the family name.’

�Horatio Harte, I presume? I wish you joy of him, sir.’ Luke’s temper was barely in check. �Good afternoon. I shall not trouble you with my presence again.’

�I did not give you leave to go.’

�Yet I believe I shall. You have never liked me, sir. I have done things of which I am not particularly proud, but I am not the rogue you think me.’

�Come back here!’ The earl’s voice rose petulantly. �You will hear me out. I shall give you one more chance, but you must marry a decent girl—one with perfect manners who knows how to behave in good society. I need an heir I can be proud of before I die.’

Luke turned at the door, denial on his lips. He would marry when and whom he wished and meant to say so, but even as he began the earl made a choking sound and sank slowly to his knees before collapsing in a heap on the floor.

�Grandfather! Someone, give me some help in here.’

Luke rushed to his grandfather’s side. Rolling him on his back, he saw that his colour was slightly blue and acted swiftly in untying the tight starched cravat at his neck. He felt for a pulse and discovered a faint beat and yet his grandfather did not appear to be breathing. He was for a moment unsure of what to do for the best; then, recalling something he had once witnessed a vet do for the foal of an important mare, he opened his grandfather’s mouth and made sure there was no obstruction in the throat. Then he pinched the earl’s nostrils and breathed into his mouth. Luke repeated the action three times and noticed that a more natural colour had returned, though he had no idea if his actions had helped.

A voice spoke from behind him. �He has had one of his attacks, my lord. He will recover in a moment.’

�He just keeled over. I thought he was dead or dying.’

�Milord has had one or two close calls, sir. Nasty little attacks that the doctor can’t quite make out.’

�Why was I not told?’ Luke rose to his feet. The colour was back in the earl’s cheeks now.

�He did not wish to bother you, sir.’

�The stubborn fool—’ Luke began and stopped as he heard a sound. The earl had his eyes open. He was staring up at them.

�Don’t just stand there, fool. Help me up, Marshall.’

�You should have told me you were ill, Grandfather.’

�Stuff and nonsense! It is nothing. As you see, I am perfectly fine now.’

Luke and the butler helped him to his feet and assisted him to a sturdy mahogany elbow chair. Luke felt his body trembling and realised how thin and frail his grandfather had become. When had this happened? Why had he not noticed?

�Forgive me, sir. Had I known you were ill…’

�What? Would you have mended your ways?’ The elderly man’s eyes gleamed. �Want to make amends, eh? You know my terms. Get yourself wed and give me an heir.’

�I am sorry you are ill, but I shall not make a promise I cannot keep. However, I will promise not to become so drunk that I do not recall with whom or where I go to bed.’

�Not enough,’ the earl growled. �Leave me to Marshall and come back when you have a wife.’

�Grandfather, that is unfair,’ Luke protested, for he was genuinely upset by the news of the earl’s ill health.

�Unless you oblige me I shall not leave you a penny—and, what’s more, I’ll tell the lawyers to cut the allowance you receive from your paternal grandfather’s fortune.’

�You cannot do that, sir. I have commitments…’

�To your mistress, I suppose? Well, the choice is yours, Luke. The terms of the Marquis’s will state that I can limit your income until you are thirty if I so choose. I have never done so, but now I shall make a change. I need an heir soon, Luke—and I want you to give me a grandson. Marry well and everything will be as it was. Turn your back on me now and you’ll find yourself short in the pocket. Show me that you intend to settle down and make me proud of you.’

Luke hesitated, a grim set to his mouth. Had he not just witnessed his grandfather’s collapse he would have told him to go to the devil and bought himself a pair of colours while he still had the money. Yet despite his harsh words, there was something vulnerable about the earl, something that made Luke realise that deep within him he cared what happened to the old devil.

�I must have time to think this over, sir.’

�Yes, of course, and to find a suitable girl—but do not take too long, Luke. I may not have more than a year or so left to me.’

Luke inclined his head and left, feeling his temper surge as he curled his nails into the palms of his hand. He ought to walk out and never return. The lawyers would probably tell him that the earl was lying through his teeth—yet if it were the truth Luke would be in trouble.

He had made a promise to his best friend and nothing would make him break it.




Chapter One (#ulink_b6f9c67b-8c6b-56bd-92eb-f73036a1d58f)


Roxanne glanced back over her shoulder, listening for the sounds of pursuit, but all she could hear were birds calling one to the other as they flitted between the trees and the occasional snuffle of a small animal in the undergrowth. The woods themselves held no fear for her, but she was afraid of being made to return to the camp.

She had been walking for hours without stopping, but now she was hungry. She was fairly certain that no one had followed her. It must be safe now to stop and eat some of the food she had packed. Placing her larger bundle on the ground, Roxanne spread her shawl on the dry earth and sat down, opening the cloth that carried her bread, cheese and the preserved fruit she had brought with her. Sofia had always kept a jar of dried fruits on her shelf, because she said figs, dates and apricots were good to eat in the winter when they could not pick fruit from the hedgerows.

She missed Sofia so much! Her friend’s sad death had left her alone and in fear of the future. She had no one who cared for her and no one to care for. She was not sure which felt the worst, because she had enjoyed caring for her friend in her last months when she became too feeble to care for herself.

Blinking away her tears, Roxanne rose to her feet and gathered her bundles. Sofia had been one of a band of travelling players, almost a mother to her, and she had given Roxanne so much, even her name.

�If anything happens to me you should go to London,’ Sofia had told her only a few days before she died. �You are a fine actress, my love. You could find fame and fortune—and perhaps marry a man of substance and be the lady I believe you truly are.’

Roxanne had begged her not to talk of dying, tears stinging her eyes, but after her death it had become clear that Roxanne could not stay with the band of travelling players with whom she had lived for the past five years. She was in danger and her only choice was to run away before he returned to the camp.

She had made up her mind that she would get to London if she could, though it would mean walking for many days, perhaps weeks. Before she reached the great city, she would need to find work for a few days to earn her food.

Lost in thought, she was startled as she heard a loud cry and then a horse came crashing through the trees towards her. It was saddled, but without a rider, its reins hanging loose, and she realised that someone must have fallen.

Instinctively, she ran in the direction from which the cry had seemed to come. She had gone only a few yards when she saw a man lying on the ground. His eyes were closed and his face looked pale. Her heart caught and for a moment she thought he was dead. Dropping her bundles, she knelt by his side and touched his face. He felt warm and she drew a breath of relief. His fingers were moving and he was still breathing, though seemed unaware of her. He must have been knocked unconscious by the fall from his horse.

She hesitated, then unwound his white stock from his neck; taking out her precious store of water, she poured some of it onto the fine linen and began to bathe his face. His lips moved, a groan issuing from him, then his eyes flickered open and he looked up at her.

�What happened?’ he muttered. �Who are you?’

�My name is Roxanne. I think you fell from your horse. It came rushing at me through the trees and I heard your cry.’

�It was the fox,’ he said and pushed up into a sitting position. His dark grey eyes fixed on her face. �It started up just in front of us. I tried to stop, but I was riding hard and the stupid horse reared up in a fright.’

�The horse was startled. They are nervous creatures, sir. If you were riding too hard, the fault was yours.’

�The devil it was.’ His slate-coloured eyes narrowed, became intent and suspicious. �What is a lady like you doing alone in these woods—dressed like that?’

Roxanne hesitated, for to tell him her true story was too risky. She did not know him and should use caution. He was undoubtedly a gentleman and Sofia had warned her to be careful of the gentry, for they were not to be trusted.

�I was with a band of travelling players, but I had to leave. I am trying to get to London to find work as an actress.’

�Are you indeed?’ His gaze was unsettling. �I see you have water, Miss Roxanne. Will you give me some?’

�I used some to bathe your face, but you may have a few sips.’ Roxanne handed him the stoneware flask and he lifted it to his mouth, drinking deeply. �Please leave some. I may not find a stream to refill my flask for hours.’

�I passed a stream not far back,’ he replied. �But if you are making for London you are walking in the wrong direction.’

�Oh…’ Roxanne frowned as he handed her back the bottle. �Perhaps you could—’ She broke off as he attempted to stand and shouted with pain. He swayed and would have fallen had she not caught hold of his body and supported him. �Where does it hurt?’

�My right ankle,’ he groaned. �I think it must be broken. If I sit down again, could you take the boot off for me?’

�Do you think that wise, sir? The boot will probably have to be cut off if your ankle is broken—and a doctor should do it. Sofia would have known how to treat you, but I do not have her skills.’

�Who the hell is Sofia? Is she with you?’

�She was my dearest friend and she died recently.’

�Sorry,’ he muttered, his face white with pain. �I have a knife. Cut the damned thing off and bind the ankle with the stock. It will have to do until we can find an inn and a doctor.’

�We—are you expecting me to go with you?’

�How do you imagine I can get anywhere alone? Or were you planning to go on and leave me here?’

�Your temper does not help your cause, sir. If you will sit, I shall attempt to do as you ask—and, no, now you mention it, I was not planning to abandon you.’

His eyes narrowed in annoyance, his mouth set hard. �You speak in the tones and manner of a lady, yet you say you are an actress. You must be a clever one.’

�Sofia said I could play royalty to the manner born,’ Roxanne said, helping him to lower himself to the ground so that she could attend to his ankle. �She was once a courtesan and had both royal and aristocratic lovers in her youth so I imagine she would know how they behave.’

�She sounds quite a remarkable lady?’

�She was wonderful.’ Roxanne hesitated, then ran her hands down the length of the boot. Not yet! She would not tell him too much too soon. �It is difficult to tell while this is on, but I think you may have a break just above your ankle. It will hurt too much if I try to pull the boot off—have I your permission to cut the leather? I dare say it may have cost a great deal of money.’

�I have other pairs; just do it.’ He thrust a hand into his pocket and brought out a silver penknife.

�I think I have something better.’ Roxanne opened her large bundle and took out a long thin dagger. �The blade is very sharp. It will slit the leather easier than your knife.’

�Good grief, what are you carrying a dangerous thing like that for?’

�I am a woman travelling alone. I needed to be sure I could protect myself.’

�Remind me never to try to seduce you when I’m drunk.’

�Are you in the habit of seducing women when drunk?’

Roxanne’s eyes held a sparkle of amusement as she glanced at him and then back at the boot. It was long and tight fitting and obviously the best quality. She inserted the knifepoint into the leather and began to slit the length of the boot. Her patient groaned once or twice as she worked, a muffled cry escaping him as she finally drew it from his foot.

�Damn!’ he muttered as her fingers began to explore his ankle and the region above. �It hurts like hell.’

�I think there is a small break just above the ankle,’ Roxanne said. �The flesh is not torn, but there is a bump where there ought to be straight bone—it might have been worse.’

�You cannot feel the pain,’ he muttered fiercely.

�I am certain it hurts, but I shall bind it with your stock and use the last of the cold water. That may stop the swelling from becoming too bad, but I am not an expert, sir. If we can make you comfortable enough to ride your horse, it will be much easier for you to continue your journey.’

�Supposing we could find the damned creature.’

�I dare say it will not have gone far. I will look for it after I’ve bound your ankle.’

�You’ll go and leave me here.’ He looked angry, as if he believed she would simply walk away.

�I promise I shall not. All I have in the world is in these bundles. If I leave them with you, I must return.’ She finished her work and rose to her feet. �Try to rest until I return with the horse.’

�And if you cannot find it?’

�I shall return and try to help you, though it may be best to fetch help. Wait patiently if you can. I shall not be long.’

�Damn you,’ he muttered through clenched teeth. �You’re made of iron. You should have been born a lady, you belong with the starched-petticoat brigade.’

�Sofia always said I was from good family.’ Roxanne smiled. �Lady or not, I shall not desert you, sir.’

She walked back the way she had come. The horse had been in a blind panic, but once it stopped its mad flight it would stand and wait to be reclaimed by its owner. She must just hope that it had not injured itself because she needed it to be strong enough to carry them both and her bundles.



Luke cursed as he reached into his coat pocket and took out his pocket flask, which was still half-filled with brandy. His ankle was hurting like the devil and the girl had been gone too long. If she did not come within a few minutes, he would have to try to find help himself. If he ignored the pain, he might hobble far enough to find a farm or a woodcutter’s hut. He was attempting to rise when he heard a rustling sound and, a moment later, the girl appeared through the trees leading his horse.

�I thought you had decided to leave me after all,’ he said a trifle sulkily. �You were gone a long time.’

�Your horse was not sure he wanted to come to a stranger. He was a little shy at first, but we have become friends now.’

She led the horse to Luke. �I think he will carry us both and my bundles, sir. If not, then I can walk beside you. I do not think you capable of riding hard this time.’

�Impertinent wench.’ Luke scowled at her and then laughed. �You remind me of my Great-Aunt Dorethea when she was young.’

�Indeed? I’m not sure whether I should be flattered or insulted.’ Roxanne’s brows arched. �Do you think you can mount if I hold the horse?’

�Flattered. I admired her. Give me your arm, Miss Roxanne. I need you as a crutch.’ Holding on to her arm, Luke levered himself on to his left foot. He hobbled towards the horse, then, as she held its head steady, took hold of the saddle and belly-flopped over it, using the strength of his arms and body to pull himself into a sitting position. Beads of sweat had gathered on his brow by this time, but he controlled his desire to yell out with pain. Roxanne had fitted her bundles round the pommel of the saddle; then, with an agility that surprised him, she took his outstretched hand and swung herself up behind him. �You’ve done that before?’

�I’ve been riding horses barebacked since I was thirteen or so. We did an act that involved my having to jump up on to a moving horse.’

�You are full of surprises, Miss Roxanne. I thought you a lady at first, but no lady of my acquaintance could do what you just did.’

�A lady might not have been near when you fell,’ she reminded him. �I may not be a gentlewoman in the sense you mean, sir—but I will thank you to show me the proper respect. I am not a lightskirt and shall not be treated as one.’

Luke glanced over his shoulder. �How do you imagine I would treat you if you were a whore?’

�I have no idea how a gentleman behaves with a lady of easy virtue, though Sofia told me that gentlemen are invariably the worst. I only know that I did not like the way Black Bob looked at me.’

Luke was intrigued. �Who is he and how did he look at you?’

�He is the leader of the troupe and looked at me as though he could see through my clothes. He told me that now Sofia was dead, he would claim me as his woman—so I ran away.’

�You have run away from your people?’

�Yes. He had to go somewhere on business and so I took my chance while he was gone.’

A rueful laugh escaped Luke. �And you ran into me. Well, Miss Roxanne, I must thank my lucky stars that you did. If you help me as far as the next inn, I shall return the favour by hiring a coach to take us both to London.’

Roxanne stiffened. �I told you, I am not a whore—and I shall not be your mistress.’

�Have I said that I wish you to be? I am merely repaying a favour, miss—and if you have any sense you will accept my offer. A girl who looks like you will have offers enough, I dare say, but most of them will not be to your liking. If you are to become an actress you will need patronage, and you may as well accept mine as another’s.’

Roxanne’s breath caught. She almost wished she had walked away from him in the woods. He could surely manage now he had his horse.

�Put your arms about my waist,’ he instructed. �Hold on tight, Miss Roxanne. My ankle is painful and we had best find an inn before I pass out and you have to cart me there in an unconscious state.’

Roxanne did not reply. She put her arms about his waist, holding him tightly. She did not fear him, as she did Black Bob, but if he were to fall unconscious she might have difficulty in getting him safe to an inn. Perhaps the feel of her at his back would keep him awake long enough to reach the nearest inn. She hoped that he would not fall senseless, because she had no idea of where she was headed and the sooner he reached a doctor the better.



Roxanne could have no idea how very aware Luke was of his passenger, her full breasts pressed against his back. He had noticed her perfume as soon as he became conscious and found her bending over him. It was light and yet sensual, unlike any he had smelled on the ladies he met either in society or in the world of the demi-monde he sometimes frequented. She was different, unusual, and he’d felt intrigued from the first.

Roxanne was a woman most men would notice, her figure not willowy slender, but athletic—statuesque, might be a good word. She reminded him of the marble figure of Diana the Huntress he had commissioned for his country house, which stood in a fragrant corner of his garden, but warm with life and passion instead of white and cold. He could imagine what the leader of the travelling players had planned for her and the thought brought a frown of anger to his brow.

Damn the man for his impudence!

Clearly, her friend Sofia had been a person of influence, protecting the girl as she grew to womanhood, but once she was dead, Roxanne was at the mercy of any rogue who saw her. Luke did not know why that thought made him angry, but his protective instincts had been roused and, in thinking of her and ways to make certain she was protected, he was able to fight off his pain.

He cursed himself for riding carelessly as a wave of faintness washed over him and it took all his willpower to stay in the saddle and hold on to the reins.

�I could take control of the horse if you wish, sir. He would respond to me, as he did earlier.’

Roxanne’s words jerked him back to reality and her arms about him helped fight off the faintness. He must stay awake, because he needed to be in command. She must not be allowed to slip away when they reached the inn. He could not lose her yet; he needed her help.

�I can manage,’ he growled. �It cannot be much further.’

�I pray you are right,’ she said and her arms tightened about him, as if she would save him from falling.

A sharp wave of desire shot through Luke, bringing him to his senses more surely than any words. He laughed deep in his throat—it was like him to want the unobtainable. Luke had met with little resistance in his adult life; the ladies were usually more than willing to share his bed—or even entice him into the summerhouse. It was ironic that the first one to evoke such a strong response in him for an age had placed herself out of reach.

Roxanne had made it clear she would not be his mistress and in all honour he could not use his charm to persuade her after all she had done. However, it would not suit him if she were to run away. He might never see her again, and that thought was sufficient to stave off both the pain and the faintness. An ironic smile settled over his lips. She had already shown herself compassionate; perhaps the best way to keep her with him was to plead his need of a nurse or helper to see him home.

�Hold me tighter,’ he said. �The pain makes me faint. I beg you, do not desert me, Miss Roxanne. In this state I am helpless and at the mercy of unscrupulous rogues—men who would see me dead as soon as look at me.’

�You have enemies?’

�An enemy,’ Luke improvised. �You accused me of riding too hard, but I was trying to escape from him when the fox startled my horse.’

He justified his lie to himself. His enemy was the bitter anger that had been festering inside him since the interview with his grandfather. The Earl of Hartingdon’s unfair accusations and his outrageous demands had smouldered in his brain, making him careless.

�Will you be safe when you reach London?’

�Yes.’ Luke waited, holding his breath. �Once I am home I shall be perfectly safe, but I need help lest I lose consciousness and lie ill by the wayside.’

�It is true that not everyone would help if you became ill of a fever. I know that men like Black Bob might take advantage and rob you.’ Roxanne seemed to hesitate, then, �Very well, I shall not abandon you. I will see that a doctor is fetched, and, if you are ill, stay with you until you are home. I will nurse you and care for you should you need it. However, you must give me your word not to take advantage, sir.’

�You have my word as a gentleman,’ Luke said. �I am Luke Clarendon, a man of independent means and of good family. You may trust me, Miss Roxanne. Watch over me until I am fit again. I shall reward you by taking you to London—and I will introduce you to the manager of a theatre.’

�Very well, it is a bargain,’ Roxanne said and her arms clung comfortingly to him once more.

Luke smiled. He did not think she would break her word for she might have done so in the woods. If he could delay their journey for a few days, she might come to like him—and once they were in London, he would find a way of keeping her with him.




Chapter Two (#ulink_54abc3b2-852e-57f4-8712-e26b3051dcd7)


The inn they came to a little later was a small posting inn, not one of those Luke had frequented in the past, but decent in appearance; its yard was swept clean and the groom who came running to help respectful and eager to serve.

�Mr Clarendon has had a fall from his horse,’ Roxanne said and slid down from the saddle unaided. �He cannot walk without assistance. We need a room for him and one for me—and a doctor must be called at once, for his ankle is hurt and he is in great pain.’

Luke moaned as he slid down from the horse and his injured leg jarred. The action had caused the pain to intensify and he swayed as the faintness swirled in his head. Roxanne and the groom rushed to his aid, managing to save him from a further fall. The groom shouted for help and another two came running.

�Ned, take the gentleman’s horse—Jeremiah, help me and then fetch the doctor. Mr Clarendon is in pain with his ankle.’

The two grooms supported Luke towards the inn, which was a modest building, with whitewashed walls, a thatched roof and small leaded windows. Luke glanced over his shoulder and drew a sigh of relief as he saw Roxanne was following with her bundles. His whole leg was throbbing now and he felt very faint. Indeed, he might have fallen had the grooms supporting him not been strong men.

He was supported into the inn. A large portly man came to greet them, his knowing eyes going over both Luke and then Roxanne.

�Would you be needing a room for you and the—lady, sir?’

�We need two rooms,’ Roxanne said. �Mr Clarendon has hurt his ankle. I think there may be a small break. One of your grooms has gone for the doctor. However, I shall be nursing Mr Clarendon until we leave.’

�And who might you be, miss?’ The landlord’s brows met in a frown.

�I am Mr Clarendon’s new governess,’ Roxanne said in a clear firm tone. �He has employed me to teach his nephew. My horse was lost in the woods; it ran off and we could not waste time looking for her. My name is Miss Roxanne Peters.’

Luke glanced at her, resisting a grin. It appeared that she could spin a tale as easily as he. The landlord looked uncertain whether to believe her, but was galvanised into action by a moan of pain from Luke.

�Take the gentleman up to the best chamber,’ he commanded his minions. �The governess can have the smaller room two doors down.’

�Thank you, landlord,’ Luke said and glanced back at Roxanne. �Follow us up, Miss Peters. I shall want you in attendance when the doctor arrives.’

�I shall be with you in a moment, sir.’

The landlord had gone before them. He gestured at the room that was to be Roxanne’s, leaving her to make her own way while continuing further down the passage.

Roxanne went inside the small room. There was a narrow iron bedstead with a white counterpane, blue curtains at the window and a small chest of drawers. To a girl who had been used to living in a caravan it was perfectly adequate. Roxanne dumped her bundles on the floor, took the key from the inside of the door and locked it as she went out, pocketing it safely. Her possessions were not valuable, but they were all she had and she could not afford to lose them—nor did she wish the landlord to go poking his nose into her things.

Walking quickly to the room where she had seen them take her employer—she had decided that the best way to go on was to act the part of an upper-class servant—Roxanne entered and saw that the landlord was standing by the bed. Both the grooms had gone.

�Thank you,’ she said. �I can manage him now.’

The landlord turned, his eyes narrowed and not exactly friendly. Roxanne felt a prickling at her nape. Mr Clarendon seemed barely conscious. She had a feeling that had she not been here to protect him, he might well have been robbed of his possessions. Perhaps she was wronging the landlord, but she was not sure he was honest.

�Right. I’ll send the doctor up when he gets here.’ He looked at her hard. �I’ll be wanting five shillings a night for this room, two for yours—food and the doctor extra.’

�Yes, of course. You will be paid. Mr Clarendon is a respectable man and we should not dream of running off without paying you.’

�You better hadn’t. Jake Hardcastle never forgets a face—and I reckon I’ve seen yours before, but I can’t recall where. You weren’t a governess then.’ He leered at her. �If I don’t get paid one way, I can take my dues another.’

�Will you please leave us.’ Roxanne’s manner was haughty, more the great lady than a governess. �After the doctor has been we shall want food—perhaps some good chicken broth and fresh bread.’

He inclined his head, but made no other answer. Leaving the room, he paused to look back as Roxanne bent over the bed.

�Mr Clarendon,’ she said, placing a hand to Luke’s forehead. He was feeling warm and a little damp. She thought perhaps he had started a fever. �Do not worry. I am here. I shall not leave you.’

The sound of the door shutting soundly made Roxanne look round. The landlord had gone and when she turned back, her patient’s eyelids fluttered and then opened.

�Has he gone?’ he muttered. �The place looks decent enough, but that fellow is a rascal. I don’t trust him. You won’t leave me, Roxanne?’

�Miss Peters. I am your employee, remember?’

A wry laugh was wrung from his lips. �You will make a damned fine actress, Roxanne. You reminded me of a strict governess I once had—she frightened the life out of us all, except the earl.’

�The earl? Who is he?’

�Oh, just someone we lived with when I was young. He isn’t important.’ Luke moaned and beads of sweat appeared on his brow. �I am sorry to make so much fuss. I wouldn’t have thought a broken bone could be so painful. I do not recall it hurting this much when I broke my arm as a youngster.’

�You had to ride here and be manhandled up the stairs. I have not been trained to set broken bones and the bandage I applied may have made the pain worse. When the doctor comes he will rebind it and give you something to help you sleep.’

�Will you sit with me while I sleep? Or perhaps you should keep the money with you? I do not trust him.’

�Nor I,’ she admitted. �Do you trust me with your gold?’

�What choice have I?’ Luke reached out to touch her hand as she frowned. �No, that was badly put. Yes, I trust you, Roxanne. It is odd, but I feel I have known you for ever. I know you will not desert me, for you have given your word.’

�Then I shall put the money somewhere safe.’

�It is in my coat pocket, in a leather purse. I do not know exactly what is there but it should be enough to see us safely back to London.’

Roxanne examined his coat and found the purse. She opened the strings and counted the gold, holding it out on her hand so that he could see.

�You have ten gold sovereigns, sir. I think it should be adequate for the journey, don’t you?’

�You did not need to show me. I told you, I trust you. Now put them somewhere safe.’

�Yes, I shall.’

Roxanne turned her back on him. Lifting her skirts, she located the secret pocket sewn into her petticoats and added the gold to her secret treasure. It felt heavy, making her very conscious of its presence, but she would become accustomed to the extra weight.

She turned back and saw Luke staring at her.

�It is the safest place I know. My bundles could be searched or snatched.’

Luke nodded, his eyes narrowed and thoughtful. �You are a resourceful woman, Roxanne. I wonder what your secret is—what you are not telling me?’

�Why should you think I have a secret?’

How could he know? No, he could not. He was just testing her.

�I shall not pry,’ Luke said and yawned, closing his eyes. �You keep your secrets, Roxanne—and I shall keep mine.’

Roxanne turned her head. How had he sensed that she was hiding her secret? She had not told him about the day Sofia found her wandering, all memory of her previous life gone. Nor had she told him about the jewel she carried in her secret pocket. Sofia had told her she had been clutching it tightly in her right hand when she was found and refused to let go for days. She also carried a lace kerchief with the initials R. P. embroidered into the corner in red. Sofia had said the name Roxanne suited her. They had never bothered with a second name and she had used Peters when the innkeeper asked, because it was the first to come to her mind. She had once done some sewing for a Lady Peters and been given a gold sovereign for her trouble.

Sofia had hidden the ruby safely and Roxanne had forgotten its existence until her friend reminded her as she lay dying. Sofia had said she should sell the jewel, but Roxanne was not certain she had the right to do so, for she did not know whether it belonged to her or someone else. Had she stolen the jewel and run away from her home—or her employer?

Why had she refused to let it go for days?

She hesitated, considering whether she ought to tell Luke Clarendon the rest of her story, but the moment had passed; she heard the sound of voices outside the door and then it opened and a man entered. He was dressed in a shabby black coat and knee breeches, the battered hat he deposited on the chest having seen better days. However, his linen looked clean and he nodded his head respectfully as he approached the bed.

�The gentleman took a fall from his horse, you say?’

�Yes,’ Roxanne replied. �He has been in considerable pain since.’

�I shall examine him,’ the doctor said and bent over Luke, pulling back the covers. He unwound the stock Roxanne had used and ran his fingers over the swollen ankle, frowning and nodding to himself. �I think this may be a case of dislocation rather than a break. Your employer has been lucky, miss.’ Hearing a moan from the patient, the physician turned his gaze on him. �This may hurt a bit, sir. I am going to…’ He pulled Luke’s leg out straight, making him yell out with pain as something clicked. �Yes, I thought so. It will be painful for a while, but I shall put a tight bandage on and visit again tomorrow. You will need to rest for a time, but in a few days it should start to mend. You had dislocated the bones just above your ankle and the ligaments will be inflamed, but I am sure the bones themselves are not broken.’

�I pray you are right,’ Luke muttered between gritted teeth. �It hurts like hell now.’

�Yes, I dare say it may.’ The doctor dipped into his bag, brought out linen bandages and rebound Luke’s ankle and above to his calf. �That should help the damage to settle and it will heal naturally. I’ll give you something for the pain.’ He delved into his bag again and took out a small brown bottle. �This will help you sleep, but it is dangerous if you take too many doses. You will have to measure it—just four drops into a cup of water every six hours. Miss Peters, is it?’

�Yes, that is my name,’ Roxanne lied and took the bottle. �Is this laudanum?’

�Yes—have you used it before?’

�A friend of mine used it sometimes. I know that it must be handled carefully, sir.’

�Then I can trust you to look after our patient.’ He glanced down at Luke. �You will sleep soon, Mr Clarendon—and there should not be a fever, but if it happens you may send for me again.’

The physician took his leave. Roxanne carefully measured the drops into a glass of water. She helped Luke to sit up and he took the cup, gulping it down and draining the lot. Then he lay back against the pillows with a sigh.

�I was selfish to ask you to sit with me. You should go to bed and rest.’

�I shall sit here by the fire for a while. The doctor says there will be no fever, but I want to be sure you are peaceful. You were warm and sweaty earlier. I thought you might take a fever, but perhaps now you can rest you will soon feel better.’

Roxanne sat down by the fireplace. Someone had lit the fire when they brought Luke Clarendon up and it was just beginning to draw well. Her room had no fire and she might as well sit here in comfort—but she would lock the door first, just in case she dozed off.



Roxanne woke with a start. The fire was still burning so she could not have been asleep long. She got up quickly and went to the bed, bending over Luke. He appeared to be sleeping peacefully and when she placed a hand to his forehead, he was only slightly warm.

If he had not made a sound, what had woken her? She went to the door and stood with her ear against it, listening.

�Is anyone there?’ she asked softly, but received no answer. �What do you want?’

Another sound alerted her and she turned swiftly towards the window, just in time to see a man’s face looking in. Someone must have fetched a ladder to try to gain entrance that way after realising the door was bolted on the inside. Instinctively, Roxanne bent down and retrieved the iron poker from the fireplace. She approached the window, raising her arm high, making it clear that she was ready to repel any intruder. For a moment she stared at the face looking in. The features were coarse and common, unknown to her. Aware that he had been spotted, the man hesitated and then disappeared. Roxanne looked out and saw the top of his head hurriedly descending the ladder, which he then picked up and ran off with towards the stables.

Roxanne’s legs felt slightly shaky as she sat down by the fire once more. She had not known the man attempting to enter by way of the window, but she was certain the landlord would. Her instincts had been right. Their host was a rascal and it would not be safe for her to leave Luke Clarendon alone while he was in a drugged sleep.

For a moment she wondered if the doctor had been in with them, but Luke seemed to be easier now and she thought the physician had known his job well enough. She shivered and bent down to place another log on the fire. If Luke were well enough to hire a carriage of some sort, they would do better to move on as soon as they could.



�Have you been to bed at all?’ Luke asked as he opened his eyes and looked up at her. She had been applying a cool cloth to his brow. �That feels good, but I do not have a fever. My mind is quite clear now. I think I slept for a long time?’

�Yes, you did. I stayed with you all night. There was an attempt to gain access through the window, but it woke me and I faced the intruder down with the poker. He ran away, back to the stable.’

Luke’s mouth thinned. �In league with the innkeeper I imagine? Some of these fellows are rogues. Not content with their pay, they will rob the unwary.’

�He must have thought you were alone. I am afraid I have wasted two shillings of your money. I did not use the room I asked for at all.’

�Well, you should go there now and rest. But first, give me my pistol—it’s in my coat, the inside pocket—and then ask the landlord to bring food and drink, Roxanne. I doubt he will try anything in broad daylight, but if he does I shall show him I’m no fool. I shall enquire what kind of transport is for hire—but if there is none available here we shall go on together on my horse.’

Roxanne fetched the pistol from amongst his things and handed it to him. Had she known it was there, she might have used it to protect them instead of the poker the previous night.

�Are you sure you can manage to move on so soon? The doctor said you should rest and he would come again today.’

�My ankle feels sore at the moment and there is some pain in my calf, but the excruciating pain of yesterday has gone. I would rather leave if I can manage it.’

�If we can hire a chaise of some sort, will you leave your horse here?’

�I doubt I should see it again. I shall pay the man for the hire of his vehicle and change at the next posting house, but take my horse with us.’

�I confess I cannot wait to see the back of this place. Had I not been with you, you would certainly have been robbed as you slept.’

�I should not be the first vulnerable traveller to die in his bed at the hands of rogues calling themselves landlords.’ Luke frowned. �I have much to thank you for, Roxanne. It seems as if you have saved me from my own folly more than once.’

�I have done nothing any decent person would not,’ she said, a faint flush in her cheeks. �Travelling with you will save my small store of money and I shall reach London sooner.’

�I might not have reached it at all without you.’

Luke’s gaze was so warm and so intent that her cheeks flamed and he laughed as he saw her discomfort. �Now I have embarrassed you. Forgive me, Miss Roxanne. I have not forgotten my promise. I shall not try to seduce you—at least until our bargain is at an end.’

�You should not try it at all, sir. You will be disappointed. I have no intention of becoming your mistress—or any other man’s.’

�So you say.’ Luke smiled lazily. �You are far too beautiful to remain untouched for the rest of your life, Roxanne. Someone will persuade you to part with your innocence—I should prefer that it was me.’

�I think you must have a fever, sir. You hardly know me—and you should know better than to mock me.’

�I was not mocking you, Roxanne. Believe me, there are not many women who make me feel the way you do—but I shall not tease you, because I might frighten you away. I may be able to leave this place soon, but that doesn’t mean I am safe until I get to London.’

�Are you thinking of your enemy?’ Roxanne looked concerned. He might be arrogant and too sure of his power to charm, but she did not fear him, as she had Black Bob. �I thought it was one of the landlord’s rogues trying to rob you last night, but your enemy may have followed you here to try to kill you.’

�No, I do not think so.’ Luke frowned and wished he had not spun her such a tale. �He might want to punish me, but he would not kill me.’

�Oh—then I dare say it was not he.’ Roxanne looked thoughtful and he wondered what was in her mind. �If you truly know a theatre manager who might give me a trial, I should be grateful.’

�I shall help you, as you have helped me,’ Luke promised. �Whatever else I may be, Miss Roxanne, I am not ungrateful. One day I may try to make you my mistress, a position you might find to your liking if you gave it a chance, but it shall not be while we journey together.’



Within two hours, they had left the inn. The groom who had first aided them the previous day was driving a chaise, which was in reasonable order, with Luke’s horse tied and trotting behind. Roxanne sat beside Luke on the seat facing forwards so that they could see the groom’s back. He had told them his name was Harold and seemed likeable. Hopefully, he was honest, but they would only need his services until they reached a well-known posting inn a few miles further on the London road. Roxanne was not sure what Luke Clarendon had said to the innkeeper, but though he had looked at her in a surly way when they left, he had not spoken to her disrespectfully. She had previously returned Luke’s gold to him and he had paid for their lodging and the doctor’s fees.

Roxanne was certain their host had added extra to the bill for himself, because his charge of two guineas for the doctor’s visit seemed extortionate to her, but Luke had paid it cheerfully.

�It was worth treble for the relief he has afforded me,’ Luke said. �I am still in pain, but it is bearable now.’

�I am glad to hear it.’ Roxanne was thoughtful. If Luke Clarendon was capable of travelling alone now, she ought to leave him and make her own way. He had offered her help, but she was uncertain of the price she might be asked to pay.

Sofia had so often warned her to be careful of gentlemen, especially those who smiled and promised her help or a fortune. This man was charming and handsome, but she did not quite trust him.

Well, he might attempt seduction, but she did not believe he would force her—the way Black Bob would have had she stayed with the travelling players. Luke Clarendon was a gentleman, after all.

Roxanne knew that his warnings were valid. If she became an actress, she would be offered protection by various men—perhaps the manager of the theatre himself or gentlemen who came to watch her perform. If she gained admirers, she might follow in Sofia’s footsteps and become the mistress of an aristocrat or even royalty. It was not what Sofia had wanted for her or what she planned for herself, but it might be impossible to avoid some such relationship.

Why not a man she had already begun to like?

The thought had wormed its way into her mind against her will. Roxanne did not wish to become any man’s mistress, but if it was inevitable— Her thoughts were interrupted as Luke glanced at her.

�You look pensive, tired. Why do you not lean your head back against the squabs and sleep for a while? I think we may trust Harold. Relax your guard and rest.’

�Yes, perhaps I shall.’

Roxanne leaned her head back against the squabs, closing her eyes. When Luke Clarendon looked and spoke to her in that way her defences crumbled. He was such an attractive man and she was beginning to like him all too well.



When she woke an hour or so later, the chaise was drawing into the yard of what was clearly a prestigious inn. She discovered that she had been leaning against Luke’s shoulder and apologised, her cheeks warm.

�Forgive me, sir. I hope I have not made you uncomfortable. Does your leg pain you very much?’

�It is sore and, yes, a little painful,’ he said. �I shall live, Miss Roxanne—and you did not make me uncomfortable at all.’

The groom had brought the chaise to a halt. One of the inn’s employees had come to open the chaise door and let down the step. Seeing that Luke was carrying an injury, his breeches split and opened to allow for the bandages, the man offered his hand, helping him to descend. Luke did so slowly and carefully, his flinch of pain not going unnoticed by either the ostler or Roxanne.

�I have suffered an accident, as you see, Johnston,’ Luke said with a friendly smile at the man who clearly knew him. �If you would have someone care for my horse and ask someone to give this kind fellow something to eat before he goes on his way again. Please help me inside yourself.’

�Yes, sir, of course,’ Johnston replied and signalled to his minions, who came running and were given curt instructions to see to the horses.

Roxanne frowned as she thanked Harold for bringing them here safely and gave him a shilling of her own money for himself.

�I’m sorry if you weren’t treated right at the last place,’ he said and pulled his cap. �I heard what happened, but I didn’t know until I was told what you did, miss. You were right brave.’

�I do not think you belong at a place like that, Harold.’

�No, miss, nor don’t I,’ he agreed. �I stayed because it were better than being on the road, but when I take this rig back I shall give me notice and look for work elsewhere.’

�I am sure you will find it,’ Roxanne said and inclined her head before following Luke into the inn.

When she entered she saw him in close conversation with a man who looked to be the landlord. He was a very different man from the last one they had met; portly and pleasant-faced, he smiled and nodded at her in a friendly way.

�This gentleman has told me he owes his life to you, miss. I know there’s more than one who should be grateful to you. My wife will take you up to a nice comfortable room and look after you. I dare say you are very tired.’

�I slept a part of the way here,’ Roxanne replied. She looked at Luke, her fine brows raised. �Have you asked our host to fetch a doctor, sir? I think your leg may need further attention—just to make certain it has been properly treated.’

�Don’t you worry, miss. His lor…his honour is in good hands now.’

Roxanne heard the change in the landlord’s tone and his hasty correction. What had he been going to say? It was clear that Luke Clarendon was well known and respected here—but how was he normally addressed?

She frowned as the landlord’s wife came to greet her, curtsying respectfully. �Come this way, miss. We are always glad to have his lordship come to stay—’ She clapped her hand to her forehead. �There, if Sid didn’t tell me I was to call Lord Clarendon his honour. My tongue runs away with me, so it does—but everyone knows who he is so why not say it openly?’

�Why not indeed?’

Roxanne felt her cheeks getting warmer. What a fool she was not to have made sure of her facts for a start. He had told her his name was Luke Clarendon and she had assumed his title was plain Mister. He must have been laughing at her behind his hand.

Luke Clarendon was an aristocrat and therefore not to be trusted. Sofia had told her that they were the worst of all and warned her never to lose her heart to a member of the upper classes. �If you do, he will use you and then abandon you. Take notice, child, for I know of what I speak.’

Roxanne felt her stomach knot with a mixture of anger and disappointment. For a short time she had begun to think that perhaps Luke really liked her—so why had he not told her he had a title from the start?

He had pretended to trust her, but he hadn’t trusted her enough to tell her who he really was. She felt the sting of tears, but blocked them out. There was no sense in crying. She didn’t know Lord Clarendon at all and, after listening to Sofia’s opinion of the aristocracy for years, she was sure she did not wish to. Her friend had warned her that they were all the same: proud, arrogant and ruthless.

�They know how to be charming and they will smile and tell you they adore you, but underneath they are cold and heartless. They will not marry out of their class—and they toss you to one side when they are finished with you. The English aristocracy are the worst. Some foreign royalty are kinder and more generous. Never trust an English gentleman, Roxanne—particularly if he tells you he will always love you. Just take what you can from him and move on before he does.’

Roxanne kept her anger in check as she followed the innkeeper’s wife along a hall and into a room. It was large and comfortable, well furnished and, with a fire burning in the grate, warm.

�This is next to his lordship’s chamber,’ she said. �He always has the same one when he visits on his way to stay with the earl.’

�Who is the earl?’

�Why, his grandfather, of course.’ The woman gave her an odd look. �I thought you would know that, miss, being a cousin of his lordship.’

�Yes, of course. There is more than one earl in the family.’

Her quick answer banished the other woman’s frown. �So there will be,’ she replied and laughed, her large bosom shaking. �Silly me. Now, is there anything more you need, miss?’

�May I have my supper here, please? Just something light—and I would love a cup of tea.’

�Yes, of course you would. You ladies love your pot of tea and bread and butter—but I’ve a nice pie cooking and some chops for his lordship. His lordship is partial to a nice chop or two.’

Roxanne inclined her head. She was so angry that she barely knew how to answer. One part of her mind was telling her to walk out now and make her own way to London. If Harold had not left, he might have taken her a bit further before returning the rig to its owner. Yet if she did that she would not have the chance to tell Lord Clarendon exactly what she thought of him and his lies.

The warmth of the fire was enticing and Roxanne’s feeling of annoyance faded as she moved closer, holding her hands to the flames. There was nothing to stop her moving on alone, because Lord Clarendon was amongst friends and would be properly cared for. Her instincts told her that she might be laying up trouble for herself if she stayed here and yet she was seduced by the thought of a warm bed, the fire and some hot food.

What harm could it do to travel on with him, even if he had not been entirely honest with her?

It was good to be in a house again instead of the cramped conditions in the caravan… Now where had that thought come from?

Try as she might, Roxanne had never been able to remember anything about her previous life. Sofia was convinced she had run away from her home, that she was the child of gentry, but had been in some terrible danger.

�Something happened to you, my love,’ Sofia had told her. �You were frightened and ill. In your fever you spoke of many things, of places you’d seen and people you knew. For weeks you woke crying and screaming, frightened of a dream, but you could never recall it. It is the reason I did not try hard to find your family. If you ran away in such distress there must have been a reason—and I would not give you back to people who might ill treat you.’

Had Roxanne’s family mistreated her? Sofia had burned her clothes, because she said they were not fit for use and could tell them nothing about her past, except that they were of good cloth.

Roxanne shook her head. If her family had wanted her, she would not have been wandering the roads alone and in such a state. It hardly mattered where she had come from. Sofia had been like a mother to her, giving her all the love she instinctively knew had been missing from her previous life. A wave of grief swept over her, bringing tears to her eyes. She dashed them away with her hand, determined not to give into foolishness. Sofia was gone and she must manage alone.

Faced with walking the rest of the way to London alone or travelling in a chaise with a gentleman, who was truly in no condition to ravage her, she thought she must be sensible and choose the latter. If Lord Clarendon tried to seduce her as he recovered his strength, she could leave him and go on alone.

Removing the black-velvet cloak that had been Sofia’s, a relic of the days when she had moved amongst gentlemen of fortune and their mistresses, Roxanne sat on the edge of the bed. Her dress had also belonged to Sofia when she was a young woman; though old-fashioned, it was of good cloth with a low, dipped neckline, in which Roxanne had sewn a frill of soft cream lace for modesty’s sake. Amongst her things was a silver hand mirror that she had inherited from her friend, an ivory comb and a bristle brush. She took them out and then tidied her dark red curls, glancing at herself once before replacing them securely in her bundle.

When she heard the knock at the door, she gave permission to enter, but was surprised when Lord Clarendon walked in.

�I thought it was the innkeeper’s wife, my lord,’ she said and raised her head defiantly. �Why did you not tell me you were the grandson of an earl? I should not have called you Mr Clarendon had I known your title, sir.’

�It hardly matters. Hartingdon is about to disown me anyway.’

�Why?’ Roxanne asked. �Is he not your grandfather?’

�He brought me up after my parents died, but I was a nuisance. He did not truly wish for the trouble of a young boy and I was left to the care of servants. When he was forced to discipline me, he was harsh. As soon as I inherited my father’s estate I left Hartingdon and have visited very seldom since—and yet…’

Roxanne sensed his hesitation. �You are troubled over something?’

�Hartingdon is an old man. He fell down in some kind of faint while I was visiting there recently and—to be honest, it distressed me. Had you asked me a week ago if I cared a damn what happened to him, I should have said no but now…’ Luke shook his head and laughed ruefully. �I am a fool. His health changes nothing. And if he makes that popinjay Harte his heir…it is not my affair.’

�Why would he disown you?’ Her clear eyes disconcerted him and he dropped his gaze.

�He wishes me to marry a suitable young lady, someone with good manners who will not disgrace the family.’

�Why should he imagine you would marry anyone other than a respectable girl?’

�Because he has been told that I have a string of mistresses and it is true that I have found pleasure in the arms of whores. I have found them kinder and more generous than young ladies of my acquaintance.’ He frowned. �I dare say it was my fault that he was ill.’

�You are blaming yourself, are you not?’

�Yes. I thought he was going to die. It shocked me and I realised I did not wish for it.’

�You care for him,’ Roxanne said and nodded, looking at him curiously. �Why do you not do as he asks and marry a suitable girl?’

�Because the only ones I know bore me to tears. I would make him happy if I could, for I believe he may not have long to live—but to marry a woman I could not love is a life sentence. Even for his sake I could not do such a thing.’

�No? I thought men of your class often married for land or money?’

�If one is in difficulty…’ Luke glared at her. �My father was forever having affairs. He broke my mother’s heart. As a consequence they quarrelled and…the chaise he was driving went off the road into a ditch filled with water and they were both killed. I was thrown clear and survived. The last thing I remember of that day was my mother screaming at him, crying because he had broken yet another promise. I would not wish to make any woman that miserable.’

�How terrible for you. I think I understand why you feel as you do.’ Roxanne frowned. �If the earl does not have long, could you not let him believe you mean to marry and then…?’

�Break it off?’ Luke raised his brows. �I should be a fine rogue to dash a young lady’s hopes, should I not? Society would throw me out and I should deserve it.’

�Yes, it was a foolish idea, though if she knew and it was a business arrangement it might be possible,’ Roxanne said and then changed the subject hurriedly because she had been outspoken. �I have asked for my supper to be brought here. Did you want something, sir?’

Luke was staring at her. He looked as if he had been struck by lightning. �What did you say—a business arrangement? What exactly did you mean?’

�It was mere foolishness.’ Roxanne’s cheeks burned. �I meant nothing—did you want something of me, sir?’

�I’m not sure,’ he said and looked thoughtful. �I came to ask if you would dine with me down in the parlour, but perhaps I shall have my meal brought up to my room, too. You have given me food of another kind, Miss Roxanne—something to chew on for a day or two until I am certain of my own mind.’

Now what did he mean by that? Roxanne would have asked, but her supper arrived and Luke walked away with a nod of the head.




Chapter Three (#ulink_5780e79d-4cdc-533a-8d61-268313aa0473)


The sun shone through the small leaded window the next morning, bringing Roxanne from her bed with new energy. She had been up for some minutes when the innkeeper’s wife entered bearing a can of hot water and was grateful for her thoughtfulness.

�Thank you. I was about to use the water left from last night and this is a kind thought.’

�His lordship would expect it, miss. Would you like to eat your breakfast here? His lordship is having his in the private parlour. You could join him, if you wish? He has bacon, devilled eggs, kedgeree and also cold roast ham, besides the toast, of course. You could have the same unless there is something else you would like?’

�If I could have some bread or rolls with honey, that would do very well. I shall come down as soon as I have washed and tidied myself.’

�Of course, miss. Whatever suits you.’

Roxanne thanked her and she went away. Despite some fears about the future and her present situation, Roxanne had slept well and was feeling refreshed. She was ready and downstairs in a very short time. In the private parlour, Lord Clarendon, as she was trying to think of him, was drinking coffee and reading a newssheet. He looked up as she entered and smiled. She realised not for the first time that he was very attractive and her heart did a funny little skip.

�Ah, Roxanne, did you sleep well? I trust there were no untoward incidents to disturb you last night?’

�None at all, sir. I slept perfectly and feel much refreshed this morning.’

�That is excellent news. I, too, am feeling less strained. I have been thinking about our situation and would like you to consider a suggestion that I believe might suit us both. Am I right in believing that you need to find work almost immediately?’

�Yes, that is so,’ Roxanne replied and sat down just as the innkeeper brought in some warm soft rolls in a covered dish, also butter and a pot of dark honey. �Thank you so much.’

She took a fresh baked roll and spread it with honey. Their host poured her a bowl of fragrant coffee, adding a drop of cream, and then left them alone together. Raising her clear eyes to Luke’s, Roxanne questioned, �I am not certain of your meaning?’

�It is a little difficult to explain. Have you been honest with me, Roxanne? From your story I think you honest and of good character—is there something I should know that you have not told me?’

�I do not see why you should need to know anything about me, sir.’ She hesitated, then, �I will tell you that I have no memory of my life before Sofia found me more than five summers ago. I was in great distress, near to starving and out of my mind with a fever. I had a kerchief with the initials R. P.—and that is why Sofia called me Roxanne—and Peters was the name of a lady I once did some sewing for. It fits and might be my name, but I do not know the truth.’

�Good grief! So you have no idea who you are?’ He frowned. �That could complicate things…’

�What do you mean? What can my past life mean to you?

�Perhaps nothing, perhaps much.’ He glared at her. �What else have you kept from me?’

Roxanne thought of the ruby but decided she would not tell him everything just yet. �I do not see what difference it can make to you.’

�It is in my mind to do as you suggested last night—but I should not wish for an unpleasant surprise. I do not want an irate brother or employer turning up on my doorstep causing trouble.’

�I fear you have lost me.’ But she was beginning to feel an odd churning in her stomach and her suspicions were aroused. He could not be suggesting what she thought?

�You want work as an actress and you assured me that you can play royalty or the aristocracy to perfection. What I need is a make-believe wife, Roxanne, a woman who can play the part of my fiancée, and, if necessary, marry me. The marriage would be annulled later—and you would receive a generous settlement. You could then live your own life, abroad should you wish it—or perhaps a nice house in the country, where you could entertain your friends.’

Roxanne was stunned, speechless at first, and then firm in denial. �That is ridiculous, sir. I do not know how you could suggest such a thing. You do not know me—and I do not know you. Even if I agreed, it would be wrong to deceive your grandfather so cruelly.’

Luke frowned. �Last night you said it could be a business arrangement. What is different about my proposal?’

�I meant a young woman of good family who would marry without love for the sake of a home and children—a lady who would be content to remain at home in the country while you lived as you pleased in town. Is that not the way many marriages are arranged?’

�Yes, of course, but I explained how I felt about that, the distress and misery it can cause. A proper business arrangement, where the lady in question is paid a sum of money and understands her position from the start—that should not cause unhappiness at all, should it?’

�No, not if the lady was content with the arrangement.’ Roxanne saw the slightly excited, expectant look on his face. �I am not a lady, sir. I told you, I do not know who I am—and I have lived with travelling players for some years. I have appeared on various stages about the country and might be recognised.’

�That might be a drawback, if you had played in London—but I think you have not?’

�No, I have never played at a large theatre. Sometimes we were employed by a provincial theatre, but often we set up on village greens or in the yard of an inn, as travelling players have for centuries.’

�Black Bob is not your relation—or your lover?’

�Certainly not!’ she cried indignantly.

�Then I see no reason why you should not oblige me.’

�Do you not?’ Roxanne pressed a spotless white napkin to her mouth, then laid it by her plate. �I am grateful for the bed and my food, but I think we should part company now. I will find some way of reaching London alone.’

�You promised you would not abandon me. We still have one more day on the road.’

�You are perfectly safe now. These people are honest and they know you. Besides, I do not think you are in pain now.’

�I am not in as much pain as I was, but if I wanted to get down from the chaise on the road I could not do so without assistance. If my idea upsets you, I withdraw it. Last night I thought you willing. I misjudged the matter. Forgive me, but allow me to take you on to London and find you a place to stay and at least an interview with the manager of a theatre.’

�I see no reason why you should do anything for me. I have done very little to deserve it, sir.’

�Apart from saving my life twice?’ Luke grinned at her. �Say you are not offended, Roxanne. I assure you that my motives are not those of greed or wishing to deceive—except in a kind way.’

�A kind way?’

�I should like my grandfather to die with an easy mind. Is that so very terrible?’

�No, and if the young lady were willing I should not entirely condemn the idea—but I am not a lady. You would be lying to him if you presented me as a lady of good birth.’

�Supposing I merely said you were a young lady of good character—would that be a lie?’

�No.’ Roxanne met his searching gaze. �I am untouched—if that is what you mean. Sofia kept me safe. She believed I was of a good family and she wanted me to become a lady. She did not wish me to follow in her footsteps—but a lady is born, not made. I could live quietly, perhaps in Bath, as you suggested, but without patronage I should not be accepted.’

�Supposing I could find a lady who would sponsor you? Supposing you found yourself able to mix in company—would you then consider becoming my fiancée or, if necessary, wife for a short time?’

Roxanne hesitated. She hardly knew why she was resisting. Sofia had kept her jewel safe, telling her that she need not work on the stage. The chance to be accepted into society, to live as a respectable young lady, was something that might never come again. If she refused and insisted on finding work as an actress, her future was inevitable. In the end she would be trapped or persuaded into taking a protector.

�I might consent to a long engagement,’ she said and then wondered if she had run mad. �I think marriage might be a step too far, but if you were to introduce me as your fiancée and explain that we could not marry until…my father returns from India, it might serve.’

�Is your father in India?’

�I have no idea who my father is or even if he is alive. It was a game Sofia invented. She said I was the daughter of an English lady and an Indian prince. She was once the mistress of a maharajah and liked to tell me tales of India. I think her stories were so vivid that sometimes I saw the prince in my dreams. She said it would take away the bad dreams and she was right.’

�Your friend was a remarkable lady.’

�She taught me so much and I loved her. Sometimes her stories seem real to me, but I remember nothing beyond waking and seeing Sofia smiling at me.’

�It must have been terrifying for you.’

�Yes, at first, but Sofia helped me through the dark times when the nightmares came.’

�You were lucky to have her.’

�I think had she not found me I should have died—but you do not need to tell your grandfather lies. Surely there must be a young woman of good family who would oblige you?’

�I do not wish to make a marriage of convenience.’ A tiny nerve flicked at his temple. �My mother made such a marriage and was desperately unhappy. I would not inflict that pain on anyone. I truly do not wish to harm anyone.’

�Then…’ Roxanne sighed �…perhaps we might have a business arrangement if you wished for it.’

�I begin to see how the story might work,’ Luke said, his gaze narrowed. �I could say that you were the daughter of an employee of the East India Company. You have not heard from your father for some time and, while consenting to an engagement, could not marry until he replies to your letter. If necessary, we could always kill him off at some future date.’

�Do not joke about such things.’ Roxanne twisted her napkin in her fingers. �I feel that we are discussing a wicked trick and I am not sure that I could carry it through. If the earl were to discover the deceit he would be devastated—it might lead to his death.’

�Why should it be discovered?’ Luke’s cool gaze intensified. �You are an attractive young woman, Roxanne—but your clothes do not do you justice. Dressed as a young woman of good family you will look very different. No one is going to recognise you as an actress—none of my friends or family will have seen you on the stage. An engagement may be broken. If something goes wrong, we can end it and my grandfather will understand that these things happen. However, he may not live for many months. After his death, you will be free to go wherever you please. Is it too much to ask—to make an old man happy?’

Roxanne considered, then, �No, that part at least is commendable. Yet I still feel it wrong to deceive him. Could you not bring yourself to make a marriage of convenience to a young lady of your own class, my lord?’

�I fear it is out of the question. If you will not accept, I must forget the idea. Grandfather has given me an ultimatum and if I do not abide by it… He has threatened to disown me and—make life extremely difficult for me and the people I support. Besides, his cousin Harte is a pompous fool and not fit to stand in Grandfather’s shoes.’

�What happens to you if the earl disinherits you?’

�I lose the earl’s title, his estate and fortune—but do not imagine I care for his money. I have sufficient of my own…or I had. He has told me that he can withhold the inheritance I had from my paternal grandfather until I am thirty if he chooses. I do not know if it is an empty threat. I must speak with my lawyers in town. It would be deuced awkward. I have commitments to some people that I would be loath to break.’

�What kind of commitments?’ She saw his quick frown. �That is not my business. Forgive me. It is just that I would be certain what is in your mind concerning this arrangement.’

�My suggestion stemmed from your own, Roxanne. Forgive me, I should not have mentioned it. After all, you hardly know me. I might be a ruthless rogue out to rob the old man of his money.’

�No, I do not believe that,’ Roxanne replied. �You must allow me a little time, sir. I shall complete the journey to London with you—and then we shall discuss this again, perhaps in a few days.’

His gaze fastened on her face. �Yes, of course. We have another day on the road and then I shall take you to a place where you can stay until a decision is made.’



The journey was completed without incident. They were obliged to get down from the chaise once so that Luke could relieve himself. He had not lied when he told her he would need assistance to hobble into the bushes at the side of the road and leaned heavily on her arm. From the grimace on his face, she thought that he was still in some pain. She turned her head modestly and ignored the sounds from behind her, waiting patiently to help him back into the carriage when he was ready.

Luke shot her an amused glance. �You play the part of a long-suffering wife to perfection, Roxanne. If you chose, you could easily fool Grandfather or anyone else into thinking we had been married for an age.’

Roxanne looked at him disapprovingly. �I know you are jesting, but I do not find the suggestion funny. Marriage would not be an option. Even an engagement seems so deceitful when there is no intention on either side—but I do understand why you wish to please him.’

�He gets so distressed over the smallest thing,’ Luke told her. �I fear a fit of temper may carry him off. Once, that would not have concerned me, but now—I find I should not like to be the cause of his death.’

�You really believe that your refusal to marry may cause the earl to die in distress?’

�Yes.’ Luke’s expression was serious. �You are right to accuse me of levity. It has always been my way to make light of things—but it shocked me when he had that turn. I thought he was going to die, and, had he done so, it would have been my fault.’

Roxanne nodded, but made no further comment. Luke sat back with his eyes closed and the remainder of the journey was accomplished in silence. However, he stirred himself as they approached the heath and told her that they had reached Hampstead.

�There has been a highwayman waylaying travellers hereabouts for some months, but last month they caught him and I dare say he will hang. The house I told you of is nearby. It is being prepared for someone—a lady and child. At the moment she is staying with friends in the south of England, but in another week or two she will take up residence. She will not mind if we use it for a few days.’

�You intend to stay there with me?’

�Not to sleep, but I must visit often. You have my word that I shall not take advantage. If you are to play the part of my fiancée, you will need to know certain things and we must dress you accordingly.’ He smiled at her. �Can you trust me, Roxanne? You must know that I would not harm you after all you have done for me?’

�I hardly know you—and I have been taught not to trust gentlemen of your class.’ Roxanne was thoughtful. If the house had been prepared for a lady and child, she was probably his mistress and perhaps the child was his. He would surely not attempt to seduce her in the house he had bought for his mistress? �Yet I believe you to be a man of your word.’

�That is something.’ Luke was unsmiling as the chaise came to a halt. �You may help me down if you will, Miss Roxanne—it is best I address you formally now. Mrs Mills is the caretaker here for the moment and will respect you more if she thinks you a respectable young lady fallen on hard times.’

�What do you mean to tell her?’

�Just what I intend to tell everyone.’ His grey eyes were intent on her. �You do not know who you are. Yet I am certain you came from gentry—and you suggested India, which may be the truth for all we know.’

Roxanne climbed down from the chaise and gave Luke her hand to steady him. He winced as his injured leg touched the ground, but immediately recovered and took the arm she offered. As they approached the front door of the modest red-bricked villa, it opened and a woman of some forty-odd years stood in the doorway, looking at him expectantly.

�Mrs Mills, I am pleased to see you again,’ Luke said with the easy charm that had drawn Roxanne to him. �This is not Mrs Fox, who is to live here, but a lady who has done me the honour of accepting my help.’

�Lord Clarendon, how good to see you,’ she said and dipped a curtsy, her curious eyes on Roxanne.

�This is Miss Roxanne Peters,’ Luke said without batting an eyelid. �I have brought her here for a few days, because she had nowhere else to go. Her best friend has recently died and she is alone. Roxanne’s father is in India and she is having difficulty in managing. She needs somewhere to stay for a little while—until we can settle things with the earl. In confidence, this lady is to be my fiancée.’

�Then you are planning to marry.’ Mrs Mills looked surprised and pleased. �Well, sir, I am sure the earl will be glad to hear your news.’

�We must hope so, Mrs Mills—but you know my grandfather.’

�Indeed, I do, sir, and if you will forgive me, I thought him a harsh guardian after your dear parents died so tragically.’

�I dare say he did his best,’ Luke replied, a little nerve flicking at his temple. �If you will be so good as to look after Miss Roxanne for me, I have business to attend. I shall return later to dine with you, Roxanne.’

Oddly, now that he was leaving, she wished he would stay. She offered her hand and he took it, bending his head to kiss it briefly.

�Until later, dearest,’ he said and her heart jolted. He was playing a part, but for a moment she felt something so sweet and delicious that she wished their game was not merely make believe.

Roxanne nodded, turning to watch as he left before following the housekeeper up the stairs to her room.

�Such a kind man,’ Mrs Mills was saying and she realised that she had not been listening. �Always thinking of others. People try to paint his lordship black, but take no notice, Miss Peters, he has a good heart.’

�Yes, I am sure you are right,’ Roxanne said as she was shown into a bedchamber. �What a lovely room.’

�And this is the guest room. It’s as I was saying, no expense spared for the widow and her child. Mrs Fox is a fortunate young woman if you ask me.’

�Mrs Fox is the lady who is to live here?’

�She and her son, the poor lady. Such a sad tale—but my tongue runs away with me and his lordship would be cross with me for tattling. I shall leave you to rest, Miss Roxanne—please ring for tea in the parlour when you come down.’

Roxanne looked about her at the pretty satinwood furniture, the silken hangings of green and white and the crystal trinkets with silver tops on the dressing table. If this was the guest room, Mrs Fox’s room must be something special. Clearly Luke had deep feelings for the widow.

Was Mrs Fox his mistress? The thought troubled Roxanne. If he had feelings for the lady—and he must, for he would not otherwise have provided her with a house and Mrs Mills to care for her and her son—why had he brought Roxanne here?

If he already had a son, why did he not produce him as his heir and marry the boy’s mother? It would surely solve all his problems.

Luke had told her he did not wish for a marriage of convenience. Was that because his heart belonged to a woman he could not marry?

Perhaps the earl thought Mrs Fox unworthy. What would he think of a young woman who knew nothing of her background and might even be a thief?

No, Roxanne was certain she was not a thief. She did not know why she had the ruby in her possession when she was found, but she would not have stolen it—would she?

Sighing, she gave up the attempt to remember. She remembered nothing but her life with the travelling players and Sofia. The vivid pictures that flitted through her mind at times were merely Sofia’s stories—put there to fill the blankness that had been there when she woke from her illness and cried for days.

�Oh, Sofia,’ she whispered as she sat down on the bed and ran her hand over the silken covers. �What am I to do? I like him so much—but I fear that I am headed for trouble. I should run away now, go to London and forget him…but I feel as if something binds me to him.’

�He will break your heart.’

The words were only in her head. Sofia was no longer there to guide and comfort her. She was alone and must use her wits to keep herself safe. Luke Clarendon was offering an arrangement that would make her independent for the rest of her life. All she had to do was to play a part—and keep a little distance between them.

A tiny voice in her head told her it was already too late, but she was no longer listening.



Roxanne smiled and lifted her face to the sun. She had been staying here for almost a week now. Life was comfortable and pleasant; Roxanne was beginning to feel at home, but she did not dare to let herself feel too settled. She was here under false pretences and that made her feel a little guilty. Once or twice she had considered hiring a cab to take her into the centre of London in search of work at a theatre.

�Roxanne…’ Mrs Mill’s voice calling to her made her glance over her shoulder. She looked at her basket. She had enough flowers for now. �His lordship has arrived.’

�Thank you.’ She saw that Luke had come out into the garden in search of her and her heart quickened as she went to meet him. �I thought you would not be here until this evening.’

�I was able to get away sooner.’ He looked at her approvingly. �That gown suits you well, Roxanne.’

�I am glad you approve. You chose it.’

�So I did,’ he said. �Fetch your bonnet and a shawl if you wish for one. As I rode here I saw a fair on the Heath. It is an age since I visited a fair. Shall we go, Roxanne? I’ll buy you a toffee apple.’

She laughed and shook her head. �I do not think I should care for it, but there will be other treats I dare say. Yes, if you wish, we may as well spend a little time there for it is a lovely afternoon.’

�Then we shall go and if you do not wish for a toffee apple I will win you a fairing at the shooting range.’

Roxanne agreed and ran inside to fetch her bonnet. She did not know why, but the prospect of spending the afternoon at the fair with him was delightful. She had come to know him a little these past days and to like what she learned of him very much.



The fair had spread out over much of the Heath. There were stalls of all kinds and the smells of hot pies and toffee apples were mouth watering. A man on stilts was walking through the crowds, telling people to visit the bearded lady and the dog with two heads, as well as to watch the wrestling match and the bowling for a pig. Luke paid to try his hand at the shooting range, but his shots went astray and he made a sound of annoyance.

�I am sure the barrel is not straight. I will have one more attempt. Walk a little further and I shall catch you up in a moment.’

Roxanne smiled and left him, feeling amused that he was so determined to win her a fairing. She would not go too far, but wander around the stalls, which sold all manner of pretty trifles. She would have liked to buy a small gift for Luke, but her few pennies would not stretch far and she was afraid to spend them in case she needed them.

She stood for a moment watching a man swallowing a sword and juggling with fire. Then, feeling a tingling at the nape of her neck, she glanced to her left where a group of men were standing haggling over horses and a shiver went down her spine. A man with black hair and a swarthy complexion was looking at her. She knew him at once and felt the fear sweep through her. How unfortunate that he should be at the fair! If he came to her and demanded she return with him, he might force her to go.

She had to return to Luke! Yet if she did so, she might bring trouble on him; his leg was better than when he fell, but she knew it still pained him. Perhaps she could lose Black Bob in the crowd. Turning away, she began to walk hastily back the way she had come, but almost immediately collided with a man. He put out his hands to steady her.

�Whoa,’ he said and laughed as she gave a cry of alarm. �Where are you going in such a hurry, Roxanne? Were you running away from me?’

�Not from you.’ Roxanne breathed a sigh of relief as she looked up at Luke’s teasing smile. �I saw someone I did not wish to meet.’

�The man you ran away from after Sofia died?’

�Yes.’ Roxanne drew a deep breath. She glanced back and saw that Black Bob had followed her but now he was hesitating, looking uncertain. �Please give me your arm. He is watching us. I was afraid he might try to grab me; but he did not expect to see you. If you seem to be a friend, he may think he was mistaken.’

Luke offered his arm and she took it, her hand trembling slightly. He glanced down, a frown on his face. �You are afraid of him, aren’t you?’ She nodded. �Damn the fellow. Shall I thrash him for you?’

�No, please do not try. He was stronger than all the other men—and you are injured.’ She glanced down at his tight-fitting breeches and long, highly polished boots. �Is your leg better?’

�Much. My doctor bound it and instructed me to rest, which I have as much as I could bear. I have an ache now, but the sharp pain has gone. It was a dislocation after all and not the break I feared—so it seems our rustic physician knew his trade. My own doctor had nothing but praise for his work.’

�I did not doubt it, but you were in such pain afterwards that I feared he might have done some damage.’

�My physician told me I was lucky. Had the fellow not acted as he did, I might have had an infection in the leg and been far worse. I might even have lost the use of it. However, I fear I made too much fuss of a slight thing.’

�I am sure you did not. Do you think Black Bob is following us?’

Luke glanced back. �I believe he has gone. He will have realised he was mistaken or given up, I dare say.’

�Yes, perhaps.’ Roxanne caught her bottom lip between her teeth. Luke’s timely appearance might have put him off for the moment, but it would not stop him if their paths crossed again. �I do not think I can continue to stay here. If that man discovered where I was living, he might make trouble for you—and for Mrs Fox when she takes up residence.’

�Surely he would not?’ He arched his fine brows as if to dismiss her fears.

�You do not know what he is like. He is a violent, brutal man who never considers the wishes of others.’

�I believe you, but surely it is not necessary to hide from him?’

�If he found me, he would try to force me to go with him.’

�Then what would you like to do?’

Roxanne looked at him hesitantly. �To be honest I do not know. Now that he has seen me here, London may not be the best place for me to find work.’

�Then let me take you to stay with my grandfather. We can announce our engagement—and you can help me do something kind. Had my grandfather not set his mind on this I should simply have ignored his demands. My lawyer tells me that he could in law withhold the income from my trust, though he is not the only trustee and my godmother might take my side. Yet because of his illness I would make his last months happy if I can. To engage in bitter arguments and legal battles could only shorten his life.’

�Are you sure he would accept me?’ Roxanne glanced down at herself. Inside she was trembling. The life he offered was a golden prize. Yet she was wary too, conscious that she might be laying up trouble for herself. �I know the clothes you have given me have made me look the part—but are you sure he will not see through my disguise at once?’

�I do not think it. You are everything Grandfather asked me to provide in the woman that I intend to marry, Roxanne. Charming, good mannered and conscientious—what more could he want in a wife for me? Besides, if he does not approve that will end it. I shall bow to his judgement, take you to Bath and make sure you have all you need to live in comfort for the rest of your life.’

Roxanne gazed at him in silence for a moment. Sofia’s voice was in her head, warning her to be careful. Was he merely trying to deceive her into an illicit entanglement? No, no, she believed he had a true concern for his grandfather.

�You are quite sure you wish to do this?’

�I have given the idea more thought since I left you with Mrs Mills. She has served my family all her life and her opinion of you has confirmed mine. You may have lived in the company of travelling players for a few years, but before that you were strictly reared. I had wondered if I should need to teach you how to behave in society, but you know instinctively. Do this for me, Roxanne. Please, help me to make Grandfather’s last days more content. Afterwards, you will be free to live your own life.’

�Supposing he lives much longer than you expect?’

Luke gave her a thoughtful look. �You may have to marry me. I know it isn’t what you want—but it would be temporary, and in time you could live your own life. We could have the marriage annulled and you would still be young enough to marry again.’

It would be like an acting contract with a theatre manager. She would play a part for some months, perhaps longer, and then move on. Easy enough, perhaps, yet supposing her emotions became involved?

�An engagement is easily broken but…’ Roxanne hesitated, then, �Marriage is a last resort and only if it becomes impossible to prolong the engagement. It cannot be what you wish for?’

�I have no wish to marry, but it would be a business arrangement, nothing more. I enjoy my life the way it is—but for Grandfather’s sake I am prepared to play a game of make believe.’

�It is really just a part I must play, but on a smaller stage and in private rather than public,’ Roxanne said thoughtfully.

�Yes, mostly in private—though I dare say Grandfather will give an occasional dinner for us.’

�I can manage that,’ Roxanne replied confidently. �Besides, your grandfather may think me unsuitable and then I can simply go away and disappear.’

�Yes, exactly.’ Luke stopped walking and looked into her eyes. �Will you do me the honour of wearing my ring for a time, Miss Roxanne?’

For a moment it felt as if he were truly proposing and her heart jerked, but then she saw the mischief in his eyes and smiled.

�Yes, I shall do as you ask, sir. Just until you decide that you are ready to abandon the masquerade.’

�Do not think of it as a masquerade. It is a gentleman’s agreement between friends—a small deception for the best of reasons, do you not agree?’

�I cannot disagree when you wish only to give an old man peace of mind—and to honour your commitments,’ Roxanne said. For a moment she wondered where Mrs Fox came into his plans, but dismissed her doubts. �You will be my employer and may dismiss me when it pleases you.’

�Please.’ Luke made a rueful face. �You must not think of me in that way or it will show. I am Luke—the man you intend to marry.’

�Yes, of course you are, dearest.’ Her manner was light and teasing, exactly right for a woman who had just become engaged to the man she loves. Roxanne placed her hand playfully on his arm. �Do not be anxious, Luke. I shall not forget my part and let you down. The earl will have nothing to complain of in my manner or deportment.’

�We must order you some more clothes and then we shall leave.’ Luke smiled, his eyes thoughtful. �I am certain Grandfather will like you, but you must look the part. Tomorrow I shall take you shopping. I intend to write to my grandfather and tell him that I shall be bringing a young lady to meet him in one week from now.’




Chapter Four (#ulink_fb90a76f-dab3-50a9-b527-321170f26e34)


�Your belongings are strapped to the back of the carriage. Is there anything more you require before we leave, Roxanne?’

She thought of the two trunks packed with pretty gowns for all occasions, silk undergarments, stockings, shoes, slippers and gloves, besides several pretty bonnets. She had taken her pick of the wardrobe when acting in plays on their travels, but never had she seen so many beautiful clothes as Luke had so recklessly purchased for her. Too many by half and expensive, far more stylish than anything she’d ever worn before.

�You have been most generous and I have all I need, thank you.’

�Then we should go.’ Luke offered his arm and they strolled towards the carriage. �I intend to ride most of the way, Roxanne. We shall stop one night on the road—and your new maid will meet us at the inn, where we stopped before.’

�My maid?’

�Yes, of course. A respectable young lady cannot travel without a maid. I sent word ahead and I am sure a maid will have been provided by the time we arrive. Grandfather would be shocked if we visited without one.’

�What would he think if he should learn how we met?’

�It will not happen. I met you at the house of a friend and we liked each other very well. You have consented to an engagement, but we are waiting for your father’s permission to wed.’

Roxanne stifled her feelings of unease. �I pray you will not invent too many lies, sir, for I may forget them.’

�We shall keep your story as simple as possible,’ he promised. �You must expect some questions, Roxanne. Grandfather is bound to wonder why I have given into his request so tamely.’

�You must endeavour to look as if you are in love, Luke,’ she said and gave him a smile of positive wickedness. �Liking will not serve or he will sense a mystery. If you have resisted his plea thus far, he must be convinced of your sincerity or you may do more harm than good.’

�You are very right,’ Luke agreed and looked thoughtful. �Let us hope that I can play my part as well as I expect of you.’

�Watch me often and look pleased or brooding,’ she suggested and her mouth pouted at him. �It should not be beyond you, Luke. I dare say you have wooed enough ladies to know how to court the love of your life.’

�You have a wicked tongue,’ Luke remarked and grinned. �Do not be afraid of Grandfather, Roxanne. I think his bark worse than his bite—besides, he should be happy to meet you. You are exactly what he has looked for.’

�Let us hope that is the case. If not, you can apologise to him and take me away.’

�He wants me married and an heir,’ Luke said. �Play your part well and he will soon be eating from your hand, my love.’

�Yes, that is better,’ Roxanne approved. �You had the tone just right then. I was almost convinced myself.’ She took off her smart leather glove, looking at the huge square emerald-and-diamond ring on her left hand. It was proof that she was truly caught up in this masquerade, pretending to be Luke’s betrothed. �This is magnificent enough to convince anyone.’

�I could not do less. Had I given you something paltry Grandfather would not have been fooled for an instant.’

�Any jewels you lend me will of course be returned when we part,’ Roxanne replied. �All I shall ask is a small income so that I can live quietly but respectably.’

�Yes, well, as to that we shall see. That ring belongs to you, Roxanne, whatever may happen when we get to Hartingdon.’ Luke helped her into the carriage and stepped back. �I shall be close by. Should you need to stop, you may tap the roof and the driver will oblige you.’

Roxanne sat back against the squabs and looked out of the window. She had butterflies in her stomach, for the role she was about to play was important, far more demanding than anything she had accomplished before. If she failed, she would be letting Luke down and perhaps hurting a vulnerable old man.

She would not fail. Roxanne did not think she had come from Luke’s class, but she was certain that she had been reared as a gentlewoman. Why had she run away from her home—and what had frightened her so much that she’d lost her memory?

It could not matter. Her engagement was merely make believe and intended to be a temporary arrangement.



Would the earl be fooled by their little charade? Luke wondered as he rode just behind the carriage. It was perfectly possible that he would throw them both out and disown his grandson, as he had threatened. That would be a deuced nuisance and the ensuing row would be messy and unpleasant. He could not let Beth Fox and her son Harry down. He had promised to support her for the rest of her life in comfort and would keep his promise, which meant he must fight for his income if forced. He would also need to keep his promise to Roxanne if things went wrong.

Luke wanted to avoid a quarrel if at all possible. He had no desire to be the cause of the earl’s death—nor did he particularly wish to inherit a large and cumbersome estate that would require a much larger commitment than his own did at present. It would suit him if the earl lived for some years longer, yet he needed his own income intact.

It was such a coil and so unnecessary. Why must the earl be such a pompous fool, making unreasonable demands on his grandson? Anger mixed with regret as he considered his childhood. Alone and grieving for his parents, he had looked for a sign of love or softness in the earl and found none. Because he was hurt, he had drawn into himself and rejected his grandfather. The estrangement between them had begun years ago and they had drifted apart. For a long time Luke had believed there was nothing between them, but now he was not so sure.

Had he been as indifferent to his grandfather as he had pretended to be since reaching his maturity, he would simply have walked away and left him to make Harte his heir. However, that particular rogue would rejoice at the earl’s early demise and make short work of his fortune. He might behave as if butter would not melt in his mouth when in the earl’s presence, but Luke knew him for what he was—and that was something that left an unpleasant taste in the mouth. Naturally, he would never mention Harte’s true nature to his grandfather.

On the other hand, Hartingdon might embrace Roxanne with open arms and demand a marriage sooner rather than later. At the moment she was resisting the idea stoutly, but once she had become accustomed to her surroundings she might change her mind. Luke had dismissed the idea of a convenient marriage for years, but since coming up with the idea of this make-believe engagement, he had found that he did not dislike it as much as before—providing the young woman in question was Roxanne.

The calm and enterprising manner in which she had embarked on this whole adventure had made Luke admire her more than any other young woman of his acquaintance. Her circumstances would have broken a lesser spirit, but she seemed resilient and eager for life. She was courageous, honest, and, of late, he had found her both charming and amusing as a companion. It might be perfectly possible to have the kind of businesslike marriage they had spoken of with Roxanne—if she could be brought to agree.

Love was something he still felt belonged to the realms of myths and fairy tales. However, he did like the young woman riding in the carriage ahead of him, and if she were to agree, he would not entirely dislike the idea of marriage and children.

Yet there might come a time when he found someone he truly wished to wed. Luke shook his head. His father had strayed from the marriage bed, not just into the arms of a mistress, but with a woman he professed to want too much to give up. That day in the carriage when his parents had argued so disastrously, Luke’s father had been talking of a separation or a divorce. When Luke’s mother became hysterical he had begged her pardon, but she would not listen—and then it was too late for all of them.

Thrown clear of the wreckage that had taken their lives and changed his own so dramatically, he had vowed that he would never hurt anyone as his father had hurt his mother. A sham marriage built on lies was bound to end in bitterness and tears—but a business arrangement was another matter and perhaps a sensible young woman like Roxanne would be able to see its advantages.

As yet they hardly knew one another. Some time spent visiting the earl would rectify that and, if they continued to get along, Luke could suggest that they turn this make-believe engagement into a real marriage.

Naturally, she would still be free to lead her own life much of the time, as would he. Their children would be in the nursery, cared for by a nurse and— No! Suddenly, Luke recalled his own childhood after he was left to the mercy of his grandfather. He would wish to spend time with his own children and to help teach them what life was about. They should not be left to the sole care of servants.

Luke frowned, for the thought brought complications. It might not be as easy to partition his life into different compartments as he had imagined.

Perhaps for the time being it would be best to stay with his original idea and separate once his grandfather was dead. He was amazed at how disappointed that thought made him feel.



Roxanne’s heart thudded as she glanced out of the window and saw the huge sprawl of Hartingdon. She had known it must be a large house, but this was so big, way beyond her expectation, some parts much older than others and an ancient tower at one corner. How did one ever find one’s way about in such a place? She had thought she would find it easy to play the part of a respectable young lady, but suddenly the task seemed far more daunting than she had imagined. She would be unmasked immediately and the earl would have her thrown out on her ear.

Risking a glance at the girl sitting opposite her, she saw that Tilly was looking terrified. The girl had no previous experience of working in a house such as this, though she had sometimes helped ladies who stayed at her aunt and uncle’s inn without their own maids.

�Do not be too anxious, Tilly.’

�It is a big house, miss.’

�Yes, it is. I dare say you will soon get used to it.’

Roxanne smiled reassuringly, though her stomach was tying itself in knots as the carriage slowed to a halt and then stopped. A groom opened the carriage door and immediately stood back, allowing a man in a black-and-gold uniform to assist her. She took the footman’s hand and was helped down just as Luke gave the reins of his horse to a groom and came to her.

�Have courage,’ he whispered. �It looks daunting, I know, but it is just a house.’

Roxanne lifted her head proudly, but she could not quite control the trembling of her hand as she placed it on his arm. Briefly, Luke covered it with his own and smiled at her. They walked towards the door, where a small group of servants wearing the earl’s colours of black and gold had assembled.

�This is Marshall, my grandfather’s valet, and Mrs Arlet, the housekeeper.’

A tall thin woman dressed completely in black dipped a curtsy. �Welcome, Miss Peters. Please allow me to present the staff.’

Roxanne was led down a line of maids and footmen, ending with the scullery maid and the boot boy. She kept her head high and a smile on her lips, giving just the faintest nod to them all. It was the way a properly brought up young woman would act, she was sure, and brought her a look of respect from the housekeeper. However, she noticed that Luke chatted to one or two of the footmen and smiled at the pretty parlour maid. Such behaviour was acceptable from him, for he had known the staff all his life. She was a newcomer and should keep her distance, at least for the moment.

�Perhaps you would take my fiancée up to her chamber, Mrs Arlet?’

�Yes, my lord, of course. This way, Miss Peters.’

Roxanne glanced at Luke, but he was talking to the earl’s valet. She steadied her nerves and followed the housekeeper up the wide magnificent staircase, her gaze moving to the high-vaulted ceiling of the entrance hall. The banisters were heavily carved mahogany, which had darkened with age and polish, the stone steps covered over with a rich blue Persian-style carpet. The entrance hall floor was tiled in black-and-white marble, but the hall upstairs was covered in the same carpet and looked a recent addition to the elsewhere-faded grandeur of the house.

�The earl ordered that you be given the best suite of guestrooms, miss,’ Mrs Arlet said as she led the way along the hall and into the east wing. �They have recently been refurbished. This is a large house and in constant need of repair or refurbishment. Some of the family rooms have not been used in an age, so nothing has been done to them. No doubt that will change when his lordship marries.’

�Yes, I would imagine so,’ Roxanne said, her heart racing. Naturally everyone would expect a marriage to be forthcoming. A tiny pang of guilt pierced her, because the housekeeper looked pleased at the idea of change. �I think—perhaps you would give me a little tour of the house one day, Mrs Arlet? Not just the main reception rooms—but the kitchen and anywhere else I ought to see.’

�Yes, miss. I should be pleased to, though Lord Clarendon will show you his own rooms, I dare say. The west wing is not often used, because the tower is in need of repair. Lord Clarendon’s parents once occupied that wing but after the accident the earl closed the whole wing off, and no one bothers to go there.’

�The accident…’

�When the late Lord and Lady Clarendon were killed, miss.’

�Ah, yes,’ Roxanne nodded. �I was not sure of your meaning.’

�No, miss. I suppose there have been a few accidents in the family, what with the earl’s only son dying of a fever when he was in his teen years—and then the earl’s wife taking a chill after being caught in a rainstorm. I think it broke the master’s heart when his daughter was killed so cruelly. He never quite got over it, for she was his favourite.’ Mrs Arlet shook her head. �They have not been a lucky family, but I am certain that is all about to change now, miss.’

�Yes, we must hope so,’ Roxanne replied. It was amazing how much she had learned from the housekeeper in just a few minutes. Luke had told her his parents’ story, but not the rest of it. She understood now why he was prepared to go through with this sham engagement in order to please his grandfather in his last months. She must not let him down, however hard it might be to carry off the part of a loving fiancée. �That is up to me in part, is it not?’

�There’s been a different atmosphere here since the letter came,’ Mrs Arlet said. She unlocked a door and stood back for Roxanne to enter. �The earl gave orders for most of the rooms to be opened up immediately. We’ll be giving a ball to celebrate his lordship’s engagement, miss. Everyone will want to meet you.’

�Oh…yes, of course,’ Roxanne said and took a deep breath as she looked about her. �This is beautiful, thank you. When will the ball be held? I am not sure I brought a gown suitable for a grand ball.’

�No doubt that can be rectified, miss. There are bales of silk in the sewing room waiting for just such a purpose. We’ll fetch the seamstress from town and she will be pleased to serve you. You’ll be the countess one day, after all.’

�Yes.’ Roxanne looked round. �I think perhaps I should tidy myself.’

�Yes, miss. The earl will be waiting for you in the main parlour downstairs. If you could be ready, I shall serve tea in twenty minutes.’

�I can be ready, but I’m not certain I know where to go.’

�Lord bless you, miss. Just go down the stairs to the main hall and someone will direct you. The footmen are here for that very purpose and we are all eager to make your stay at Hartingdon as pleasant as possible.’

Roxanne thanked her and she went away. She was left standing in a small but pretty sitting room and beyond that was a bedroom. The main colours were green, gold, cream and yellow, which gave the rooms a light bright appearance. Roxanne ran her fingers reverently over the surface of a delicate and very pretty desk suitable for a lady. An elbow chair was set ready for use; the sofa was covered in green-striped silk and there was a rolled cushion at each end. Small occasional tables were dotted about the room and a bookcase with leather-bound volumes and porcelain figures behind the glass doors occupied the length of one wall.

Going into the bedroom, which was equally well furnished with a dressing table, matching chests and a padded stool at the end of the bed, Roxanne took off her pelisse and let it fall on one of the pretty chairs. She sat down in front of the dressing table and studied her reflection in the shield-shaped mirror. The frame was fashioned of smooth mahogany and inlaid with satinwood, set on a stand so that it could be moved to give a better view. The table was set out with silver items, including brushes and combs and perfume pots. How much luxury there was in a house like this!

She had removed her bonnet earlier and now took the brush to smooth over her hair, pulling at the tendrils that framed her face. She was wearing a silver brooch in her lace, but otherwise had no jewellery other than her ring. Touching the brooch, she smiled because it reminded her of Sofia and she could almost hear her friend applauding.

�Now we shall see if I really am fit to be a lady,’ she said softly. �Wish me luck, dearest Sofia.’

�You were born to the part, dearest.’

For a moment it was as if her friend were with her and she felt her courage return. Her part here was not to deceive for advantage, but to bring comfort and joy to an old man’s last days.

Roxanne’s things had not yet been brought up so she did not have the opportunity to change her gown; deciding that she looked the best she could after her journey, she left the bedroom and retraced her steps to the landing.

At the bottom of the stairs two footmen were discussing something and she caught the words �beauty and better than expected’, before they became aware of her standing there.

�You were quick, miss,’ one of them said, a faint colour in his cheeks. �Mrs Arlet said to take you to the back parlour when you came down. It is the master’s favourite room these days. He mostly uses it when he is alone, though we’ll be using the drawing room for tea in future.’

�Shall you?’ Roxanne said, controlling the urge to smile. Clearly the servants here considered themselves part of the family and that was somehow fitting. �There is no need to stand on ceremony for my sake. Please take me to the earl—I believe Mrs Arlet said your name was Jarvis?’

�Yes, Miss Peters,’ he replied, seeming surprised that she should remember. �If you would like to come this way.’

�Thank you,’ she said and inclined her head in her most regal manner.

Roxanne’s heart was hammering against her ribs as she followed the footman through to the back of the house. He paused before a pair of impressive double doors and then threw them open with a little flourish.

�Miss Peters, my lord.’

Jarvis stood to one side so that Roxanne could enter; when she did so, he closed the doors behind her with a snap. Immediately, she saw the elderly man rise to his feet. He was tall, though a little stooped about his shoulders, thinner than she thought healthy, his hair dark pewter and his white brows bushy and slightly raised, intimidating. His eyes, though, were of a similar colour to Luke’s and for some reason that made her smile. She was, she imagined, looking at Lord Clarendon as he would be one day in the distant future. The two gentlemen were very alike despite the years between them.

�Miss Peters? You are down sooner than that graceless scamp my grandson.’

�Since I could not change my gown to greet you, I thought it better to come sooner rather than later,’ she replied and moved towards him, her hand outstretched. �Luke has told me a little about you, sir—and you are very like him.’

�You are the first to say so in an age, though his mother often told me that he would be my image one day. Unfortunately, she did not live to see it. I have thought that a good thing, for she would have been disappointed in the young rogue—but now I am not so sure.’

�I know that Luke has not always behaved in a way that pleased you,’ Roxanne said. �But you must not disparage him to me, you know.’

�You are prepared to defend him if I do?’

�I should be a poor fiancée if I did not—do you not think so, sir?’

The earl glared at her for a few seconds, then gave a harsh laugh. �I think he has done better than I imagined. I was prepared for you to be one of his doxies—but you ain’t, are you?’

�Certainly not. I have been no man’s plaything and have no intention of it.’ Her eyes flashed a challenge at him. �Do you really think so poorly of him, sir? It would be unkind to bring a lady of that nature into your home. From what I know of Luke, he would not be so discourteous to you.’

�You’re an outspoken miss. I can see why he picked you, Miss Peters.’

�I fear I was taught to speak my mind and to be independent as much as possible. I should be happier if you were to call me Miss Roxanne—or simply by my given name.’

�You have an older sister?’

�No—but everyone always calls me Miss Roxanne. I prefer it.’

�Do you, now? I wonder why?’ He stared at her a moment longer, then took her hand and bent over it, lifting it to his papery-dry lips to salute her with a kiss. �Come and sit down and tell me something about yourself.’

�I am quite unremarkable, sir,’ Roxanne replied. She sat in the chair at the opposite end of the imposing fireplace so that he too might sit. �I have little family and, until she died, lived with the lady who cared for me after…I lost my home.’

�Clarendon’s letter said that your father is in India and you do not wish to marry until he gives his permission?’

�Do you not think that the proper thing to do, sir?’

His bushy brows met in a frown. �Humph. Clever with words, ain’t you? No fortune, I suppose—are you after his money, girl?’

�I did not agree to this engagement for money.’

�It was a bit sudden. He told me nothing of you the last time he was down here, then announces he’s engaged. Why would he do that—and why should you agree?’

�I should be a liar if I said that Luke’s proposal was not appealing. I was in some difficulty and I am almost alone in the world, for I have not heard from my father in years. However, I have respect and liking for Luke and I believe he feels the same. I consented to the engagement—with the understanding that it would not continue if you should dislike it.’

Hartingdon’s gaze narrowed. �Willing to give him up for a consideration?’

�I said no such thing,’ Roxanne replied, refusing to be ruffled by his pricking at her. �I should not wish to cause trouble between you, for I know that he holds you in affection. You do not need to pay me to make me go away, sir. I shall leave at once if my presence here offends you.’

�Do not talk rubbish, girl. You look and behave like a lady. Might not be out of the top drawer, but I ain’t fool enough to send you packing—at least until I discover the truth of the matter. If he really means to settle down and provide me with an heir, you will do well enough, I dare say.’

Roxanne was not called upon to reply for the doors opened and a footman announced Lord Clarendon. Luke advanced into the room, looking strangely apprehensive.

�Roxanne, I intended to be with you when you met Grandfather,’ he said, his gaze going from one to the other. �Everything all right, sir? How are you today? Better, I trust?’

�Well enough. Don’t fuss, boy. I cannot abide people fussing over me. That fool of a doctor is bad enough without you.’

�I see your mood has not much improved, sir.’ Luke’s mouth firmed. �I hope he has not bitten your head off, Roxanne? I assure you he is not always this ill tempered.’

Roxanne looked from one to the other and then laughed. �Oh dear, you both look so cross—like two bulldogs who have been quarrelling over a bone, which has been suddenly snatched from under your noses by a mongrel pup.’

For a moment there was silence and then Luke grinned. �You are perfectly right, dearest. It is ridiculous to argue over trivial things. Forgive me, Grandfather. I did not come down here to quarrel with you.’

�Why did you come?’ The earl looked at him suspiciously. �Am I supposed to believe that you truly intend to settle down and do your duty?’

�What is my duty, sir? I hope that you will continue to live for some years yet in the full enjoyment of your estate. If you need help or advice with business matters I should be pleased to give it—though whether you would wish to receive it is another matter.’

�I have agents and fellows enough to run the place,’ the earl grunted, �though you might take the trouble to ride the estate with Tonkins while you are here. Some of the cottages may need renovation. It was in my mind to do it some years back, but I let things slip, though I’ve no cause for complaint in Tonkins’s management as far as I know.’

�I shall be pleased to do so, both with him and on my own, while we stay with you,’ Luke told him. �May I take it that Roxanne and I have your blessing?’

�You puzzle me, Clarendon. You have flouted my wishes since you reached your majority and became independent. Now, it seems you wish to please me—why? Afraid of losing your inheritance?’

�I find that it does not suit me to be at odds with you, sir. Is that so very strange?’

�I suppose it threw you into a blue fit because of that little incident.’ The old man glared at him. �Well, I mustn’t nag on at you or your fiancée will scold me. I am pleasantly surprised, Luke. When your letter came I scented a rat, thought you would try to play one of your tricks on me, but Miss Roxanne seems a decent gel. For the moment I shall reserve judgement.’

�I hope I shall not let you down,’ Roxanne said. �The marriage cannot happen until I have my father’s permission, so there is plenty of time.’

�Indeed, I might argue with that,’ the earl said. �What makes you think your father will write if he has not done so for years?’

�I can only hope that he will do so, sir.’

�And if he does not?’ Hartingdon’s eyes gleamed suddenly. �I shall give you three months to seek his permission. If after that there is no word, I shall insist on the banns being called.’

Roxanne looked at him and saw the challenge in his eyes. She sensed that he was testing her and smiled, but before she could answer Luke spoke.

�I am certain we could agree to that,’ he said. �After all, your father could not blame you for going ahead if he makes no attempt to contact you, Roxanne.’

�It is so long since I heard anything, he may be dead,’ Roxanne said carefully. �If in three months’ time nothing has changed—and we are all content with the situation—I shall agree to the banns being called.’

�Then you have my blessing,’ the earl said and looked smug, as if he had gained what he sought. �However, there is one caveat—and that is that Miss Roxanne remains here with me so that I may get to know her. If you have business elsewhere, Luke, you may leave us for as long as it takes. Your fiancée will reside here.’

�I’m not sure…’ Luke looked stunned. Clearly he had not expected anything of the kind. �Roxanne—how do you feel about living here with Grandfather?’

Roxanne hesitated. She had expected a visit of two to three weeks at the longest. To live in this house for three months under the eye of the earl would be a huge challenge.

�I…’ she began and then encountered a strange expression in the old man’s eyes. The challenge was there, as she had expected, but there was something more—a vulnerability and frailty that seemed to be pleading with her rather than demanding. �I think that would be an excellent idea. I have a great deal to learn if I am to be the mistress here, Luke. I hope you will stay with us as much as you can, dearest, but I shall be perfectly content to help Mrs Arlet. I believe she is quite keen to open up some of the family rooms that have been under covers for years.’

�Told you that, did she?’ For the first time there was a glimmer of true respect in the earl’s eyes. �Jane Arlet knows quality when she sees it. If she approves of you, miss, I expect you will do. Don’t worry that I mean to keep you a prisoner. We shall have guests to entertain and you can visit our neighbours, though I do not go out at night these days. Barely go further than the garden even in summer, but I’m not too decrepit to entertain the family and our neighbours. We shall have a ball in a couple of weeks. Mrs Arlet will give you a list and you can write the invitations, girl. You can write, I suppose?’

Roxanne laughed softly. �Sofia said I had the most beautiful copperplate hand she had seen, sir.’

His brows met in a frown. �And who, pray, is Sofia?’

�She was my dearest friend, almost a mother to me. Unfortunately, she died recently. I miss her very much.’

�Humph…’ His gaze narrowed thoughtfully. �Name seems familiar, though I can’t think why. Well, why are you both still here? It is a beautiful morning. Get off out and leave me in peace. You should show Roxanne the gardens, Luke.’

�Yes, sir, delighted.’ Luke held out his hand as Roxanne rose to her feet. She took it, smiling up at him when his fingers closed about hers. �Would you like that, my love?’

�Yes, I should,’ she agreed and bobbed respectfully to the earl. �Thank you for receiving me, sir.’

�Come and see me again tomorrow in the morning and we’ll talk. I may dine with you this evening, but we have no guests until the following day. I wasn’t sure whether you would really come.’

�Or whether I should be presentable,’ Roxanne said and gave him a look that was deceptively demure. He glared at her, but she thought there was a glimmer of appreciation in his eyes. �Please dine with us if you feel able, sir.’

She took Luke’s arm and they left the earl’s room, going downstairs, through the hall and out of a side door into a small walled garden. It was square with rose beds on all sides and a sundial in the middle. Most of the roses were still in tight buds, though some had begun to show signs of opening.

�Was it too much of an ordeal?’ Luke asked and looked down at her, a flicker of doubt in his face. �He seemed to like you, though you might not have thought it—but believe me, he can be much worse.’

�Yes, I dare say he could. You told me not to be afraid of him and I thought it best to speak out from the start. I believe he prefers plain speaking.’

�He cannot abide mealy-mouthed women. I have a godmother, who was also a great friend of my mother’s. Hartingdon was abominably rude to Lady Paula the last time she was here. She left in tears, vowing she would never visit again.’

�I dare say he can be intimidating if he chooses,’ Roxanne said. �Yet I think underneath the growling and the harshness, he is lonely and vulnerable.’

�Good grief.’ Luke stared at her in astonishment. �You saw that too? I thought I might have imagined it—he does his best to drive everyone away, you know. All the time I was growing up, he never showed me any sign of affection. He shut himself away from everyone after my mother died and often went for days without speaking to me. He was a harsh disciplinarian, though, when I look back, I believe he was fair. I dare say I was a rebellious lad and even more so as a youth.’

Roxanne laughed and hugged his arm. �I can understand why you rebelled when you reached your majority. Sofia always said that if you tied a dog to a short lead it made him wild when let free—and I think it is much the same with us. The best discipline is that which we apply to ourselves, do you not agree?’

�You are amazing,’ Luke said. �You seem to have wisdom beyond your years, Roxanne. How old are you actually, do you know?’

She shook her head. �I think I may be nineteen or perhaps twenty. Sofia was never certain, but I was with her for more than five years and must have been thirteen or fourteen when she took me in. If I seem wise, it is because I spent all my time listening to her. She was an intelligent woman with great experience of the world and its foibles.’

Luke nodded, his eyes intent on her face. �You still recall nothing of your past?’

�Nothing.’

�Then what are you hiding from me? I have sensed something, but did not wish to pry lest it was painful for you.’

Roxanne hesitated, then made her decision. She must trust him with her secret. �I have in my possession a ruby of great value. Sofia says I was clutching it in my hand when she found me. I held on to it fiercely and would not be parted from it for some days. When I finally did release it, she hid it and kept it for me. I had forgotten about the jewel until she reminded me just before she died. She says that when I was found, I was dressed in good plain clothes, but not silk, and I had no other ornament.’

�Are you thinking that you may have stolen it?’

�I do not know. Sofia told me that I should sell it and set myself up as a lady, but I should be reluctant to do so. It is the only clue I have to what happened before Sofia found me. Besides, it may not be mine to sell.’

�You think you took the ruby and ran away? Are you certain it is a real jewel and not simply glass?’

�Sofia thought it valuable. I will show it to you later. I do not know if there is any way to trace the rightful owner…’

�How do you know that you are not the rightful owner?’

Roxanne looked at him, wrinkling her brow in thought. �Sofia told me that I kept saying it was mine, but after I relinquished it to her, I seemed to forget about it and did not ask for it again.’

�It must have held great importance to you at the time.’ Luke looked thoughtful. �You told me that India came to mind when you thought of your father. It is quite possible that a man who either served with the British army or for the trading company might acquire such a jewel. Perhaps it belonged to your father.’

�Why would I steal a jewel from my own father?’

�He might have given it to you.’

�The memory of India was just Sofia’s game.’ Roxanne sighed. �I have tried so hard to remember, but I cannot.’

�Did you keep the jewel hidden in the secret pocket beneath your gown when you travelled?’

�Yes, in the place where I put your gold to keep it safe. It is not there now. I will show you this evening and then you can tell me your opinion of its worth.’




Chapter Five (#ulink_8400f04d-b676-5221-98fe-a6c03f7b531f)


Roxanne took the jewel from the dressing case Luke had bought for her. She had placed it in the secret compartment for safekeeping. It was as large as a pheasant’s egg, a strange oval shape with slightly pointed ends and a deep dark red in colour. When it caught the light from the candles on her dressing table it sparkled and glowed with fire. Something about it at that moment sent a shiver down her spine. She had not noticed before, but there seemed something mysterious, even sinister, about the jewel.

She tucked it into the bodice of her gown and went out of her room, her heart beating faster. It was a relief to share her secret with Luke, because it had lain heavy on her conscience ever since she’d rediscovered the ruby in Sofia’s things. Making her way down to the smaller of the two dining parlours, Roxanne wondered if it would be possible to trace the origin of the jewel. She thought Luke was right. It had most likely been brought from India—but was it a gift to her from someone or stolen from its rightful owner?

The earl had decided that he would dine with them that evening. Dressed immaculately in evening clothes that belonged to an earlier age, he seemed more formidable than previously, a proud autocratic man with a strict manner. However, he was the soul of courtesy to Roxanne and did not once give her reason to blush or feel uncomfortable. With Luke he was sharper on one or two occasions, but, receiving only polite answers, he lapsed into silence and then glanced at Roxanne.

�Do you play chess, Miss Roxanne?’

�Yes, sir. Sofia taught me. We played in the evenings for there was little else to do…except sew, of course.’

�You did not have an instrument?’

�No, not for some years.’

�We have some excellent instruments here. You are welcome to use them whenever you wish. I enjoy music. I could employ a music master for you if you wish to be taught.’

�I shall attempt the pianoforte tomorrow,’ she promised. �If I have the aptitude, a music master might be useful to improve my skill. I am good with the needle.’

�Do you like to sketch or paint?’

�I think I have not had the opportunity.’

�Your guardian was remiss in your education. You may need some social skills, Miss Roxanne. Perhaps we should send for your godmother, Luke. She is a foolish woman, but might be of some use in giving our gel a little nudge. What do you think?’

�I believe I shall leave the decision to Roxanne, sir. I am not certain Lady Paula would come.’

�Nonsense. Write to her and ask her to come down for the ball. She will be here before you have time to turn round. Her curiosity will bring her, if nothing more.’

The earl waved the footman away as he offered more wine. �Nothing more for me. I think I shall leave the pair of you to amuse yourselves. If I stay up this evening, I shall not be fit for guests tomorrow. No, no, do not get up. Finish your meal. Jarvis, give me your arm. Goodnight, Miss Roxanne. My suggestion was for your benefit, not an order.’

�I thank you for the thought, sir.’

�Well, he is certainly taking an interest,’ Luke remarked as the door closed behind his grandfather. �Shall we go through to the parlour, Roxanne? I thought we might use the front parlour when we are alone. It was my mother’s favourite and the drawing room is far too large. Shall I ask Mrs Arlet for some tea and coffee?’

�Would you not rather have port or brandy? Tea will do very well for me.’

�If you do not mind, I shall have brandy.’ He nodded to the remaining footman. �In twenty minutes or so, Smith.’

Roxanne proceeded him into the front parlour. It was of a similar size to the one the earl preferred, but its dГ©cor was a little in need of refreshment, though comfortable and with a pleasant aspect out over steps leading down to a wide expanse of lawn in the sunken garden. At that moment the light was fading and she could not see beyond the windows, for the candles had been lit.

�Did you bring it?’ Luke asked, having made certain the door was closed behind them. �I must admit I am curious to see this jewel.’

Roxanne reached inside her bodice and took out the ruby. It was warm where it had lain nestled against her breasts. She held it out on the palm of her hand and it glowed in the candlelight.

�Good grief,’ Luke exclaimed as he saw it. �I have never seen its like. This must be worth a king’s ransom, Roxanne. It looks as if it came from an Indian maharajah’s crown.’

�Then it is valuable,’ Roxanne said as he held it to the light between his thumb and forefinger. �Sofia said as much, but I was not certain. How could I have come by it, do you imagine?’

�I believe it must have come from India. The secret of its origin must lie locked in your subconscious, Roxanne. Could your father have brought it home? Did something happen that made you take it and run away?’

�I truly wish I could answer that question.’ She looked thoughtful. �I have wondered if Black Bob guessed I had something valuable. He was determined I would be his woman—did he know that Sofia had hidden this for me? He would not have dared to steal it from her. The other players respected and revered her. Had he stolen from her or harmed her, I think they might have turned on him.’

�So he waited until she was dead.’ Luke inclined his head. �It is possible that he might have suspected something. One of the others might have seen it in your hand when you refused to be parted from it.’

�Yes, perhaps. What do you think I should do about this? Would it be possible to trace the rightful owner?’

�I dare say a good few would claim it as theirs if they could whether or not they had the right,’ Luke said. �I suppose I might place a vague advert in The Times newspaper and see what happens. I should ask any respondent to contact a solicitor by letter and see what replies we get, but I think we must take great care of the jewel, Roxanne. If Sofia told you that you claimed it was yours, it may be—and this ruby is extremely valuable. If no one likely comes forward in response to the advert, I think you should accept that you own the jewel.’

�Would you have it placed somewhere safe for me? I was nervous enough of carrying it before, but now—I should hate to be accused of being careless if it was lost.’

�I shall have it stored in my grandfather’s strong room until I return to London,’ Luke said. �We keep all the more valuable heirlooms there when they are not being worn. Hartingdon thinks them as safe here as in a bank and I think he is right. The strong room was once a dungeon and the locks have been made stronger.’

�Is it in the old wing—where the tower is?’

�Yes. We seldom use that wing, because parts of the tower are unsafe. Grandfather hasn’t opened the strong room in years, but I shall ask him for the key. You will not mind if I show him the ruby?’

�Supposing he asks where it came from?’

�I shall tell him it is your inheritance from your friend, which in a way it is. Had Sofia been other than she was, she might have sold it long since.’

�She would rather give me all she had than take something of mine,’ Roxanne replied with a smile. �Yes, it should be safe in the strong room—though if it is claimed we shall need to explain.’

�I doubt it will be,’ Luke said. �The only person who might know of the ruby would be the owner, whoever that might be.’

�My father…’ Roxanne sighed. �I think it must have been his and that it came from India, just as we have surmised, but perhaps I wish to believe it. Perhaps I have invented the fairy tale?’

�Did Sofia never try to find out where you had come from?’

�We were always moving from one place to another. Besides, I think she was afraid someone would take me away from her. She says that I was very quiet and I cried in my sleep for months when she first took me in. It was in her mind that I had been harmed in some way. She would not have given me up to someone who might hurt me.’

�A jewel like that might cause many people to do things they would not otherwise do,’ Luke said and frowned. �I shall seek the advice of my lawyer before placing the advert, Roxanne. It may bring more than we would wish for and I must be certain it cannot be traced back to you.’

�You think I might be in danger?’

�I cannot know for certain—but there must have been something that frightened you or you would not have been in such distress when Sofia found you. If you were so determined not to give the ruby up, you must have had good reason to think it was yours.’

�Sofia has said much the same to me.’ Roxanne looked up at him. �I would willingly return it to its rightful owner if it is not mine.’

�Yes, well, we shall see what happens,’ he said and his eyes were thoughtful, as if wondering how much he could believe of what she’d told him. �Do not worry about it, Roxanne. I think Grandfather seemed pleased with life this evening, do you not agree?’

He had pocketed the ruby and Roxanne was glad to see it in his safekeeping. She did not wish to be responsible for such a jewel and felt she would not mind if she never saw it again—and yet, according to Sofia, as a young girl, she had been determined not to give it up.

�I hope he will be as pleased with me in a few weeks. I am doing my best, Luke, but he is bound to discover gaps in my education. Sofia taught me so much about the world, and I read plays and poetry, but I know little of the things most young ladies learn.’

�And your mind is all the better for it,’ Luke said. �You cannot imagine how boring some of them are, Roxanne. I would swear you could discuss Shakespeare in more depth than most.’

�Yes, at least the roles I have played,’ she said and dimpled. �I shall not mind if the earl employs tutors to rectify my lack. It will pass the time and give me something to strive for.’

�Have you thought about what happens in three months?’

�It is a long time,’ Roxanne said. �I dare say he will have discovered I am a fraud and declare me unsuitable to be the mistress of a house like this long before that, and if he does not…well, that is up to you, I think.’

�Would you go through with the wedding if I asked it?’

�On the terms you offered before?’ He inclined his head and Roxanne was silent for a moment. �If we are both of the same mind in three months, I think I might.’



Why on earth had she agreed to marry him in three months if he should ask her? Roxanne wondered what had got into her head. A sham engagement was as far as she had been prepared to go initially, but, oddly enough, she had begun to find the idea of marriage to Luke Clarendon more and more appealing.

What else could she do with her life that would bring her comfort and safety? A woman alone in her position would be prey to rogues and predators, men who would trick her and seduce her for their pleasure. As Luke’s fiancée, and perhaps his make-believe wife, she would have respect and a settled income. Surely that was enough for any woman?

Yet there was something inside her that wanted more. How foolish she was! Luke had never intended more than a temporary arrangement, but now the earl was insisting on a marriage after three months. No doubt he wanted to know a grandchild was on its way before he died.

Luke’s child. For a moment the thought sent a warm spiral curling through her and she smiled. How pleasant the picture was, though quite impossible, of course. They must try to please the earl in his last months, but a child would be too much. She frowned as she recalled her first meeting with the earl. He looked frail, but he did not look particularly unwell.

Could Luke have overreacted to the earl’s illness? Was he truly as sick as his grandson believed?

What would she feel if Luke expected her to provide the heir?

The questions went round and round in her head as her maid helped her prepare for bed. When she was in her nightgown, Roxanne sent the girl away and curled up on the deep window seat to gaze down at the gardens. She was already beginning to feel more at home here and she could not help but think it might be nice to live in a house such as this, not just for a visit, but as the mistress.

�Foolish,’ she murmured aloud as she twirled a strand of red hair over her finger. �It is not poss…’

The words trailed away as she saw the shadow of a man reflected on the lawn in the moonlight. He appeared to be trying to hide in the shrubbery, but the moon was at his back and cast a shadow for a few seconds before he moved further back into the darkness and was lost to sight.

She did not think it had been Luke and it was certainly not the earl. Perhaps one of the servants? Yet it had seemed to her that there was something furtive about the man, as if he wanted to watch the house without being seen.

Could Black Bob have followed her here? For a brief moment the thought sent cold chills winging down her spine, but then she dismissed them. The leader of the travelling players was an opportunist. Given the chance that day at the fair he might have grabbed her and forced her to go with him, but she did not think he would spend days following her to this house, only to hide in the shrubbery and spy on her.

Now she was being very foolish. Why should the man in the shrubbery be spying on her? Luke had said something about having an enemy when they first met. It might be that someone had followed him, intending some harm.

It was too late to go in search of Luke now. She did not know where his rooms were. Besides, the servants would be shocked if she went looking for him at this hour. She would just have to wait until the morning. Slipping into bed, Roxanne tried to be sensible. The man in the shrubbery was probably only one of the servants.



�Someone hiding in the shrubbery watching the house?’ Luke looked incredulous when she told him her fears at breakfast. �I imagine it must have been one of the keepers. They probably take a walk round the house at night just to make sure everything is secure.’

�Yes, I expect you are right. Though, whoever it was seemed a little furtive, as if he wanted to watch the house without being seen, but perhaps that was my imagination.’ She helped herself to a little scrambled egg and ham from the vast array of dishes under silver covers on the sideboard and carried her plate to the table. Luke was finishing his rare beef eaten with sauté potatoes and pickles.

�I dare say he was being discreet rather than furtive. Grandfather would not want the keepers to be patrolling in full view of the house, but I think that is what you saw, Roxanne.’ He pushed his plate aside and poured more coffee into a delicate porcelain bowl.

�I am relieved to hear it. I wondered if Black Bob had followed us here, and then I thought that perhaps—you spoke of an enemy when we first met?’

�An enemy?’ Luke looked puzzled, then smiled ruefully. �In truth, I do not have an enemy, Roxanne. Are you anxious about this fellow who threatened you before?’

�No. He would grab me if he saw me by chance, but I do not think he would take the trouble to follow us here. I am sure you are right. The man in the garden was merely a keeper on patrol. I shall not give it another thought.’

�You are safe now, dearest,’ Luke said and smiled across the table. �You have me to look after you—to say nothing of the earl’s household.’

�Yes, of course. I am not anxious for myself, but I thought I should tell you what I saw.’

�I am glad you did. What are your plans for this morning, Roxanne?’

�I have been invited to visit the earl at eleven o’clock. Until then I think I shall try to make myself familiar with the house.’

Luke got to his feet, tossing his napkin on the table. �I would love to stay and show you round, but I have an appointment with Grandfather’s agent and bailiff. Perhaps we can spend the afternoon together? Do not let Grandfather bully you, Roxanne.’

�I have no intention of it. He is a peppery gentleman, but I rather like him.’

�You do?’ Luke arched his brow, a smile quirking at the corner of his mouth. �Well, I wish you luck. He is seldom at his best in the morning. Excuse me, I must go or I shall be late—finish your breakfast at your leisure. Had you wished, I am sure you could have had a tray in your room.’

�I like to rise early. Please do not let me keep you from your appointment.’

After Luke had gone, Roxanne drank her coffee and then pushed back her chair. She examined the contents of the silver dishes and saw that most had not been touched. Leaving the room, she glanced at the maid hovering outside the door.

�You may clear now, Maisie—it is Maisie, isn’t it?’

�Yes, Miss Peters.’

�Please call me Miss Roxanne. Everyone does and I prefer it, as I have told Mrs Arlet.’

�Yes, Miss Roxanne. Mrs Arlet said she was at your service if you should care for a tour of the house.’

�I think I should like that very much.’

�I’ll tell her you’re ready, miss, before I clear.’

�How kind of you, Maisie, but I think I know where her sitting room is; she told me where to find her yesterday.’

Maisie bobbed a curtsy and went into the breakfast room. Roxanne wandered through the hall to the back stairs and then went down to the area that was used exclusively by the servants. The housekeeper’s sitting room was on a small landing just above a short flight of stairs, which led to the servants’ hall and the kitchen. Pleased that she had remembered correctly, Roxanne knocked and was invited to enter.

�Miss Roxanne,’ the housekeeper said and looked surprised. �I would have come to you if you’d sent for me.’

�I wanted to see if I could find my way here,’ Roxanne said. �I should like to begin with the kitchen, if you please. I have no intention of interfering with the way you do things, Mrs Arlet, but I think I should know the layout and the way everyone works. It is a long trek for the servants to carry the food to the dining room. I find it hardly surprising that things get a little cool sometimes.’

�Yes, miss, that is a fault. Cook has been asking if we couldn’t have a serving hatch somewhere. It would save Mr Marshall going up and down those stairs so much—and the food would keep hotter.’

�Would you like me to speak to the earl for you?’

�If you think he is up to it, miss. When he was down a year or so back, his lordship did mention having a modern range put in and a tap in the scullery to save us fetching water from the well, but nothing happened.’

�I dare say he might have forgotten,’ Roxanne said. �Gentlemen have such a lot to think of, do they not? They tend to leave the house to us.’

�Well, Miss Roxanne, it is a treat to have a sensible young woman in the house. We’ve servants enough, it’s true, but life could be a bit easier for us all and there’s no mistake. A house like this needs constant attention to keep it right.’

�I am certain it does,’ Roxanne said. �We shall begin with a tour of the house this morning, then, when I know my way about, we shall discuss menus. Cook is providing a huge choice of food in the morning. That is as it should be when we have guests, but we hardly need so much for the family.’

�The master eats like a bird, miss. I think Cook likes to show what she can do when his lordship is down.’

�Yes, of course. Well, we are to have guests very soon now and she will have plenty of chance to show off her skills.’

Roxanne noticed a glimmer of respect in the housekeeper’s face. She suspected that too much waste had gone on for years with no one to keep a check on things and Cook probably sent leftovers to the village or the servants took it home with them. Since there was no need for strict economy, Roxanne would not interfere—providing the neglect was not actually abuse of the earl’s laxity. She felt it did no harm to let the servants see she intended to keep an eye on such things.

Where had she learned about these things? Roxanne frowned. She did not know why, but her instincts were guiding her.

�Did you say something, miss?’ the housekeeper asked, looking at her curiously.

�No, nothing at all,’ Roxanne said and smiled. The memory had been so clear for a moment but she did not wish to think of it now. �Shall we go down to the kitchen?’



�So, Miss Roxanne, you have been inspecting the kitchens,’ the earl said when she bent to kiss his cheek. �Discovered they are cheating me, have you?’

�I think too much waste has been going on,’ Roxanne said. �I am not sure you have been cheated, sir. Waste food is usually passed on to the poor or beggars, is it not?’

�I can’t be bothered with that business,’ he said. �It will be your place to see we are not being abused now—and to sort out any problems. Do not bring them to me. There is an allowance for repairs and maintenance below stairs. Ask Clarendon if you must, but, otherwise, deal with it.’

�In that case, I shall authorise a serving hatch, a new sink in the kitchen and taps, also a larger, more modern cooking range—but I shall not trouble you other than to ask who has charge of the allowance for repairs.’

�Tonkins, of course. Clarendon is with him this morning.’

�Your agent, I imagine. Very well, sir, this is the last you shall hear of it.’

�Good.’ He glared at her. �What do you make of the rest of it—think it an old wreck of a place? Clarendon does. He’ll tear it down and build new when I’m gone, I dare say.’

�Oh, I do not think it, sir. I have no idea what it costs to run a house like this, but I imagine it is a great deal. Perhaps if you were to pull down the tower and the wing you never use, you might build a more modern section there—and keep the rest of this lovely house as it is.’

�Humph. Think you’re the first to come up with the idea? Clarendon’s mother wanted me to do it years ago. She always hated the tower—said it was haunted.’

�Is it?’

�Don’t believe in that rubbish, do you? The roof has gone in parts and rooks nest there. The sounds people hear are wind and birds or rats in the eaves.’

�Yes, I expect you are right,’ Roxanne said. �At night it is easy to imagine all kinds of things.’

�You are a woman of sense,’ the earl said, his gaze narrowing. �Is it all an act, Miss Roxanne? The ruby Clarendon showed me—it doesn’t fit with the rest. What are you keeping from me, miss—and does Clarendon know it all?’

�The ruby is my inheritance. I wasn’t sure it was valuable, but Luke says it is and I believe him.’

�He told me he has to return to London tomorrow. He will be gone for a few days and then he intends to stay until after the ball. What do you think of that, miss?’

�I expect he has some business in town. There is little he can do here, really. I am sure he will have sorted any estate business this morning.’

�Don’t mind him running out on you, then? What if he decides not to bother about coming back until the day before the ball?’

�I should miss him, but I believe he will keep his word.’

�You have a deal more faith than I, Miss Roxanne. He usually stays two days at the most and then I don’t see him for months.’

�Things are different now, sir.’

�Are they?’ The earl’s eyes seemed to pierce her with their intensity. �I thought this was just a masquerade to keep me sweet—are you telling me that you are really going to marry him?’

Roxanne looked at him in silence for a long moment, then smiled. �We have to wait for three months—but if you give your blessing and Luke still wants to marry me, yes, I shall.’

�I haven’t made up my mind about you yet, miss. There’s something you’re both hiding—but I’ll get it out of you or him. Wait and see if I don’t.’

Roxanne hesitated, then, �Tell me, sir—what is it that you want most in the world?’

�To see my great-grandson and know there will be someone to carry on here when I’ve gone. Clarendon will never settle here—but you might. Is that the idea? You’ll give me what I want and he gets to live in town as he pleases? You won’t like that much, girl, and you’re a fool if you settle for it.’

�Please, do not think so ill of him, sir,’ Roxanne pleaded. �I know things have not always been right between you—but will you not give Luke a chance to make this work? He is genuine in his desire to mend fences.’

The earl’s gaze narrowed, his mouth pursed. �Hmmm, we shall see.’



�I hope Grandfather did not bully you too much?’ Luke said when they met for nuncheon later. Roxanne shook her head and he nodded in satisfaction, looking so much like his grandfather that she had to hide her laughter. �Well, what would you like to do this afternoon? I know you can manage a horse—have you done much riding? Proper riding, I mean, not as part of a circus show.’

�All kinds,’ Roxanne replied. �Barebacked, astride, but I have not much experience of riding sidesaddle. I can drive a caravan. I dare say I could learn to ride like a lady easily enough.’

�I am sure you could and I will arrange a suitable mount for you when I return from town. For this afternoon I think perhaps we should drive round the estate, just to give you an idea of its size and where it is pleasant to walk when you are alone. When I was out with Tonkins this morning everyone was asking about you. Since it is a pleasant afternoon we can use the curricle and allow the curious to see my fiancée. It is only necessary to wave and smile at this juncture.’

�I think that would be very pleasant. Did you have a good morning with your grandfather’s agent?’

�Yes. Why do you ask?’

�I understand the monies for minor repairs to the kitchens are lodged with him. Mrs Arlet has spoken to me about various needs and your grandfather has told me it is up to me to sort out domestic problems in future.’

�Has he, indeed? Clearly he trusts you more than me, Roxanne. I spoke to him about a serving hatch some months back and he sent me about my business, told me he didn’t need help with arranging his household.’

�Well, perhaps things have changed. I have been told not to bother him with trivial domestic affairs and I shan’t—but the hatch would improve the quality of the food for us and make less work for others. I think it would repay the cost many times over.’

�I can see the future of this place is in safe hands, at least for the moment.’ Luke frowned and stood up. �I shall arrange for the curricle to be brought round. It is warm, but there may be a breeze so you will want your bonnet and a pelisse.’

�I shall fetch them,’ Roxanne said.

She was thoughtful as she walked upstairs. Luke had not seemed particularly pleased with the news that the earl had placed domestic affairs in her hands. Perhaps he was beginning to regret bringing her here? His idea of a temporary engagement seemed to be getting out of hand.



Had Roxanne been able to read Luke’s mind she would have discovered that he had mixed feelings and was in something of a turmoil regarding the situation between them. It was surely a good thing that the earl should feel able to place his domestic affairs in Roxanne’s hands. He was uncertain of her true feelings regarding the situation. She had been quite adamant that there would be no wedding, just a fake engagement for a few months, but she seemed to have changed her mind since their arrival at Hartingdon.

She had been running from a man who was determined to make her his mistress when they met, her future dubious to say the least. It would be tempting for any woman in such difficulty to be seduced by the house and the obvious wealth here. Yet if the ruby truly belonged to Roxanne she had money of her own. Luke did not know exactly how much it would fetch, but he was sure it would be more than a few hundred—perhaps as much as two thousand pounds or more to the right person? With such a sum she could set up her own establishment and live comfortably for the rest of her life or until she found work or married. She did not need to live here at the mercy of a cantankerous old man—or to marry a man she did not love.

So why had she changed her mind? She was unsure if the ruby was legally hers, but she might have sold it and risked the consequences had she been less than the honest woman he believed her.

Having placed the ruby in his safe keeping, she had surrendered her independence and shown great trust in him. Luke could not recall anyone else placing that amount of faith in him and his reactions were a mixture of gratification and panic. At the start he had thought the sham engagement might eventually lead to a physical arrangement between them. Luke would have been very ready to become her protector had she chosen a life in the theatre. He had been aroused by Roxanne’s vibrant beauty from the beginning, but did he really wish for marriage? Luke had avoided being caught in what he thought of as a trap for so long, he could not help wondering just what he had got himself into.

It was to be merely a sham marriage, of course. That was the reason Roxanne had agreed to it when the earl insisted on the three-month engagement. She knew that he would keep his word to let her go once the earl had died.

Roxanne would give him his freedom once the earl was in his grave. He was certain that she would keep any bargain he made with her, but by the time he was able to ask for his freedom, would he still wish for it?

Damn the earl for interfering in his life! Hartingdon had no right to dictate terms to him and his threat to restrict his income could be overcome in a court. How could he think of destroying the man who was his only close family? Such a breach would surely kill the old man. Despite the anger and frustration inside him, Luke knew he would never deliberately harm his grandfather. It might be that he would have to make more than a sham marriage and actually give the earl his heir.

Roxanne would never agree to it—would she? He could not expect her to provide an heir and then simply disappear when the marriage ended. Yet need it necessarily end so finally? There was always the alternative of a marriage of convenience.

No, he had vowed he would never go down that road. His parents had been so desperately unhappy. He had witnessed his mother’s tears too many times. His father had been a heartless brute who cared only for his own pleasure and Luke suspected he might be the same. To marry under false pretences might cause too much pain in the future.

The Roxanne who had bound his leg and threatened an intruder at the inn was exciting and amazing, but if she settled into a life of domesticity to please the earl Luke might become bored and begin to stray.

He knew his own faults only too well and he liked Roxanne too much to want to hurt her. It might be as well to remind her that this relationship was a temporary affair. It would be best to stick to the business arrangement they had made at the start.



The earl’s estate was vast, much larger than Roxanne had imagined. She had no experience of land husbandry, but from what she could see as Luke drove her about the estate it was in good heart. The people looked prosperous and they smiled and waved, the labourers and farmers doffing their hats to her. Some children ran out of one of the farms and stood waving and giggling as Luke brought the curricle to a halt.

�Mam said to wish you happy, sir,’ one of the boys said. �She wants to know if there’s to be a bit of a do for the tenants and all.’

�Yes, I am sure we shall arrange something when the wedding happens, but it is not to be just yet.’ Luke thrust his hand in his pocket and brought out some silver coins, which he tossed to the children before driving away.

�Your tenants seem pleased to see you, Luke.’

�They will be disappointed if there is no wedding,’ Luke remarked. �Perhaps we should hold some sort of fête in the park this summer. Grandfather always had a late summer party in the gardens for the tenants and labourers. I suppose an engagement is as good an excuse as any other. I’ll speak to him later.’

�Your grandfather suspects you of trying to fool him, did you know that?’ Roxanne said, keeping her gaze to the front. �If we were to break the engagement too soon, he would be certain that he had been right all along.’

�We shall see whether his health improves. We might have to marry to satisfy him, but do not worry, Roxanne. I should give you your freedom afterwards. He can push us into marriage, but even he cannot hurry the arrival of an heir. It should content him to know that I am married—if you are still prepared to go so far?’

�Yes, of course. I know that the last thing you want is a life of domesticity, Luke. You need not fear that I shall cling to you and beg you not to leave me. I will not ask for more than we agreed.’

�No…’ A little pulse flicked at his temple. �Well, we shall see how things go, but you must tell me if the situation becomes too difficult for you here. I know Hartingdon is a past master at inflicting wounds.’

�I think he is a lonely, unhappy man. He shut you out when you were younger, perhaps because he was grieving for your mother—but then, when he might have reached out to you, it was too late. You are very like him, you know.’

�Like Hartingdon?’ Luke turned his head to look at her in astonishment. �What on earth makes you say that? I do not think I have given you cause to fear me?’

�No, you have not—but neither has the earl. He may be grumpy and harsh at times, but I do not fear him. Indeed, I rather like him. I should not wish to be the source of pain to him.’

Luke made a face of disbelief. �If he appears to reciprocate, beware. He is probably trying to get beneath your guard to discover your secrets.’

�You are unfair,’ Roxanne replied and gave him a look of reproach. �Why does neither of you trust the other? You say you wish to make his last months happy—yet you will not allow him to have a heart or a conscience.’

�If he has a softer side, he has given no sign of it in my presence.’

�You are so used to quarrelling with each other that neither of you can see how foolish it is. If you let down your guard, Luke, you might actually enjoy a pleasant relationship with him—become friends or at least respect one another.’

�If I offered affection, he would throw it in my face. My advice to you is to be careful, Roxanne. Allow him to get inside your head and he will hurt you. Do not imagine that anything he has said of late means he is happy to accept you into the family. I have no doubt that from the moment I told him I was engaged, he instructed agents to discover who you are and where you came from.’

�He is unlikely to do so.’ Roxanne kept her face turned from him as she said, �Since I am well aware that this is all a masquerade I am not likely to be hurt, whatever happens.’

�That is as well,’ Luke said. �Neither of us is to be completely trusted, Roxanne, but you have my word that you will never want for money for the rest of your life. I intend to have the ruby valued when I am in town; I shall try to discover if it has a history—but regardless of what I discover, my promise to you holds true. When this is all over I shall set you up with a house and an income that will be more than adequate.’

Roxanne made no answer. He was merely reminding her of their arrangement. Luke Clarendon had never pretended to care for her. She ought not to feel disappointed or upset. Indeed, she would not allow herself to feel anything. She would simply make the most of her time here—and when it was over she would know what to do.




Chapter Six (#ulink_fd824f57-28b5-5555-99b1-e703ad2c2d04)


After Luke left for London the next day, Roxanne set her mind to the tasks she had taken on in the house. A list of guests for the ball was drawn up and the invitations written carefully in her best copperplate hand. She spent an hour with Tonkins and set the work in hand for the improvements to the kitchen, and, after speaking to the head gardener, arranged for fresh flowers to be brought to the house each day.



When she carried a bowl of yellow roses into the earl’s sitting room that evening he stared at her as if she had run mad.

�What is that for, miss?’

�To brighten your room and bring some sunshine indoors to you. The weather is so delightful, sir, and the gardens are glorious. We have so many lovely blooms it would be a shame not to enjoy some of them indoors.’

�Like flowers, do you?’ His thick brows knit as he stared at the offering.

�Yes, I love them. I think I should like to improve some parts of the garden—if I stay here for long enough, of course.’

�What would you do?’

�There are some unused areas at the back of the house that are merely grass. I would like to make a wild garden, with your permission, sir. I have spoken to the gardener and he says there were plans to make a garden of box hedges and herbs there once, but it never happened. I thought something similar, but less formal. I should like plants that invite butterflies and birds to visit often, and perhaps some running water—a fountain of some kind.’

�The herb garden was my wife’s intention, but she died.’ The earl glared at her, seeming angry or at the mercy of some deep emotion. �I suppose you can do as you please—if you stay long enough.’

�Luke says you will have instructed agents to discover who I am and where I come from, sir.’

�And what if I have? Worried about what they will find, miss?’

�I believe I have done nothing of which I ought to be ashamed, sir.’

�There’s something, though. I’ve sensed it since the beginning. You are a mystery, Miss Roxanne—but I don’t dislike having you visit me, and the roses can stay.’

Roxanne smiled. Impulsively she bent and kissed his cheek. �Perhaps there is a mystery, sir—perhaps even I do not know its answer, but believe me when I say I would not harm you or Luke. Indeed, I would rather go away, disappear altogether, than bring shame on either of you.’

The earl grunted, making no other reply, but his eyes looked very bright as she glanced back from the doorway. Walking down to the hall, Roxanne felt at a loss. She had become acquainted with all parts of the house, including the disused wing. The tower was out of bounds so she had not attempted it, but, walking up to the stairway to look at the curving stone steps, she’d heard a screech and some fluttering that she took to be the rooks the earl had spoken of once.

The tower had no appeal for her and she decided to walk in the garden for a while. Perhaps she would have a talk to the gardener or the bailiff about the new wilderness. It could not hurt to make plans for her wild-flower plot, even if her stay here was only temporary. Walking round past the tower to the back of the house, something made her glance up. For one moment she saw something at a window about halfway up, but in an instant it had gone. She frowned, because it had looked like a face—a man’s face, dark-complexioned and strange—and yet she was sure that the earl had given orders no one was to go up the tower because it was unstable.

It must surely have been a trick of the light? Why would anyone be in the tower? The earl’s servants were all aware of his orders—and yet there might be good reason for someone to visit surreptitiously. When he spoke of putting the ruby somewhere safe, Luke had told Roxanne that the earl’s strong room was somewhere either in the tower or beneath it.

Would a thief try to find the entrance and break in? Roxanne did not know what to think, because it seemed so unlikely. If no one had ever attempted it before, why should it happen now?

Had Luke been at home, she would have told him immediately, but the earl was not to be made anxious or worried about something of this nature. It might be nothing more than imagination, but rather than simply leave it, she decided to speak to someone. Knowing that Tonkins had gone into town that day, she thought of the bailiff. She’d seen Higgins going into his office earlier and turned in the direction he’d been heading, which was towards the stable block.

Higgins was in conversation outside his office with a stout man who looked as if he might be one of the earl’s tenant farmers. He lifted his battered brown hat to Roxanne as she approached, nodded to Higgins and went off.

�Forgive me for interrupting you, Mr Higgins,’ Roxanne said. �It is a small matter—but, since Lord Clarendon is away and Mr Tonkins has gone to the market, one I thought should be brought to your attention, sir.’

�Nothing is too much trouble for you, miss. Was it about the plants for the wild garden?’

�I was hoping to speak to Minty about that later,’ Roxanne agreed. �It may have been a trick of the light, Mr Higgins—but as I passed the tower just now I thought I saw a face at the window—not at the top, but at that little round window halfway up.’

�You didn’t investigate yourself, miss?’

�I know it isn’t safe, which is why I thought it curious that anyone should be there.’

�Everyone knows it isn’t safe, miss. None of our people would dream of going there—unless ordered to by the earl and then we should send a party armed with ropes for safety’s sake.’

�No one who knows that it is unsafe would go up the tower—but a stranger might. A stranger intent on robbery or some such thing.’

�Lord Clarendon told you about the strong room,’ Higgins said and nodded. �Only a handful of us know the secret, miss. I’ve never known anyone to attempt a break in, but I suppose there is always a first time. His lordship may have been seen when he visited it recently—though I cannot think any of our people would consider doing such a thing. The door is solid iron. It would be impossible to break it down—but I’ll make sure the lock has not been tampered with. I’ll go there myself now, miss.’

�Do you think someone should accompany you?’

�I’ll take a pistol with me, but I doubt there’s much to worry about, miss. As you said, it will be a trick of the light.’

�May I come with you?’

�Now that I can’t allow, miss. I couldn’t live with myself if you were to fall and have an accident. You’ll find Minty in the hothouses. Go and have a talk with him, discover what he has to say about your wild garden, miss. I’ll let you know if I discover anything.’

Roxanne agreed and left him. She was almost sure that it must have been a trick of the light and half-wished that she had not put Mr Higgins to the trouble of investigating.



Returning to the house after a long and pleasant talk with the head gardener, Roxanne washed her hands and changed into a fresh gown for lunch. She had instructed Mrs Arlet that she would have just a little bread and butter and cold chicken in the small parlour. Her meal was finished and she was about to leave when the housekeeper came in.

�I am sorry to disturb you, Miss Roxanne, but Mr Higgins has asked if you will visit him at home.’

�At home?’ Roxanne was puzzled. �Is he not in his office?’

�It appears he had an accident, miss. Johnson will take you in the governess’s cart—if you wouldn’t mind travelling in such a way?’

�Of course not. I shall get ready at once. Is it far?’

�Not far, miss, but Johnson says he was instructed you wasn’t to walk there alone. He’s to take you and wait to bring you back.’

�I shall fetch my pelisse at once.’

�I took the liberty of sending for it. Tilly is waiting in the hall to help you with it, miss.’

Roxanne thanked her. Going into the hall, she put on her pelisse and bonnet and then went out to the courtyard at the back of the house, where the groom was waiting with the governess’s cart.

�Is Mr Higgins badly hurt, Johnson?’ Roxanne asked as she was helped up into the little seat at the back.

�He’s got some nasty cuts and bruises,’ the groom replied. �His wife made him lie on the sofa in the parlour and the doctor told him he should go to bed and rest for a few days, but he won’t until he’s seen you, miss.’

�Please take me to him at once,’ Roxanne said. �I know this must be important or he would not otherwise have sent for me.’

She twisted her gloves in her hands, feeling a heavy weight of responsibility. Higgins had gone to the tower on her behalf and it was her fault if he had taken a tumble down the stairs. She was distressed because he was hurt and blamed herself.

The bailiff’s cottage was through the park, at the edge of the road that led to Harte Village. It would have taken her a good half an hour to walk here, but the drive was accomplished in a fraction of the time. The groom helped her down and, as she walked up the path of the neat garden, the front door opened and a plump, pleasant-looking woman opened the door to her.

�I’ve been watching out for you, Miss Roxanne,’ she cried. �I am that grateful you’ve come. Higgins won’t go to bed until he has spoken to you—and the foolish man has refused to take his medicine for fear it sends him to sleep.’

�I came as soon as I heard,’ Roxanne said. �I am so sorry, Mrs Higgins. I fear I am to blame for this.’

�You, miss? I should say not—but come through to the parlour and let my man tell you himself.’

Roxanne followed her into a pleasant parlour with a sunny aspect at the back of the house. Mr Higgins was lying on a large comfortable sofa with his head on a pile of pillows and his eyes shut. He opened them as she approached and sat up, looking anxious.

�Please do not disturb yourself, sir.’ Roxanne drew a parlour chair and sat close to him. �Did one of the steps give way beneath you? I am so sorry for sending you there. I do hope you are not badly hurt?’

�It was not the steps, miss, though one or two are crumbling, but I didn’t go up the tower. The place we spoke of is below it. I went to look at the lock and found some signs that someone had tried unsuccessfully to open the door. I was about to leave and report it to Mr Tonkins when something hit me from behind. I went down like a light and it must have been some minutes before I came to myself enough to get up and stagger out. One of the gardeners saw me fall as I left and called for help.’

�You were hit on the back of the head? That is terrible.’ Roxanne felt shivery all over. �So I was right—there was someone in the tower. I am so sorry you were hurt, Mr Higgins.’

�Serves me right for going there alone, miss. I thought you had imagined the face and took a risk. In future I’ll be more careful and respectful of what you say. I gave instructions that a search should be made. Six of the men went to take a look in the tower after they brought me home—and I’ve since heard that someone has been camping out in the tower.’

�Good gracious! How long has this been going on?’

�A day or two at most the men think. It might have been a tramp, miss—or it might have been a thief, as you suggested. Whoever it was, he didn’t want to get caught.’

�No, indeed, but this is serious, Mr Higgins. You must take great care and rest, as your doctor told you.’

�I shall for a day or so, if only to appease Mrs Higgins—but you must promise me you will not attempt to visit that wing or the tower again, miss. His lordship would never forgive me if anything were to happen to you. One of us should have noticed something before you did, and that can’t be denied.’

�I shall certainly not attempt to enter the tower,’ Roxanne assured him. �I have been wishing that I had not told you. I am so sorry you were hurt.’

�It was my own fault for not taking anyone to guard my back. I didn’t give you credit, miss, and I should have known you’re not the sort to imagine things. I’ve given instructions that the grounds are to be patrolled at all times. If there are dangerous intruders about, we cannot be too careful.’

�I thought I saw a man hiding in the shrubbery outside my room the first night I came here,’ Roxanne told him. �Lord Clarendon thought it must have been one of the keepers, but now… Why would anyone watch the house and then hide in the tower?’

�There’s something he’s after,’ Higgins said and looked grave. �I don’t know what it is, Miss Roxanne. We’ve never had anything like it before—so why now?’

�I do not know,’ she replied. �I promise I shall take great care when walking in the gardens—and you must rest, sir.’

�I shall for a day or so, miss. It seems I’ve a tough skull for the blow did no more than knock me unconscious. I may have a headache for a while, but I’ll be as right as rain soon.’

�I am relieved to hear it.’

�Shall you tell the earl, miss?’

�No, not unless he has heard something,’ Roxanne said. �As you know, his health is not good. I do not wish him to worry. I dare say the intruder has gone. With the increased security he is unlikely to return.’

�I doubt he will risk it again—unless there is something he desperately wants to get his hands on. You cannot think what that might be, miss?’ The bailiff looked at her hard. �No idea what he’s after?’

�No,’ Roxanne said. �I cannot tell you, for I do not know.’



Yet as she was driven back to the house some minutes later, Roxanne was thoughtful. Had the intruder been after her ruby? It would explain why the attempt on the strong room had happened now—but was the jewel valuable enough to bring whoever it was here? It had been in the strong room only one night, because Luke had taken it to London with him to be valued.

Besides, no one knew she had it. How could they? Sofia had kept it hidden for years and no one had tried to take it from them. Roxanne had wondered if Black Bob suspected she had something of value, but would he attempt to break into the earl’s strong room? It did not fit with what she knew of him. Petty thieving or cheating a traveller of his purse was the gypsy’s style, but not robbery on the scale that had been planned here. To break into an earl’s treasury would be a serious matter.

Yet if it was the Hartingdon heirlooms that were wanted, why had it happened now and not at some time in the past?

What was so special about the ruby that it had provoked an attempt to break into the earl’s strong room and an attack on his bailiff?

Why had it been in her hand when Sofia found her? She had been so determined to keep it, so adamant that it belonged to her. The earl was right when he said something did not fit with the rest. How could a girl of modest family come to own a jewel like that one?

Roxanne thought about the game they had played when she was recovering from her illness. Sofia was an intelligent lady. Had she suspected that the ruby had come from India? She might have invented the game to try to jog the memories in Roxanne’s mind. It was possible that as she lay delirious she had said something that made Sofia believe she had once lived there. Rather than try to force her to remember, Sofia had invented the game.

The face at the tower window had been dark and not English. Roxanne strained for a memory, anything that would make sense of what was happening, but nothing came to her. Yet there was something that warned her she might be in danger, some instinct that told her Mr Higgins had been set upon by someone who wanted that ruby.

The thoughts went round and round in her head like a trapped animal trying to escape from its cage. If she could remember what had occurred to frighten her when she ran from her home, she might be able to understand what was happening now.



�What is this I hear about Higgins?’ the earl asked when Roxanne visited him that evening before going down to supper. �What on earth was the fool doing in the tower in the first place? He knows it is dangerous.’

She hesitated, then, �Do you truly wish to know the answer, sir? You might find it concerning.’

�Damn it, I ain’t on me last legs yet. Tell me the truth, girl. All of it, for I shall know if you lie.’

�I saw a face at the round window halfway up the tower earlier today. I told Higgins, because I knew the strong room was there somewhere. He went to investigate, found an unsuccessful attempt had been made to open the iron door—and someone knocked him unconscious. The tower has since been searched by some of the men and no one is there now.’

�So the rogue has escaped. Is Higgins badly hurt?’

�No. I think he has a sore head and is shocked—but the doctor said the blow was not severe enough to kill him. Perhaps whoever it was did not wish to murder him, merely to stun him while he made his escape.’

�Humph. Got it all worked out, have you? Answer me this—why now? That strong room has been there for a hundred and fifty years and no one has ever tried to break in before this—couldn’t if they tried. It would take a team of men to break that door down—and then they couldn’t open it unless they knew the trick. It’s a secret puzzle lock known only to me and now Luke.’

�I do not know why now, sir. Why do you think it happened?’

�I knew there was something suspicious about that ruby. Who did you steal it from?’

�I did not steal it.’

�Where did it come from then? It ain’t the kind of thing a girl like you ought to have—unless you got it from a lover. Have you been the mistress of a rich man, girl? Did you steal it from him in a fit of pique?’

�No, I have not been a rich man’s lover, sir.’ Roxanne hesitated, then, �I am not sure of its history. Luke is trying to find out what he can for me. I had it in my hand when—Sofia found me. I was about fourteen, very ill, alone and frightened—and I had lost my memory. I did not know my own name then and to this day I do not recall it. She says I would not let go of the ruby and claimed it was mine. When at last I did let her take it from me, she hid it and I forgot about it for years, until she reminded me as she was dying.’

The old man’s eyes gleamed. �I knew there was something. You were too good to be true, miss. I suspected something was wrong from the start.’

�Well, now you know it all. Do you wish me to leave?’

The earl was silent for a moment, then, �You had best tell me all of it, girl. How did you meet my grandson—and why did he bring you here as his fiancée?’

�After Sofia died I was not safe amongst the people we travelled with. One of them wanted me as his mistress so I ran away when he was making arrangements to give a performance at a theatre in the town nearby.’

�You are an actress?’

�Yes, I have been an actress—but Sofia was certain I had been properly reared, though I have no memory of my past.’

�So it was a lie about your father being in India?’

�It was just something that came into my mind. I believe there may be a connection between the ruby and India. I do not know who my father was—or if he is still alive.’

�You think it has a connection with India, but you do not know?’

�I am not certain, but recently the idea has become stronger.’

�So how did you meet Clarendon?’

�He had a tumble from his horse. His ankle was painful and we thought it might be broken, though it was actually a displaced bone. I helped him and then recaptured his horse. We went to an inn to stay for the night and a doctor was called. The landlord sent someone to break into the chamber and rob Clarendon when he was sleeping, because he was unwell and vulnerable—but I had stayed to care for him lest he took a fever. I was awake and I had a poker. When the intruder saw that I was ready to fight him, the rogue ran off. The next day, your grandson begged me to stay with him until he was safe in London—and he took me to stay with someone called Mrs Mills.’

�Saved his backside for a second time, did you?’

�He insisted I had saved his life, but I dare say it was no such thing. The lady I visited was very respectable. I might have been in London still, but at a fair on the Heath I saw Black Bob and told Luke I must leave. He asked me to enter into an engagement and—you know the rest.’

�I knew it.’ The earl glared at her. �It was all a masquerade from start to finish.’

�No…not quite. Luke wanted to make you happy. At first I agreed reluctantly, but then I came here—and I wanted to stay. If this had not happened I might have married Luke, if he wished it—and you agreed. I think we might have given you an heir and then, if he wished, parted. Now I think perhaps I should leave before he returns.’

�Leave the sinking ship, eh? Is that all you’re good for—running away? I thought you had more spunk than that, girl?’

Roxanne’s cheeks flamed. �No, that is not fair. I would have married Luke if he wished…but you cannot want me to stay now you know the truth. You cannot wish him to marry a girl who does not know her own family.’

�Know my mind better than I do, do you?’ The earl stared at her hard. �You’ve told me the truth as you know it?’

�Yes, sir.’

�Held nothing back?’

�Nothing, I swear.’

�I ought to send the pair of you packing—but I want that heir. Clarendon isn’t going to oblige me in a hurry if I send you away, so you can stay. You will marry him in a month or so. No reason to wait for three months if a letter isn’t coming.’

�You want me to marry Luke?’

�Nothing the matter with your hearing, is there? I don’t know who your father was or whether he gave you that damned ruby, but I can see quality in you. Tell you the truth, our family goes back to a privateer who came from yeoman stock and rose to be an earl through pleasing Good Queen Bess. Since then we’ve married into good and bad blood. It may be time we had some fresh blood in the family. If you’ve lied to me, we may both be sorry, but I’m going to trust you—on one condition.’

�That is?’

�Luke is not informed that I know the truth.’

�You wish me to lie to him?’

�You have been lying to me.’

�No—at least I didn’t actually lie. I merely allowed you to think what you would, sir.’

�I said you were clever with words. I suppose that comes from being an actress. Is it all an act or do you actually care for the fellow?’

�I believe you know the answer, sir.’

�Humph. He’s bitten off more than he can chew, hasn’t he?’

�I shall not demand more than he is willing to give.’

�My grandson chose to play a little trick on me—now I’ve turned the tables, but it may all be for the best. So—what do you say?’

�I can only say yes—and thank you.’

�Nothing to thank me for, girl. I’ll still throw you both out on your ear if I discover you’ve spun me a tissue of lies.’

�I promise you I have not—though in truth I do not know who owns the ruby. Perhaps I did steal it. I cannot know for certain.’

�Damn the thing. If the owner wants it back, he can have it. You won’t want for jewels as my grandson’s wife—there’s a strong room full of the damned things if you’ve a mind to wear them.’

�If there were some pearls I could wear to the ball, I should be glad to borrow them, but I have no great desire either for jewels or huge wealth. However, a beautiful home where I feel safe and might do some good is a precious thing I should value.’

His eyes glittered. �You are either a treasure or a consummate liar. We shall just have to see whether you fall flat on your face, Miss Roxanne.’

�I still do not know why someone should attempt to break into your strong room. How could anyone know I had the ruby or that I had given it to Luke?’

�Whoever it was may have tried to enter the strong room on the chance it was there. If he followed you here in the first place, the rogue must have discovered you have the ruby. Perhaps he has only just discovered that it is in your possession?’

�Yes, perhaps.’

Roxanne was thoughtful as she left the earl’s apartments. It did seem as though the intruder might have been after her ruby—if she was the rightful owner. How could she have come by it unless someone had given it to her?

Why was it so important and why could she not remember her past life? What had happened to make her forget so completely?

She tried to recall more of the game she had played with Sofia. Fragments of Sofia’s story came into her mind, but she had forgotten it as the years passed and she had become a woman.

�Who was the prince, Roxanne? What did he look like?’

Had Sofia actually asked her that question or was it merely a part of the game?

Roxanne wished she could lift the curtain that hid her previous life, but it remained as firmly down as ever. Yet she was growing ever more certain that the ruby was part of a mystery that she must solve before she brought danger to the people she had come to care for.



�That is a remarkable jewel, my lord,’ Mr Brandon remarked. �What exactly is that you wish me to do for you?’

�My fiancée believes she was given this by her father as a child,’ Luke replied. �However, she wishes to be certain that she is the rightful owner. She has not heard from her father in years; he may be dead. We were thinking of placing an advert asking for information about the ruby and offering a small reward—say a hundred guineas.’

�You want me to place the advertisement for you so that it cannot be traced to you?’

�If you are willing, I feel that it may be for the best. We are not sure where the jewel came from and should there be a dispute would wish to hear the claimant’s story. However, an advertisement of this kind may bring unscrupulous rogues who would lie to gain something that was not theirs.’

�Your wording is vague.’ Mr Brandon read the words Luke had written, �A ruby of good colour and size. Lost five years ago. Anyone with any information concerning this jewel should apply in writing to Mr Brandon of W. R. Brandon and Associates.’

�I kept the wording vague on purpose,’ Luke agreed. �Nothing may come of it. If we do not hear within a few weeks, I think we may assume that my fiancée’s recollection is correct. We shall at least have tried and may then use or dispose of it with a clear conscience.’

�I dare say most would simply have sold it,’ the lawyer said. He frowned as he looked at the jewel. �If I were you, I should place that in the bank for safekeeping. I do not think I have ever seen such a magnificent ruby—and yet there is something about it that makes me feel it may be dangerous.’

�A ruby is simply a ruby,’ Luke said and laughed. �I shall not ask you to keep it here, sir. If no one comes forward to claim it as theirs, I may have it set as a pendant for my wife.’

�The shape of it is unusual,’ Mr Brandon said. �It could almost be a large eye…’

�It is an unusual shape,’ Luke agreed and slipped it back into his breast pocket. �I think perhaps I shall lodge it at my bank, Brandon. You will let me know if you hear anything of interest?’

�Yes, of course, sir. As for the other little matter, I shall set that in hand at once.’

�If you could bring the papers down, sir? You might like to attend the ball at Hartingdon next week.’

Mr Brandon looked pleased. A short stay at the country house of a wealthy client was a break from the routine of life in London.

�I should enjoy that very much, my lord. I am certain we can have the papers ready for your signature by the fourteenth—and I should be delighted to attend your engagement ball.’

�We shall look forward to seeing you,’ Luke said and shook his hand. �I have ordered a gift for my fiancée. My bank is near the jeweller’s, so I may as well kill two birds with one stone.’

Luke left the lawyer’s office and crossed the road. He was lost in thought and did not notice the man following a short distance behind as he walked the length of two streets and entered his bank, before making his way, some minutes later, to a large jeweller’s establishment at the opposite side of the road.




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