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Marianne and the Marquis
Anne Herries


Sheltered innocent Miss Marianne Horne had come to Cornwall to care for her ailing greataunt. She had expected quiet and solitudenot to be drawn into adventure! Surrounded by smugglers, spies and plots, Marianne hardly knew whom to trust.Instinctively, she turned to the enigmatic and handsome Mr. Beck. But plain Mr. Beck turned out to be Andrew, Marquis of Marlbecka nobleman who surely would never look twice at the daughter of a country vicar. So why was he insistent on paying Marianne such flattering attention?









“I kissed you because I find you irresistible, but I am sorry if I have offended you, Miss Horne. It was wrong of me to take advantage of you.”


Her eyes widened, their color the hue of a mountain pool, clear and green, touched by sunshine. And then she smiled.

“You have robbed your action of any offense, sir. Nor can I pretend that I found it distasteful, for I did not—though I beg that you will not do it again without my permission.”

Drew laughed, for she was a breath of fresh air. It was her frankness, her open manner that fascinated him as much as her beauty. He had met women in society who might perhaps come near to her in looks, but none had made this direct appeal to his senses. At that moment he would have liked to take her down to the soft earth and lose himself in the sweetness of her flesh. Yet if he did that she would hate him, and he would be beyond redemption.

Marianne and the Marquis

Harlequin


Historical




Author Note


Marianne’s story is the first of a trilogy dealing with the lives and loves of three sisters. Marianne, Jo and Lucy are the Reverend Horne’s daughters, and their papa, now sadly deceased, has been a big influence on their lives. Now things must change, for their mama has very little money and is at the mercy of her sister’s charity. When Marianne is asked to stay with an ailing great-aunt, she cannot guess that she will be involved with dangerous smugglers, or that she will find love and change her life forever.

I hope, dear reader, that you will enjoy following Marianne’s story and those of her sisters as they struggle against—and overcome—the difficulties fate throws at them.

Look for Jo’s story in

Married by Christmas

and Lucy’s in

Marrying Captain Jack

Coming soon




Marianne and the Marquis

Anne Herries







TORONTO • NEW YORK • LONDON

AMSTERDAM • PARIS • SYDNEY • HAMBURG

STOCKHOLM • ATHENS • TOKYO • MILAN • MADRID

PRAGUE • WARSAW • BUDAPEST • AUCKLAND




ANNE HERRIES


Award-winning author Anne Herries lives in Cambridgeshire, England. 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 invites readers to contact her on her Web site, www.lindasole.co.uk.




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Contents


Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Afterword




Chapter One


London—1813

�They are a particularly nasty lot,’ Captain Jack Harcourt said to his friend when they met at their sporting club that August afternoon. They had enjoyed a bout in the ring under the tuition of the master pugilist, Gentleman Jackson, and, stripped to the waist, their bodies gleamed with sweat. Jack’s opponent was a little taller and more muscular, but they were evenly matched. �If you take this on, you must understand that you risk your life if you are caught.’

Andrew, Lord Beck, Marquis of Marlbeck, doused himself under the pump in the yard and grinned at his friend of many years. They were alike in so many ways that they might have been blood kin, but in fact there was no relationship other than the bond they had forged fighting together in Portugal and Spain.

�If I were fool enough to get caught, I should deserve my fate,’ he said, his eyes bright with mockery. �Do not fear, Jack. I shan’t let you down. I may have been forced to sell my commission, but I haven’t gone soft. If this spy is to be found where you say, I am your man.’

�I didn’t imagine you had lost your nerve for a moment. I rely on you to get to the bottom of this,’ Jack told him. �Because of him, seven of our friends died, Drew—and there were the men that served with us. At least twenty died needlessly that day, and who knows how many more? I want revenge for them, as I know you do. I would investigate this tale myself, but I have been seconded to special duties for Wellington.’

�You believe the spy was one of our own?’ Drew looked at him through narrowed eyes. �Someone we fought with, ate with…’ He frowned, tasting the bitterness he had tried so hard to put behind him these past months. �I like not the thought of that, Jack.’

The memory of all that they and their comrades had shared out there, of the pain, fear and grief at seeing the men they knew and cared for die in agony, was sharp in his mind.

�It makes me sick to my stomach,’ Jack replied. �If I could think otherwise, I should be a happier man—but everything leads me to believe that we were betrayed that day by an Englishman—and that even now he is working for Bonaparte.’

�My God!’ Drew’s eyes glinted with anger. He could never forget that day in Spain when he and a small detachment of his men had been sent on what was supposed to be a surprise sortie against the French. The enemy had somehow known of their coming and, though Jack, two others and Drew had escaped with their lives, seven of their comrades had been cut down as well as a number of the men that followed them. �If I find him, he should say his last prayers!’

�No, that is not the way,’ Jack warned him. �He must hang for his sins, Drew. If you take summary justice you are no better than he and his accomplices.’

�You think there was more than one involved?’

�One Englishman—the others are undoubtedly French.’

�And you think that they are now running this smuggling gang?’

�The smuggling is a cover for their other activities,’ Jack said. �I am sure that the spy comes and goes with the French ship, which brings in brandy, silks and laces under cover of darkness. But the Englishman is able to mix with people like us and use what he learns against our army. In short, he is a gentleman, or what passes for one. We are far from done with this war, Drew. It will come to a showdown in the end, and Wellington wants this spy caught and hung before he can betray more of our secrets.’

�The devil he does!’ Drew frowned, his eyes glinting with blue fire, which burned cold, black ice at its centre. �Well, I shall do my best to bring the traitor to heel.’ He clapped his friend on the shoulder. �It was good to have this time with you, Jack. I miss the old days…’

Drew had been called home when his uncle died—the Marlbeck estate was an important one, and, as his uncle’s heir, he had been expected to sell his commission. It was his duty to care for the land, but with no other family, except a cousin some twenty years his senior, he sometimes found it a lonely task, missing the comradeship he had known in the army.

�You are sure you wish to become involved in this?’ Jack asked. �When Old Hooky suggested you, I thought you would turn it down. I confess I am surprised that you feel able to take something like this on. You must have enough to do with Marlbeck?’

�Duty becomes boring at times,’ Drew said wryly. �Wait until you are forced to settle down, my friend. You may long for adventure.’

�Adventure?’ Jack frowned and wondered. He loved Drew as a friend and a brother, but there had been times when his wildness and temper had led him astray. �This is serious business, Drew. You would be well advised not to forget it.’

�Do not look so doubtful,’ Drew told him. �I assure you that I am over all that…the nightmares hardly trouble me now. And even if they did, I should not let them interfere with my duty. You have asked me to discover the identity of the man who betrayed us—a spy working for the French and using a smuggling gang to cover his activities. I give you my word that I shall do everything I can to bring him to justice.’

�Then Wellington was right,’ Jack said. �You are the man for the work—and here’s my hand on it.’

Drew clasped his hand firmly. No need to tell his friend that if he ever caught the spy, and knew him to be the traitor who had betrayed so many good men, he would kill him.



�Your aunt is coming to tea this afternoon, Marianne,’ Mrs Horne announced as the family sat in their handsome parlour. The Vicarage was a large, substantial house filled with the personal treasures accumulated over the last twenty-five years since Mrs Horne had first come there as a bride. It had a slightly shabby air—money had not been plentiful—but until the last few months that had not bothered the family one whit. However, today there was a slightly apprehensive look in her soft blue eyes, for Cynthia Horne had always been in awe of her sister, and the feeling had grown more overpowering since the tragic death of the Reverend Horne some months earlier. �Her note says that she has something she wishes to discuss with us.’

�Do you think she is going to ask us to live with her?’ Jo asked, pulling a face. She had been cutting out a fashion plate from a magazine given her by some friends, which she intended to make into a doll for one of the poor children in the village. It was an attractive illustration; pasted on to a piece of board, it would make a toy for one of her worthy causes. Jo was always willing to help and had spent the morning visiting a poor family in the village. �I think I would rather not be her guest, Mama.’

�You know we cannot stay here for much longer,’ Marianne reminded her sister. At nineteen she was the eldest of the three Horne sisters and generally accounted a beauty, with her honey-blond hair and eyes that were a greenish-blue and often reflected her moods. She had a soft, very appealing mouth and was known for her equable disposition. �It is only because the living is in Lord Wainwright’s gift that we have been allowed this special favour—and we cannot expect it to continue for ever. We ought by rights to have left within a month of Papa’s loss.’

The Reverend Horne’s death had been such a shock to his family, for he had always seemed hale and filled with energy, forever working for his parishioners or in his long back garden, where he thought it no shame to grow food for his table and that of others.

�We need not despair,’ Mrs Horne said, trying to rally herself as much as her daughters, because any mention of the Reverend’s death was enough to have them all in tears. He was much missed by his family and parishioners alike. �There is always the cottage that belonged to your grandfather. It is mine, though it has been let for years and provides me with a small income of my own. However, we could live in it if we had to. I know it means moving to Cambridgeshire, but I think I might prefer that to living on Agatha’s charity, which would not be comfortable for any of us.’

�Please, do not say we must live with Lady Wainwright,’ Lucy cried. Her blue eyes filled with tears. �If only darling Papa had not died. He was such a good person, always helping others. Why did he have to get pneumonia and die? I think God was cruel to take him from us.’ The youngest of the three sisters, she was her family’s darling. She burst into tears and was comforted by her eldest sister, who put an arm around her and hushed her.

�Don’t cry, dearest,’ Marianne said, stroking Lucy’s soft hair, which was like pale silk, shimmering in a ray of sunshine that pierced the long windows overlooking the back garden. Just now the garden was a mass of roses and sweet-smelling flowers, a peaceful haven for the birds and droning bees. �We all wish that Papa was still with us, but tears will not change things. We have to decide what to do for the best. Uncle Wainwright has been good enough to let us stay here until we have had time to come to terms with our loss, but he needs to provide a proper house for the new vicar—and this is his property.’

Lord Wainwright was a generous man, and Marianne knew that her family had reason to be grateful to him, but his wife, her mama’s sister, lost no opportunity to make them aware of the fact that they were living on her husband’s charity. Lady Wainwright was very conscious of her position in society and had always let her sister know that she was very much below her in the social scale as the wife of a poor parson.

�But it is our home,’ Jo said. �It is unfair that we should have to move. Why can the new vicar not live somewhere else? Lord Wainwright has plenty of houses. He could let us stay here if he wished.’

�Because this is the Vicarage,’ Marianne said. Jo was the fiery member of the family. She had hair the colour of flame and eyes that were sometimes as green as the emerald in Mama’s wedding ring. �Uncle Wainwright may let us live in one of his other properties, but we must leave this house soon. It is the way things are, Jo, and there is nothing we can do but be grateful that we shall still have a home.’

�Can you not talk to him, Mama?’ Jo demanded, unwilling to be pacified by her sister. �He likes you. I sometimes think he likes you more than he does Aunt Agatha.’

�Jo!’ Mrs Horne was startled. She was well aware that her sister’s husband had feelings for her, but she was careful never to presume on them. �You must not say such things. It is quite untrue, my dear. Besides—’ She broke off as they heard the rattle of carriage wheels at the front of the house. �Your aunt is here. Please, my darlings, no more of this talk. Remember that for the moment we are living on your uncle’s charity.’

Jo subsided, though she looked stubborn. Of the three girls, she possibly found it the hardest to hide her resentment of the problems that had beset them since the Reverend Horne’s untimely death. She had a bright, quick mind like her father, and she had taken his loss hard. Marianne and Lucy grieved for Papa, as Mama did, of course, but it was Jo who was angry at the unfairness of their situation. The discovery that Papa’s trust fund, as a younger son, had ceased on his death, had thrown the family into a precarious situation financially.

Marianne smiled at her sister encouragingly. She understood what Jo was feeling, because she had never been particularly fond of her aunt. Lady Wainwright had a dominant personality and her marriage had given her an inflated idea of her own importance. A woman of some temper, she tended to look down on Mrs Horne because she had married for love a gentleman of good birth but little fortune—and perhaps, the perceptive Marianne thought, because she was aware that her sister had been truly loved.

Marianne rose to her feet as the imperious figure of her aunt swept into the room. Lady Wainwright was tall and thin, her features often giving the impression that she found life sour. She surveyed her sister’s family as they curtsied politely, nodding as if she expected no less. They were beneath her in rank, and must be made aware of what they owed to their benefactor.

�Cynthia,’ she said and kissed the air as Mrs Horne presented her cheek. �You look tired. I suppose it is no wonder with all your troubles. Well, I have good news. Wainwright says you may have the Lodge. It is smaller than this house, but adequate, I dare say, for you cannot afford to entertain as you did. You will move as soon as it can be arranged.’

�That is good of him…’ Mrs Horne was flustered, relieved that she was being offered a home, though there were only three bedrooms at the Lodge, which would mean that two of the girls must share, and their maid Lily would have to sleep in the kitchen on a truckle bed. �It is very kind of him, I’m sure.’

�Yes, for he need not have done anything,’ Lady Wainwright said, �and would not but for the fact that you are my sister.’ She smiled in a satisfied way as she saw her sister fade back into her chair. �But that is not all my news. I must tell you that my physician has decided I need to take the waters in Bath.’ She put a hand to her ample bosom, just now clad in crimson silk. �Wainwright insists that I overdid things when we were in London. It was Annette’s coming out, as you know, and now that she is safely married I have time for your daughters, Cynthia.’

Marianne and Jo exchanged glances across the room, their expressions registering shock and dismay. Neither of them wished to be the centre of Lady Wainwright’s attention, but they knew that it must be one of them, for Lucy was too young to come out yet.

�But we…’ Mrs Horne subsided under her sister’s frightful eye. �Of course we should be grateful for the house, but—’

�You did not look for anything more,’ Lady Wainwright finished for her. �And why should you? The tenancy of the Lodge is extremely generous of Wainwright—but this is to fall on my shoulders. I have decided that I shall take Marianne to Bath with me. I believe she will have plenty of chances to find a good match there, for she could not normally expect to look higher than a younger son, though as my niece she may gain some credit. I might have taken her to London with Annette, but I thought it a waste of money and time. Annette is an heiress and received several excellent offers, as you know—but Marianne must settle for something less. I hope that she may catch a baronet if she is fortunate, but, if not, a gentleman of some reasonable fortune will do well enough.’ She looked at Marianne expectantly. �There, miss, what have you to say to your aunt? Is that not more than you could ever have hoped for?’

�Yes, indeed,’ Marianne answered. She clasped her hands in front of her, because it would not do to speak as she felt. Every sensibility cried out at her aunt’s words, making her embarrassed and angry. Had Lady Wainwright couched her invitation in another way, she might have been grateful for the opportunity, but as it was she could hardly keep from letting her anger show. �It was kind of you to think of me…’

Mrs Horne saw her daughter struggling and understood her resentment. Fortunately, a knock at the door heralded the arrival of Lily with the tea tray, and for a few minutes they were occupied by the pouring and serving of tea, tiny cakes and biscuits, all freshly made by the girl that morning under Mrs Horne’s expert eye.

�That gel is well mannered and she makes a decent cake,’ Lady Wainwright said as she ate three of the almond comfits one after the other and then sipped her tea. �If she ever leaves your employ, I should be happy to take her.’

�I am sure she would be gratified to know that,’ Mrs Horne told her, �but I simply couldn’t manage without her, Agatha. She has been invaluable and offered to work just for her bed and board when she knew how we are situated. Of course I pay her what I can, but I am afraid it isn’t much.’

�Lily knows you would give her more if you could,’ Jo said. She had watched her aunt’s hand reach for the last of the almond comfits, which were her favourites, and felt cheated, because she hadn’t managed to save one for herself. �Besides, she loves being with us. I am sure she would rather live with us than at the Hall.’

�You are very outspoken, Josephine,’ Lady Wainwright said. �I wonder that your mother allows you to speak your mind so openly—but I dare say it is all of a piece. Cynthia never was a disciplinarian.’

Jo opened her mouth, but shut it again at a warning look from her elder sister. She got up and went over to glance out of the window. Seeing the curate walking towards the house, she excused herself to her mother and ran out through the French doors to greet him.

�Well, really,’ Lady Wainwright exclaimed. �You must teach that girl better manners, Cynthia. Otherwise she will never marry.’

�I am not sure that Jo wishes to marry,’ her mother said with a fond look at her second daughter as she stood talking to the curate. �She is rather a bluestocking, I am afraid, though where that came from I do not know. I suppose her father, for it is not from me. I was never much given to study.’

�You were always something of a featherbrain in your youth,’ Lady Wainwright said. Marianne made a movement of protest for it was not the truth, but her mother’s expression prevented her from speaking out. �However, we shall not draw comparisons. Marianne is decidedly the beauty of the family, and she does get that from you, for you were a beauty in your day, Cynthia.’

�How kind of you to say so,’ Cynthia said and smiled faintly. �I believe I was admired once upon a time.’

�You are still very handsome,’ Marianne said, rushing to her defence. �No one could think otherwise.’

�Yes, I agree,’ Lady Wainwright said, surprising them. �I think you might make another match if you set your mind to it, Cynthia, which would be much the best for you if it could be achieved—that is why Marianne must make a good marriage. She will then be able to introduce her sisters into her circle and perhaps you, too, may meet someone suitable.’

�Oh, no, I do not think—’ Once again Mrs Horne was saved by the arrival of her maid, this time bearing a letter. �Yes, Lily, is that for me?’

�Yes, it is, ma’am,’ Lily said and beamed at her. �It has come all the way from Cornwall and the post rider says that he is to return for your reply in the morning—unless you wish to give it now?’

�That sounds urgent,’ Cynthia said and took the letter. She broke the seal in an agitated manner, because she knew it must be from Lady Edgeworthy, her Aunt Bertha. She scanned the lines swiftly and then closed her eyes for a moment. �Oh, dear, it seems that my Aunt Bertha has been ill, Marianne, and she begs that you go to her at once, for she needs a companion.’

�Marianne is to come to Bath with me,’ Lady Wainwright cried. �You must write and tell Lady Edgeworthy that it is impossible—or send one of the other girls.’

Cynthia sat up straight in her chair, because she was caught on the horns of a dilemma, but for once she was not prepared to give in to her sister. �I am sorry, Agatha,’ she said. �Marianne is Bertha’s godchild and I think, in this instance, I must deny your request. Bertha is elderly and possibly frail. I know that she loves Marianne dearly, and I think she must take precedence this time.’

Lady Wainwright gave her an awful look. It was on the tip of her tongue to say that she would withdraw her favours from the family, but she knew that it was not in her power to deny them the Lodge. Wainwright had been most insistent that he wanted to give them a home of their own, and had even inclined towards letting them stay at the Vicarage. His wife had persuaded him that it would look odd if he did, so he had substituted the Lodge, though he had told his wife that he might look out for a larger establishment for them in time.

�Well, I suppose if she has been ill…’ Lady Wainwright rose to her feet. �I shall have to think about this again, Cynthia. I am not sure whether or not Josephine is ready to go out into society, but I will let you know my decision in a few days.’

Marianne smiled and went to kiss her aunt’s cheek. �It was very kind of you to think of me, Aunt,’ she said. �But I am sure my great-aunt needs me or she would not have sent all this way and paid for a reply.’

�No, perhaps not.’ Lady Wainwright nodded. �You are a good girl to give up pleasure for yourself in favour of Lady Edgeworthy. I shall consider whether I think Josephine is ready to accompany me to Bath, but I must confess I should have been happier with you.’

Marianne made no answer, but went to the door to see her aunt off. She returned to find the parlour in turmoil. Jo had returned to the room and was venting her frustration at not being able to tell Lady Wainwright what she thought of her invitation, and Mrs Horne was trying to soothe her.

�You never know, she may decide that you are not good mannered enough to accompany her,’ Marianne said with a sparkle in her eyes. She dodged the cushion Jo threw at her. �Well, you do not exactly put on your best manner when she is near, Jo—do you?’

�Perhaps not,’ her sister said, her cheeks pink. �But she is so—so smug!’

�Yes, she is,’ Marianne agreed. �And some of the things she says to Mama make me want to strike her, but we must be careful. Politeness keeps us from saying too much—and her husband has done a great deal to help us these past months.’

�Indeed he has,’ Mrs Horne said. �I do not know how we should have managed without him. Besides, you will meet others like your aunt in company, Jo. You have to learn to bite your tongue, my dear. It will not do to be churlish or ill mannered, for you would soon find yourself unwelcome.’

�I know,’ Jo said and looked slightly ashamed. �But she does try my patience so. If she asks me to accompany her to Bath, I need not go—please say I may refuse her, Mama.’

�I cannot compel you to go,’ Mrs Horne said and looked distressed. �But it will make things so difficult, Jo, my dear. You know your aunt as well as I—and, besides, it might be a good thing for you. She is sure to buy you some new clothes, and you may meet someone nice.’

�I am not sure that I wish to marry,’ Jo reminded her. �It is a pity that I am not Aunt Bertha’s godchild—I would willingly exchange places with Marianne.’

�You might enjoy yourself in Bath,’ Marianne reasoned. �You are always saying that there are never enough books in the library in Mallham, Jo. I dare say there will be many more in Bath, for it is a fashionable spa.’

Mallham was the small neighbouring village, and their nearest town was Huntingdon, a drive of some fifteen miles. While the Reverend Horne had lived, they had managed to visit the town every few weeks to purchase or borrow books, but now, without the carriage that they could no longer afford, it was impossible.

�Yes, I suppose there is that,’ Jo agreed, looking thoughtful. �And there may be some literary circles I might join for the time we are there.’

�There is also the matter of Lucy’s future,’ Mrs Horne said. �I know she is young yet, but she will wish to marry one day, and I shall never be in a position to give her a Season in town. Your godmother may do something for you, Marianne, and Jo may find a husband in Bath…if she wishes—but what of Lucy?’

The sisters turned to look at Lucy. She was sitting by the window, looking out, her head full of dreams, hardly aware of the discussion going on behind her, but she turned to look at them and smiled.

�Did someone speak my name? I was dreaming again…of a knight on a white horse who came and rescued me from the castle of the wicked witch. He took me to his home in a land where the sun always shines, and then I sent for all of you to come and live with me. And we were all happy ever after.’

�Oh, Lucy,’ Mrs Horne said and shook her head, smiling because, though she tried very hard not to favour her, Lucy was her baby and her darling. �You read too many fairy stories, my love. I fear that you will be disappointed one day when you discover that the knights you dream of are only fables.’

�Oh, I know that,’ Lucy replied, uncurling from her seat in the window and coming towards them. She was perhaps potentially prettier than either of her sisters with hair that floated like white gold about her face and made her look like one of the princesses she dreamed of, her eyes a deep-sea blue that seemed as mysterious as the ocean. �I just like to dream because everything is so awful. I did hear what my aunt said, but neither Marianne or Jo want to go with her. Do they have to, Mama?’

�I am not certain that I shall refuse after all,’ Jo said and put an affectionate arm about Lucy’s waist. �It will be an experience, and an author must experience life to write about it…’ She waited expectantly for their questions.

�Jo?’ her mother asked anxiously. �Just what are you up to?’

�I have decided to write a book,’ Jo said and laughed as her mother looked shocked. �It is not so very wicked, Mama. Other ladies do it and I think I should like to try, though of course I cannot afford to have it published, and I do not imagine a publisher would pay me. However, for my own pleasure and that of my sisters, I shall write my story.’

�How exciting,’ Lucy said. �Will it have knights and princesses in towers, Jo?’

�No, I don’t think so,’ she said. �It will be a love story, Lucy, though it may not end as your fairy stories do with everyone living happily ever after.’

�I shall look forward to hearing you read little bits of it,’ Marianne said, �though we may have to wait for a while, because I think I should go down to Aunt Bertha almost immediately, do you not, Mama?’

�Oh yes,’ her mother said and clapped her hand to her mouth. �Do you suppose that poor boy is still waiting for my answer?’

�I asked him to return in the morning when I went to the door with my aunt, Mama. I knew you would wish to consider your reply. He will be here at seven of the clock tomorrow so that your letter may catch the mail coach at half-past seven.’

�How thoughtful you are, dearest,’ her mother said, giving her a look of approval. �I hope that you did not mind giving up the visit to Bath in favour of your godmother?’

�You must know that I did not,’ Marianne said. �It is always a pleasure to see Aunt Bertha, and I could not do otherwise when she wrote and asked for me especially. I expect she feels lonely, though I know she has a companion.’

�I thought you would feel as you ought,’ her mother said with a smile. �We must go through your clothes, Marianne. Fortunately, you had a new evening dress last year, which you have hardly worn, but we must see if we can manage something further—I would not have you go there in rags.’

�I am not yet reduced to that,’ Marianne said and laughed. �Indeed, several of my gowns will be perfectly suitable with a little refurbishment.’

�You must have at least one new gown,’ her mother said with a fond smile. �I had been saving my shillings for your birthdays, but I think Marianne’s gown should come first—do you all agree?’

�Yes, of course,’ Jo said. �Aunt Wainwright will not have me shame her so she is bound to have some dresses made for me. You don’t mind, do you, Lucy?’

�Of course not,’ Lucy said, though her birthday was in a few weeks’ time. �Marianne must have some new clothes.’

�We shall go into Huntingdon and buy them,’ Mrs Horne said. �There is no time to waste, Marianne. We shall take the mail coach in the morning—all of us. It will be a treat and we surely deserve it after these past few months.’

The girls looked at each other in delight. Jo thought of the books she might subscribe from the library, Lucy thought of the adventure it would be to ride in the mail coach, and Marianne was wondering how much ribbon and trifles she could buy with five shillings, which was all the money she possessed in the world.



However, Mama had been hoarding her shillings for some time and she actually had ten pounds in her purse when they descended from the coach the following day.

There was but one shop in the small town that sold gowns already made up, and they set off immediately, because Jo wanted to help her sister choose her new clothes before visiting the library.

In the event, Mrs Herrington had three gowns in stock that would fit Marianne: a pale blue silk with a high waist and little puff sleeves that would do for an evening party, a dark blue walking gown and a yellow afternoon dress. All three looked well on Marianne, needing only a few tucks here and there, which she could easily do herself. After some deliberation she decided that she would need the evening gown the most, but the seamstress saw their difficulty and told Mrs Horne that she could make a good price for all three.

�Oh, no, Mama, that would be much too expensive. I can easily refurbish some of my others with new ribbons and some silk flowers,’ Marianne protested.

�How much for the three?’ Mrs Horne asked bravely. She kept her smile in place when she was told that the evening gown was five guineas, but twelve would buy all three gowns.

�Oh, dear, I am afraid that is beyond me,’ Mrs Horne said and frowned. �It is very reasonable, madam, but too much for me. We shall take the evening gown, but must say no to the others.’

The seamstress looked disappointed. �They were made for a customer who did not pay her bills,’ the seamstress replied. �I am letting them go at cost to recover some of my money.’

�I wish we might take all three,’ Mrs Horne said. �But it cannot be done. If you would be kind enough to have it delivered to the posting inn, madam. We have some more shopping to do.’ She smiled at Marianne. �You will need slippers, too, my love—and a bonnet if we can manage it.’

�It is a beautiful dress, Mama,’ Marianne said as they left the shop afterwards. �But expensive.’

�I should have liked to purchase all three,’ Mrs Horne said. �But we shall buy some material from the market and you and Jo can make at least one afternoon dress before you leave if you each do some of the sewing.’

�I’ll help, too,’ Lucy said and then laughed, for she was not yet as clever a seamstress as her sisters, being inclined to fall into a dream over her work.

�Yes, you can help, dearest,’ Marianne said and smiled at her. �Besides, I have several dresses that can be refurbished with new sashes and some fresh lace.’

�I have some lace put by,’ her mama said. �Yes, I dare say it will be enough, Marianne—and who knows, your aunt might give you something.’

�You do not mean Aunt Wainwright?’ Marianne frowned. �I had rather not, Mama.’

�I meant my aunt Bertha,’ Mrs Horne said and smiled. �Now, let us see what else we can buy…’

Two pairs of slippers and a pair of boots were bought next, but the bonnets proved too expensive. Marianne purchased some ribbons to refurbish her old ones, and a bunch of silk flowers. Both she and Jo were good at making and trimming their hats, and it was something they enjoyed doing together.

Jo had slipped away to the library while they were purchasing some small items from Mama’s remaining shillings, and returned with an armful of books for herself and Lucy. Her young sister was delighted with the illustrated copy of fables and thanked her sister with a hug and a kiss.

After partaking of some bread and honey and tea at the inn, they collected their parcels and climbed wearily into the coach heading home.

�Well, that was a splendid day,’ Mrs Horne said. �I shall save my money again for some months and then we may do it again—perhaps for Lucy next time, because I am sure that Agatha will give you a generous sum to purchase your clothes, Jo. She would not allow you to appear with her in Bath looking dowdy.’

�Yes, I dare say,’ Jo replied. She already had her nose in a book and was lost in a world of her own.

Mrs Horne gave her a rueful look. Jo was the least easy to manage of her daughters and she dreaded to think what might happen if she accompanied her aunt to Bath.



When they arrived back at the Vicarage, it was to discover that a letter had come from Lord Wainwright. In it, he said that he would be sending Marianne to Cornwall in one of his own carriages. She might therefore seek a refund on the public coach ticket that her godmother had purchased for her, and he had sent a small purse of gold sovereigns, which, once opened and counted, amounted to twenty pounds.

�Oh, Mama,’ Marianne said in awe. �It is far too much. We must send it back. I could not take all that from my uncle.’

�Nonsense,’ Mrs Horne said and smiled. �It is good of him, to be sure, and I did not expect it—but he would be offended if we returned it. You must write him a letter, my dear, and thank him for his kindness.’

�I am very willing to do so,’ Marianne said, �if you think we may accept such generosity?’

�Yes, of course. You will need some money in your purse and I was wondering whether I might sell my pearls…but now I can give them to you to wear, for you have nothing but your silver locket.’

�Oh, Mama…’ Marianne glowed. �I shall keep them safe and give them back to you when I return. And I want you to take the ten pounds you spent for my clothes today, if you please. Ten pounds is more than enough for me.’

�I shall take five, if you wish,’ Mrs Horne said. �Perhaps Lucy and I will have a day in Huntingdon when you two are away.’

�Please take the ten pounds,’ Marianne said. �I felt very guilty to be spending all your money, Mama. You may need it and I shall be quite content with what I have.’

�Had we known he intended to give you something we might have purchased all three of those pretty gowns, my love,’ Mrs Horne said, looking regretful.

�I am very pleased with the material we bought, and that roll of blue velvet from the market was so cheap that there is enough for both Jo and Lucy to have something as well.’

�You have such a generous nature,’ Mrs Horne said. �Your papa told me so often that you would make all our fortunes, because you were bound to marry well. He was sure that one day you would meet a young aristocrat at your uncle’s house—or a guest of the Marquis of Marlbeck…’

�I have never met anyone I liked particularly at one of Aunt Wainwright’s dinners,’ Marianne said. �All her friends seem so proud and disagreeable, Mama. And you know that we were never invited to dine at Marlbeck, though of course we went to the open day in the garden as all the marquis’s neighbours did.’

�Well, he has died, poor man,’ Mrs Horne said and sighed. �As yet no one has met his heir. I have heard that he spends most of his time in London, but I do not know how true that may be.’

�Even if he lived here, it would change nothing,’ Marianne said and smiled at her mother. �He is probably very proud—like his uncle—and I am sure he would not wish to marry the daughter of a parson, even one as beautiful as Lucy.’

�Well, it does not matter,’ her mother said. �All I want is for you to be happy, dearest. If it pleases you to marry a good man with no fortune, I shall not blame you.’

�Oh, Mama,’ Marianne said, smiling at her through eyes misted with tears. �We were all so fortunate to have dearest Papa. I am sure that none of us would consider marrying a man who did not match up to him.’



Alone in her room later that night, Marianne sat at the window and looked out at the night sky. The garden was in shadow—the moon had gone behind clouds and there were no stars to be seen. She had opened her window wide, because it was a warm night and she did not feel like sleeping. Her thoughts were busy with the visit to her great-aunt and her hopes for the future. Marriage had been a distant possibility until recently, because she had known that the lack of a dowry might hamper her chances, even if friends and family universally acclaimed her as a beauty. Her father’s curate, Thomas Rowan, liked her very much, possibly enough to ask her to marry him, but he could not afford to take a wife just yet and Marianne was not certain of her answer if he did ask her.

However, she was relieved that she had been spared the visit to Bath with Lady Wainwright, for she would not have cared to be paraded on the marriage mart. Her only true experience of high society had been met with in her aunt’s house, and it had led her to have a dislike of aristocrats. She much preferred the company of ordinary, good-natured folk like her papa and the neighbours she was accustomed to meeting.

She was not surprised when she heard a knock at her door and then Jo came in, dressed in a white nightgown with pink embroidery about the high neck. She smiled when she saw that Marianne was not in bed, perching on the side of it and tucking her feet underneath her.

�I saw that you had not blown out your candle,’ she said. �I could not sleep for thinking of Lady Wainwright. If she does ask I must go, if only for Lucy’s sake. I am sure I shall not meet anyone who wishes to marry me—and I shall not care for that—but if I do not show willing, Lucy may never get her chance.’ Both sisters were extremely fond of their young sibling and thought her perfect in every way.

�If Aunt Bertha had kept her house open in London, she might have invited us all there,’ Marianne said with a little frown. �I know Mama visited London with her once, and had hopes that we might be invited again. I do not mind for myself, Jo, because I would as soon not marry a man of high birth—but Lucy ought to have her chance.’

�You are the beauty,’ Jo said and looked at her elder sister fondly. �Lucy may match you in a year or two—but I am cursed with this!’ She scrunched up her red hair, which curled into ringlets naturally and was the bane of her life. �But I know you do not wish for a grand marriage. Perhaps you will meet a pleasant gentleman…someone like Papa…’

�Yes, that would be the most fortunate thing,’ Marianne said and smiled at her, in perfect agreement. �But I am not sure that another such could be found…’

Jo nodded—their father had been the best of men and they both still mourned him sincerely. �Well, I suppose it would be unfair to compare other men to his image,’ she said. �But it would suit you to be married to a clergyman, I think.’

�Yes, perhaps,’ Marianne agreed. �Though I should like to be loved and to love…’

�Romantic love.’ Jo laughed a little scornfully. �I think Mama and Papa cared for each other, but I am not sure that I believe in true love the way Lucy does.’

�No?’ Marianne smiled at her sister. �I think if one is lucky it does happen, dearest—but undoubtedly many marriages are for reasons other than love.’

�Such as the marriage Aunt Wainwright would have had you make?’ Jo looked angry. �As if you were not far more beautiful than Annette could ever be! She is nothing beside you.’

�Jo dearest,’ Marianne reproved with a loving look that robbed her words of their sting, �you must learn to curb your tongue. It just will not do to say such things in company.’

�Well, my aunt need not take me if she is afraid I may shame her,’ Jo said defiantly. �I am happier at home and would tell her so, except that it might rebound on Lucy—and you also if Great-aunt Bertha sends you home with nothing.’

�I am going to visit her because I care about her,’ Marianne said. �I do not think of a reward, despite Mama’s hopes. I know she worries for us, but I do not particularly mind being poor, Jo. I just wish Papa were still alive. I miss him.’

�We all miss him,’ Jo said. �As for Aunt Wainwright suggesting that Mama might marry again—and Papa hardly cold in his grave!’

�Yes, it was thoughtless of her,’ Marianne agreed. �But I dare say she does not realise how loving Mama and Papa were together.’

Jo nodded and yawned. �Well, I suppose talking will not change things. I shall go to bed and allow you to sleep. We must be up early if we are to have that new afternoon gown ready for you in time…’

�Goodnight, dearest.’ Marianne kissed her cheek.

After her sister left, she got into bed and blew out the candle. However, she lay awake, thinking for some time before she drifted into a peaceful sleep.



Drew stood in the library of Marlbeck Manor, glancing around him, his eye passing over row upon row of leather-bound books that gave the room its immaculate appearance. Not a book out of place, most of them as untouched as they had been the day his uncle had bought them, by the yard in all probability, and few of them worth reading.

His boots rang on the marble floor as he strode into the hall, echoing in the emptiness of what felt like a huge mausoleum. The house was a magnificent piece of architecture, furnished to the highest standards and stuffed with valuable objects from gold snuff boxes to Chinese vases and oil paintings that had been perfected by a master long ago, and he hated it. It was not a home, had never been home to him. For two pins he would sell it or tear it down and build something more comfortable, and yet that would be sacrilege. And he knew that it didn’t belong to him; he was merely the custodian, and he must pass it on one day to someone more deserving.

Perhaps it wasn’t the house that he hated, Drew thought as he stared at a reflection of himself in a magnificent gilt-framed mirror. Maybe it was his life—himself. Since he had been forced to resign from the army and come home to face his responsibilities as the eleventh Marquis of Marlbeck, he had become aware that he was almost as empty as this vast house—empty of anything worthwhile.

He frequented the clubs when he was in town, drank with other young gentlemen, drove his horses and sparred to keep himself fit—but where was the point of it all? At least when he was out there in the thick of battle, not knowing from day to day whether he would survive, he had known who he was and what he wanted of life. Now there was nothing but the prospect of the lonely years stretching ahead.

But at last there was something he could do—something that might ease the anger he had held inside him since his friends were killed…betrayed by a traitor who had traded their lives for gold. If he could bring that man to book, it would at least give some purpose to his life.

His eyes gleamed, self-mockery driving away his fit of the blue devils as he shouted for his manservant. He had promised Jack he would do what he could, and now that his duty was done here for the moment, he would keep his word. Suddenly, he felt better than he had since he came home. It would be a mad adventure, perhaps his last before he did what he knew to be his duty and settled down to finding a wife in order to provide an heir for the estate.

But where would he find a wife that he could bear to live with for more than a month? Most of the young ladies that were paraded under his nose every time he attended a social affair would drive him to distraction within hours. He needed…wanted…he did not know. At times there was a yearning need in him, but he had no idea what it was that he needed…

Suddenly he laughed out loud, the sound of it echoing in the vast hall. What a damned fool! He was like a wounded dog, howling at the moon for no other reason than a feeling of deep loneliness inside.




Chapter Two


Marianne glanced at the woman sitting opposite her in her uncle’s comfortable carriage. Lord Wainwright employed Sally as the housekeeper’s assistant, and he had insisted on sending her with his niece, because she was five and twenty and a capable young woman.

�You will need to break your journey for at least two nights, and if there should be an accident to the coach you might be marooned at an inn for a day or so while the repairs are done. I should be anxious if I thought you alone, Marianne. You are still young and innocent, though I know you are very sensible. However, I should feel easier in my mind if you had Sally Jones to accompany you, because she will look out for you, my dear.’

�Then I shall be very happy to have Sally as my companion for the journey,’ Marianne told him. �You have been so considerate, Uncle, and I cannot thank you enough.’

�You are a good girl and deserve every consideration,’ he had told her and kissed her cheek.

So far her uncle’s fears for her journey had proved unfounded, but it had passed the hours more pleasantly having someone to talk to—though Sally had been sleeping for the past hour or so. Marianne might have followed her example, except that she enjoyed looking out of the window. Her thoughts were already with her great-aunt. It was some years since she had seen Aunt Bertha and she was wondering if she might find her much changed.

Suddenly, the coach halted amidst a jangling of brasses and some juddering that shook Sally awake, making her rub her eyes and look at Marianne in bewilderment.

�What has happened, miss?’

�We have stopped for some reason,’ Marianne said. She looked out of the window. �I think there has been an accident to a coach ahead of us…yes, it appears that several men are helping to push it to the side of the road.’ She opened her door and got down, looking at Lord Wainwright’s groom as he came up to her.

�I had to stop, Miss Horne. I’ll give them a hand and then we’ll soon be on our way again.’

�Yes, of course, George,’ Marianne said. She followed the groom along the narrow country road towards the damaged coach, because she had seen two ladies standing at the edge of the road. They looked upset, as they might well do, the younger almost in tears. �I am so sorry for your misfortune,’ Marianne said. �It could be some time before your wheel is repaired—may we take you up with us as far as the next inn?’

The older lady looked at her for a moment and then nodded. �How kind of you,’ she said. �We should be glad of that, should we not, Henriette? My grooms may fetch help and follow us with the coach as soon as they are able.’

�Oh…yes, Mama,’ the girl said, but she was not looking at her mother. Her eyes were on one of the gentlemen helping with the carriage. Marianne glanced in the direction of the girl’s gaze, seeing a man with fashionably cropped black hair. He had taken off his coat, his shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbows. He looked to be very strong and was directing the operations, but as he did not glance their way, Marianne could not see his face. The two ladies followed her to the coach and climbed inside.

�I should introduce myself,’ the older of the two said. �I am Lady Forester and this is my daughter Henriette. We are on our way to stay with friends in Devon.’

�I am Marianne Horne, and I am visiting my great-aunt. She has been unwell and needs some company.’

�Ah, yes, illness always makes one so low,’ Lady Forester said.

�Yes…’ Marianne glanced out of the window as she heard a shout. �They have moved your carriage, Lady Forester. We should be on our way at any moment now.’

As she spoke, the man who had been directing operations turned in their direction and looked towards their coach. Marianne could see his face now. He was attractive with a strong, determined face and eyes that looked a very dark blue. He was such a striking man that she was not surprised that Henriette had been more interested in watching him than listening to her mama. For a moment his eyes seemed to dwell on Marianne’s face and she was aware of a peculiar flutter in her stomach. He was so…very masculine, so very different to every other man she had met in her sheltered life. Her cheeks felt a little warm and she looked down. When she dared to look again, he had turned away and was about to mount his horse.

�It was kind of that gentleman to help us, was it not, Mama?’ Henriette said.

�Yes,’ her mama agreed. �But no more than any decent man would do, I dare say.’ She spoke dismissively, as if the gentleman were of no consequence to her mind, though her daughter’s face reflected rather different feelings towards their gallant rescuer.

As their carriage drew level with him, the man glanced towards it once more. For a moment Marianne gazed into eyes that were so blue and bright that she felt suddenly breathless. Something about him made her heart race for no reason at all that she could think of. He looked directly at her, his eyes bold and challenging. He did not drop his gaze, continuing to stare at her until they had passed him. It was unsettling to be looked at in that way, and she decided that he was not a gentleman, for surely a gentleman would never have looked at any lady in that way, particularly one he did not know. Meeting Henriette’s gaze across the carriage, she saw the slightly wistful expression and smiled, understanding that the girl had been smitten. She was very young, not much above Lucy’s age, and the incident must have seemed like something out of a fairy tale perhaps…a handsome prince riding to their rescue.

�Tell me, Miss Forester,’ she said. �Do you read much?’

�Oh yes,’ the girl replied, her face lighting up. �I love the romantic poets, do I not, Mama?’

Her mother agreed that she did and the conversation turned towards various poets they all admired. In this way the time passed pleasantly enough until Marianne was able to set them down at the next inn.



�Well, that was an adventure,’ Sally said, once they were on their way again. �It is a pity they were not going to Cornwall, miss. The young lady would have been a nice friend for you.’

�Yes, perhaps,’ Marianne said. �She was charming, her mother, too—but I dare say we shall not meet again.’

She eased against the cushions, feeling thankful that her uncle had provided her with such a comfortable mode of transport. They would probably be on the road for at least another two days. For a moment she sighed, wishing that she might have travelled on horseback like the man who had seemed in command when the damaged coach was moved from the road. He would get wherever he was going much faster. For a moment she envied his freedom, thinking how pleasant it would be to be riding on a day like this, and then she shook her head and smiled. How shocking of her to be thinking that she would like to be riding with a man she did not know and never would.



Drew yawned as he leaned his head against the high back of his chair. It was now well past midnight and nothing had happened. Earlier that evening, he had carried his chair to the window, giving himself a clear view of the cove below. He had been lucky to find a suitable property, but it belonged to the Edgeworthy estate and had once been home to a cousin of the elderly lady who owned it now. His agent had negotiated the lease for him, telling him that the lady’s man of business had been very willing to rent it to Drew for a few months. He had found the local man eager to be of service when they arrived the previous day.

He had given Drew the key, saying, �You will find it a solid house, though nothing has been done to it for years, Mr Beck. The last occupier fell to his death from the cliff path and Lady Edgeworthy thought it best to shut the place down. However, she will be happy to rent it to you for as long as you wish.’

�That is most kind of her,’ Drew said. �As I told you, I am here for my health…’ He gave a little cough behind his hand. �Sea air and exercise will benefit me greatly, and I like to watch the gulls as they circle over the cliffs.’

�Well, if you feel it will suit you. I’ve had the house cleaned, of course—shall I hire a woman to cook and clean for you every day?’

�Thank you for having the house cleaned,’ Drew said, �but I have brought my manservant—he will care for me as he always does.’

Drew was smiling to himself as that servant entered the room, carrying a decanter of brandy and a glass on a small tray, which he set down on a table nearby.

�Will you be wanting me again this evening, sir?’

�No, thank you, Robbie. If I were you, I should get some sleep. You will have enough to do in the next few weeks—and I may need you one of these nights.’

�Right you are, Captain.’

�It’s just Mr Beck for the moment,’ Drew reminded him gently. Robbie had been his batman in Spain, and had returned to the estate with him when he sold out, caring for his personal needs much as he had while they were both soldiers. He knew that some of his neighbours, and indeed the other servants at the Manor, found it an odd arrangement, for Robbie was no picture-book hero with his scarred face and black patch over one eye. �We want to appear as ordinary as possible. I am recovering from illness and you are my faithful manservant.’

�Yes, sir,’ Robbie replied. �It might be better if you called me Harris—some might find Robbie a mite familiar. You can get away with it as Marlbeck, but not as Mr Beck, I believe.’

�Yes, perhaps you are right,’ Drew acknowledged. �But when we are alone it does not matter, Robbie.’

�Right you are, Captain.’

Drew grinned as his servant left the room. Robbie never missed a trick, and perhaps it was his intelligence and his dry humour that had forged the bond between them. Robbie had patched Drew’s wounded shoulder with the same dexterity as he repaired his uniform, his manner usually polite but direct, though it had sometimes bordered on insolence when he considered that his officer was stepping out of line. And there had been times during his wild days when the only man who could steady him with a word or a look had been his faithful batman. Drew had been damned lucky to find such a loyal friend to serve him!

He had chosen to bring Robbie as his confidant in this mad adventure, for it was as such he saw it, knowing that he could rely on the man to keep his mouth shut and do whatever he asked of him. The agent had provisioned the house before they came down, and for the past two days they had lived in splendid isolation, eating their way through the generous hamper his chef at Marlbeck had prepared. When that was finished, it would be plain rations, because Robbie’s cooking was not his best asset.

Drew hoped they would not receive many visitors up here, which was one of the reasons he had chosen the house, but he knew that he ought out of politeness to pay at least one social call. He must visit Lady Edgeworthy, if only to introduce himself.

He looked out of the window again. The moon was full and the sky clear of clouds. It was unlikely the smugglers would risk landing this night, because they would be too easily seen. He might as well follow his own advice, and go to bed.

For a moment the picture of a woman’s face came into his mind. She had taken up the stranded passengers from the damaged coach he had helped to manoeuvre from the road the previous day. Something about her face had made him stare, possibly too long and too intently, for as her carriage passed him he had seen a spark of anger in her eyes. He smiled at the memory, suspecting that she was as spirited as she was beautiful, though undoubtedly a lady. And not at all the meek woman he had envisaged as making his wife one day in the hope of an heir. She was far too good for a man such as he, for he knew that he would break the heart of an innocent girl. Far better to find a widow who would tolerate his restless nature for the sake of a comfortable life.

Besides, it was unlikely that he would ever see the beauty again.



�Marianne, my dear,’ Great-aunt Bertha said and kissed the girl’s soft cheek as she entered the parlour that afternoon. �I am so pleased that you could come. I was afraid that the journey would be too tiresome for you, but I see that your Uncle Wainwright was good enough to send you in his carriage, and that was kind of him.’

�Yes, very kind,’ Marianne said. �We were more than three days on the road and it was tiring, though we had no accidents ourselves. Also, it meant that I was able to get a refund on the ticket you purchased for me, Aunt. I have the money in my purse and shall give it to you later.’

�I would not dream of accepting it,’ Lady Edgeworthy said. She was a small, thin lady with wiry grey hair hidden beneath a lace cap and bright eyes. �Keep the money, Marianne. I intend to make you an allowance and that may be a part of it. You must have some money in your pocket, my dear.’

�Even after I gave Sally a guinea before she left for her kindness to me on the journey here, I have ten pounds of my own and the fifty shillings I was refunded. I assure you that I have never been half as rich in my life.’

�Well, I am pleased to hear it,’ Lady Edgeworthy said, her soft mouth curving in a smile. �However, you will need things for yourself, my dear. I am hoping that you will stay with me for a long visit. You are young and naturally you will marry one day. It is my intention to set up a trust fund for you, which will become your dowry when you are wed. You are my goddaughter and I have always intended to do something for you, and now it is done we may forget it.’

�You are too generous,’ Marianne said and blushed. �I am sure I did not expect it.’

�We shall say no more of the business,’ Lady Edgeworthy told her. �I just wanted you to know that you will not be penniless, Marianne. I may do something for your mama, too, but that is for the future.’ She smiled at her great-niece. �Do you think you can be happy here with me?’

�Yes, of course,’ Marianne replied without hesitation. �I never realised it was so beautiful here, Aunt Bertha. I shall enjoy walking on the cliffs, and perhaps on the beaches, too.’

�Most of them are quite safe,’ her great-aunt told her. �But the cove can quickly become a trap if the tide turns. The water sweeps in there very swiftly and it is difficult to climb the steep path, unless you know it well.’

�I shall remember,’ Marianne said and thanked her. �But I have not asked how you are. Your letter said that you have been ill?’

�Oh, I had a chill and it left me feeling low,’ Lady Edgeworthy said. �You must not think me an invalid. I still entertain now and then, and occasionally I visit friends, though most of them are kind enough to call on me these days.’

�You gave up the London house, I think?’

�I have lent it to a distant cousin of my late husband’s,’ Lady Edgeworthy said with a slight frown. �You know that I have no children of my own, Marianne. My son died in infancy and I was not blessed with a daughter. Had I had grandchildren, I should have kept it free for them, but as it is…I have no use for it. I do not care to racket about town myself, and Joshua asked if he might rent it from me. I told him that he may use it for as long as he wishes, though he says that in time he intends to settle down in the country.’

�I do not believe I have met your husband’s cousin?’

�Joshua Hambleton,’ Lady Edgeworthy said and looked thoughtful. �In truth I do not know him well, for he had never visited me until a little under a year ago. He is a very quiet, unassuming man, Marianne. He comes down regularly now, and he stays with me then, but his visits are normally no longer than a few days. I dare say you may meet him while you are residing with me.’

�I shall look forward to it,’ Marianne said and looked round as the door opened and a lady came in. She was neither young nor old, but in her middle years; tall and slender, she had light brown hair and eyes. She was dressed plainly, but Marianne thought that she might have looked more attractive if she had dressed her hair in a softer style. She stood up and went forward to greet her great-aunt’s companion. �How are you, Miss Trevor?’

�I am very well, Miss Horne. It will be nice for Lady Edgeworthy having you to stay. I think sometimes we are too quiet here and she feels the lack of company.’

�You do yourself no justice, Jane,’ Lady Edgeworthy told her with a slight frown. �I am content with your company most of the time—but I have been wanting to see my great-niece for ages. I believe you were no more than fifteen when I last visited your home, Marianne?’

�The same age as Lucy is now,’ Marianne told her. �She is so pretty, Aunt. Jo made her a redingote of blue velvet just before I left home, and it suited her so well. We trimmed her best bonnet with matching ribbons and a bunch of blue forget-me-nots.’

�How charming,’ Jane Trevor said, taking her seat. �It must be nice to have sisters to share one’s pleasures with, Miss Horne. I had a brother, but I have not seen him since he ran away to sea as a boy.’

�Mama and Papa longed for a boy, but instead they had three girls to plague them,’ Marianne said and laughed, because it always made her happy to think of her family. �Jo wishes she were a boy, but I’m afraid that she must be bound by the rules of society as we all are. If she had been the son Papa wanted, I think she might have been a lawyer or a surgeon for she is very clever.’

�Ah, yes, that reminds me,’ Lady Edgeworthy said and looked at her companion. �I must ask Doctor Thompson for some more of that peppermint cordial he so kindly made up for me. It certainly helps my digestion.’

�I shall make a note of it and ask him when he calls on Friday.’

�I thought you were better now?’ Marianne asked.

�Oh, Doctor Thompson comes to tea each Friday,’ Lady Edgeworthy told her placidly. She glanced at her companion. �We have known each other many years, and he is a pleasant gentleman—is he not, Jane?’

�Oh…yes, I suppose so,’ Miss Trevor said and blushed. �He was very good to you when you were ill this spring, and I think his remedies have helped you considerably.’

�Yes, well, I dare say they have,’ Lady Edgeworthy said and sighed. �I do not feel quite as I ought…’ She shook her head and looked at Marianne. �But I am sure I shall improve now that you have come to stay, my dear.’

�I do hope so,’ Marianne said, though privately she thought that perhaps loneliness rather than illness had caused her great-aunt’s low spirits. She had retired to this isolated estate in Cornwall, cutting herself off from many of her friends and acquaintances, which was a little sad. In London, she might still have gone into company had she wished.

�Take Marianne upstairs, Jane,’ Lady Edgeworthy said. �We should all change for dinner soon, though it will be just the three of us this evening—but that is no excuse for lowering standards, is it?’

�No, indeed,’ Marianne agreed. She stood up and accompanied the companion from the room, glancing at her curiously once they had left the pretty parlour where her great-aunt still sat. �Was Lady Edgeworthy very ill?’

�It was a nasty chill,’ Jane Trevor said and looked thoughtful. �I think she is much better in herself, but she has not recovered her spirits. I do not know why. She thinks a lot of her life as it was years ago and it makes her unhappy.’

�Does she not go out in company?’

�Very seldom,’ Jane replied. �I do not think she has left the house, other than to walk in the gardens, since last Christmas. Her friends and neighbours call to see her now and then, and she did have a dinner party last time Mr Hambleton was staying, but that was two months ago.’

�It is hardly surprising if she is in low spirits,’ Marianne said. �We must see what we can do to cheer her, Miss Trevor.’

�Please call me Jane…if you wish…’ Jane’s face went pink.

�Yes, of course. There is no reason why we should be formal with each other,’ Marianne said. �I should be happy to do so if you will call me by my name?’

�Thank you,’ Jane said and looked pleased. �It will be nice to have young company in the house.’

Marianne nodded, for she wished to be on good terms with her great-aunt’s companion. �You must tell me the best place for walking here, Jane. Aunt Bertha warned me that the cove can sometimes be dangerous.’

�Oh, yes, I should stay well clear of that if I were you,’ Jane told her, a flash of alarm in her eyes. �It is very dangerous—and there are plenty of beaches just round the corner from there where you may walk safely. If you would care for it, I shall show you how to reach the safe beach in the morning—but there are pretty walks on the estate. We have some lovely rhododendrons, though of course they are over for this year—but you may find it more pleasant to walk on the cliffs, for the views are spectacular on a clear day.’

�Yes, I dare say I may, for sand always gets into one’s shoes, does it not?’

They had reached Marianne’s room and parted as she went inside. It was a large bedchamber, furnished in shades of green and blue with a hint of white here and there. The silk bedspread was made of green quilted silk and very handsome, as were the drapes at the windows, the sofa and stool covered in a deeper shade of blue. Matching chests stood at either side of the bed, and a dressing table with an oval mirror standing on top were placed in front of the window to the right, while a small writing table occupied the similar space before the window to the left. Because of the two windows, it was light and airy.

Marianne’s few possessions had been unpacked, her combs, brushes and scent bottles placed on the dressing table. However, there were silver trinkets littering the tops of occasional tables and some handsome Chinese vases filled with dried flowers helped give the room an air of richness and comfort. Her dresses had been unpacked and were carefully laid on the shelves of the armoire.

Marianne chose one of her older gowns, thinking she would save her new ones for when they had company. She had begun to change when a knock at the door heralded one of Lady Edgeworthy’s maids, who inquired if she could help her dress.

�Thank you, but this dress buttons at the front,’ Marianne told her. �I may need help another evening if we are entertaining, for my best gown is fastened at the back.’

�Would you like me to dress your hair, miss?’

�Thank you, Ruby,’ Marianne said. �I should like to put it up on top, if you please.’

She took her seat at the dressing table, allowing the maid to dress her hair in a smooth double knot at the back of her head, smiling and thanking her when she was finished.

After the girl had left, Marianne glanced at the little silver watch that she wore from a pin on her gown. Papa had given it to her for her seventeenth birthday and she treasured it. It was now ten minutes to six and she went to gaze out of the window before going downstairs. Her view was mostly of the gardens, but in the distance she could see the cliffs—and a house outlined against the sky. It was completely alone, as if it had been built for the use of someone who needed to be near the sea—perhaps the captain of a ship? She imagined the sea captain’s wife standing at her window, looking for the sails of her husband’s ship, and then laughed at herself. More likely it was the coastguard’s house. She knew that on occasion smuggling went on along this Cornish coast, and the house would be ideal for a Revenue officer, though of course her aunt would not permit smuggling in her cove.

She had far too much imagination for her own good! Which was undoubtedly why she had found the gentleman with the intensely blue eyes creeping into her thoughts at the oddest of times.

Hearing a gong sounding within the house, Marianne went downstairs. She found that Aunt Bertha and Jane had already gathered in the drawing room, and dinner was about to be served in the small dining parlour.



Rising early the next morning, Marianne went out to explore the countryside surrounding her great-aunt’s estate. It was warm and still that day, the sea calm, almost flat as Marianne walked along the edge of the cliffs. She stood for a few minutes, looking out towards the sea, watching as some gulls landed on a protrusion of rock a little way from the shore. In rough weather the rocks would be surrounded by foaming water and probably invisible from a ship. It was not surprising that so many ships foundered in these waters.

Something caught her eye in the cove below. A man had appeared from nowhere and was walking towards a small boat that had come inshore. She was too far away to be able to distinguish the man’s features as he waded out to it, but there was something about his appearance that she found odd. He was clearly a seaman, and that in itself was not surprising, but it was the cap he was wearing on his head…the style of it was unusual. It seemed to be made of some material that fitted snugly to his head, hanging down in a sort of tail at the back—and it was red…

It was the style of cap often worn by the French revolutionaries! Marianne recalled the sketches she had seen in one of her father’s newspapers. He had showed it to her because there was a long article about the rights of man and the French revolution.

The man had got into the boat and was being rowed away from the shore. Marianne stood watching as it pulled away. Now that she looked, she could see that a sailing ship was moored out in the bay, clearly waiting to pick up the man she had just seen. Where had he come from—and who was he?

Marianne frowned as she turned away. She did not think the man was a Cornish fisherman, nor that his ship was a small fishing vessel. She thought that both the man and his ship looked French, though she had only her instinct to guide her. She had seldom been to the seaside and had seen very few ocean-going ships, but she had seen pictures in her father’s books and journals.

What was a French ship doing in the bay at this hour? It was early in the morning, but if it were an enemy ship it ran the risk of being discovered by the Revenue men. It was almost sure to be a smuggling vessel if it were French, she thought, wondering why it had not sailed under cover of darkness. Of course, it might be perfectly innocent…

Glancing to her right, she saw that she was not alone in watching the ship. Another man was standing near the house she had seen from her bedroom window, and he was looking out to sea through his spyglass. At that moment he turned his head to look at her. From something in his manner, she felt that he was annoyed to see her there, but he made no move to approach her or to speak to her. And, as she watched, he shut the glass and moved away, clearly intending to climb down the rocky face of the cliffs to the cove below. Recalling her great-aunt’s warnings, she called out to him.

�Be careful, sir. The cliff is unstable and the cove can be treacherous.’

He glanced at her and shook his head, frowning as he saw her, but he did not speak, making a gesture that she took to mean he did not wish her to speak or follow him. Marianne felt a spurt of annoyance. She had merely been trying to help him.

Going to the spot where the steep path was just about passable, she watched as the man descended safely to the beach below. His face was hidden from her, her view only of the top of his head as he climbed down the dangerous cliff face. At the moment only a thin line of sand was visible, and she wondered if that was the reason that the ship had risked being seen in daylight. Perhaps it was only possible to take someone off when the tide was in?

Suddenly, the man with the spyglass disappeared. He was there and a second later he had gone…completely disappeared from her view. For a moment she was puzzled, and then she realised that there must be a cave somewhere in the cove. The French seaman had come from it, and the man with the spyglass had disappeared into it!

Turning away, back to the house, Marianne was thoughtful. Something was going on in her aunt’s cove, but what ought she to do about it? If smugglers were landing contraband there, she ought to report it to the Revenue—but was her great-aunt aware of what was happening?

She knew that many people who lived in the area did know about the smugglers, and some of them turned a blind eye in return for a barrel of brandy left in their barns. She did not imagine that Aunt Bertha would be one of them, for her husband had been a Justice of the Peace, but she could not be sure.

She would ask about the occupant of the house on the cliffs, because if he were a Revenue officer he would not want interference from her—and for the moment she would say nothing of what she had seen to anyone but her great-aunt. But one day, when the tide was out and it was safe, she might go down to the cove and see if she could discover the cave for herself.

It was only as she reached her aunt’s home that it occurred to her that the man she had seen on the cliffs that morning might just have been the same man that had helped to push Lady Forester’s coach from the road. How strange that would be, she thought—but of course she had not seen him clearly and she could have been mistaken. She smiled as she wondered if her imagination were playing tricks on her. For some reason the small incident had lingered in her mind, though she had no idea why it should.



�Did you enjoy your walk this morning?’ Lady Edgeworthy asked when they were alone later that day. �I used to walk quite often when I was younger, but I do not care for it since my cousin died[ ]Cedric fell from the cliffs, you know. He was such a lovely young man, and he knew them so well…’ She sighed. �He lived in Cliff House, but I shut the house afterwards. It was empty for over a year, but I have recently let it to a gentleman. Mr Beck has been ill and the sea air may help him. He called on me yesterday, as it happens. Had you arrived an hour sooner you might have met him.’

�How strange. I was about to ask who lived there,’ Marianne said. �I saw someone this morning. He was using a spyglass and looking out to sea.’

�He will have been watching the gulls then,’ Lady Edgeworthy said with a smile. �He told me that he is a keen bird-watcher, and he is enjoying the peace and quiet here. I asked him to dine with us, but he asked if he might leave it for another time, as he is still not himself and he wishes to be alone. I think he must have been very ill indeed.’

�Poor man,’ Marianne said, but wondered if the man she had seen had been her great-aunt’s tenant, for he had seemed to climb the cliff very confidently and did not appear to be ill. Indeed, when he had directed the disposal of Lady Forester’s coach he had looked very strong—if it had been the same man. She might have been mistaken, of course. �Aunt Bertha…’

�I must tell you something,’ her great-aunt said suddenly. �It must remain our secret, Marianne, for I do not wish to upset Jane—but I think someone is trying to kill me…’

�I beg your pardon?’ Marianne was so startled that her own questions were forgotten in an instant. �Did you say that someone was trying to kill you?’

�Yes, I think at least one attempt has been made on my life and perhaps more are planned.’ Aunt Bertha looked upset, as well she might. �I know this must come as a shock, my dear, and I hate to burden you with it, but I have been in fear for some weeks now.’

�What do you mean? What has happened to make you think it?’

�It was when I was ill,’ Lady Edgeworthy said. �I had taken some of the sleeping draught that my doctor had left for me, but for some reason it had not worked as it ought. I was only half-awake, but I heard someone creeping about in my room. It was the chink of glass that woke me and I cried out. Whoever it was fled and I sat up, lighting my candle.’

�That is very strange,’ Marianne said. �But what makes you think that that person was trying to harm you?’

�Because the stopper had been taken from the laudanum,’ Lady Edgeworthy said. �It had been a full bottle that evening, but someone had poured half of it into the flask containing my peppermint cordial. If I had not been woken, I should not have known anything was amiss. Had I taken my medicine as usual, I might have died—as you may know, laudanum can kill if used to excess.’

Marianne looked at her in silence. Lady Edgeworthy was not given to flights of fancy as far as she knew, and she realised that this must have been very distressing for her. It would be for anyone, but her great-aunt was vulnerable having few relations to care for her, and none living nearby.

�Do you know who entered your room that night? Was it a man or a woman?’

�It was too dark to see, for I was still drowsy and cried out before I opened my eyes. I saw only a dark shadow. I think it may have been a man, for the shape was tall and slender…but I cannot be certain.’

�Has anything more happened since then?’

�I have taken to locking my door at night,’ Lady Edgeworthy said. �And I have placed my medicines in a locked cabinet…but there was the other thing…’ She hesitated, then, �Someone tried to break into the house two weeks ago. One of the servants was downstairs, because she had the toothache, and she raised the alarm. She said that she looked out of the window after she screamed and saw a man dressed in dark clothes running away.’

�And you think it may have been the same person[ ]breaking in to make another attempt on your life?’ Marianne was startled and anxious; the matter was very serious if it were true, and her aunt would not lie.

�I know it sounds foolish, and indeed I have told myself that I imagined the whole thing,’ Lady Edgeworthy said. �I have wished that it might be a dream, but in my heart I know that it happened.’

�Who was in the house that night?’

�Only the servants, Miss Rudge, myself—and Jane, of course.’ Miss Rudge was Lady Edgeworthy’s personal maid, and of a similar age to her mistress.

�You do not think it was either Jane or Miss Rudge?’

�No, of course not—and I do not think any of my servants would wish to harm me either.’ She shook her head. �I must have imagined it, must I not? Do you think that my illness disturbed the balance of my mind?’ She looked upset and confused, making Marianne instantly concerned.

�No, Aunt, I do not,’ Marianne said. �If someone tried to get into the house…it must have been an intruder that night, Aunt Bertha. And yet I cannot imagine who would want to harm you.’

�I am a wealthy woman,’ Lady Edgeworthy said. �I have some valuable jewellery actually in the house and money invested, besides this estate and the London house. Yet I cannot think…’ She shook her head. �I changed my will after Cedric died, leaving a proportion of it to your mama and the rest to…’ She sighed again. �I cannot believe that Joshua would wish to kill me. He has the London house for nothing and, besides, he is always so charming and kind.’

�But you said he was not here when someone entered your room and interfered with the laudanum, Aunt,’ Marianne said. �If he resides in London, it is hardly likely that he came down just to put something in your medicine…’

�Yes, I know, it sounds foolish. I have considered the possibility for he is the main heir, but I cannot think it. Jane has a small bequest, of course, and Dr Thompson.’

Marianne looked at her thoughtfully. �What would happen to this house and the estate if you should die? Forgive me, but it seems I must ask.’

�It might be sold, perhaps,’ Lady Edgeworthy replied. �Why do you ask that?’

Marianne took a deep breath, then, �I saw something this morning in the cove and I wondered if it might be used for smuggling[ ]I am fairly certain there was a French ship in the bay.’

�I do not understand, my dear.’ Lady Edgeworthy frowned and then nodded. �Oh, yes, I dare say it might be inconvenient for them—if one of us should see them bringing the goods ashore…’

�It supplies a reason why someone other than your husband’s cousin or your companion might want you out of the way, does it not?’

�Yes, it does,’ Lady Edgeworthy said and looked relieved. �Do you know, that makes me feel much better. I am glad that I told you, though it was not fair of me to lay such a burden on young shoulders.’

�It is one I am well able to bear,’ Marianne said. �Now that I am here, I shall keep my eyes and ears open, Aunt. If I discover that someone is planning to harm you, I shall consult you at once about what we ought to do to see that you are protected.’

�You are a good girl,’ Lady Edgeworthy said, giving her an affectionate look. �I confess it has been playing on my mind these past weeks, for I should hate to think that Joshua or Jane[ ]No, I cannot think it of either of them.’

�It could not have been one of the maids?’ Marianne looked thoughtful. �The girl who was suffering from toothache…she could not have come into the room hoping to borrow some laudanum?’

�Bessie is not a thief,’ Lady Edgeworthy said. �I am perfectly certain that she would have asked had she needed it for herself. I should have told her that Jensen has his own supplies for the maids’ use…but I am sure that she knows that and would have gone to him in the first place had she wanted it.’

Marianne nodded, for in a house like this it was up to the butler and housekeeper to care for the needs of their assistants, and only a very reckless maidservant would risk taking medicine that belonged to her mistress. Yet it was an area that must be explored, if only for the purpose of elimination.

�Perhaps she did not wish to disturb him. You know that the laudanum bottle was half-empty, but can you be sure it had been poured into your peppermint cordial?’

�No, I cannot be certain. I assumed that it had and threw it away,’ Lady Edgeworthy said and frowned. �I suppose it might have been one of the servants…’ She looked unconvinced. �I did not think so at the time, but it could have been, of course, though I believe I almost prefer the idea that someone outside this house wants me out of the way.’

�Yes, well, I think we must both be alert, but do not let it distress you too much, Aunt. If no further attempt has been made, it might just have been one of the maids looking to borrow your laudanum.’ Marianne sought to comfort her aunt, even though she thought it unlikely.

�No, I shall not give way to melancholy,’ Lady Edgeworthy said stoutly. �I feel much more comfortable now that you are here, Marianne.’

�Good. I am glad to be here with you,’ Marianne told her.

She was thoughtful as she went upstairs to change for the evening. She did not imagine that a thief had broken into her aunt’s house to steal laudanum. It would be for some other reason, possibly something more menacing, she imagined. It might have been one of the servants, as she had suggested. And it was possible that it might suit the smugglers if the house were empty. However, a new master might be more suspicious about their activities than an elderly lady living alone. To Marianne’s mind, Miss Rudge was above reproach and that meant there were possibly three candidates for her suspicion at the moment, though she had tried to convince her aunt otherwise.

It was difficult to think ill of Miss Trevor, who seemed a meek and loyal companion to Lady Edgeworthy, and she could think of no reason why her great-aunt’s doctor should wish to kill her—which meant that Mr Joshua Hambleton was the most likely of all. Unless the intruder had simply been a maid with the toothache, of course.

It was a mystery, but Marianne was determined that she would get to the bottom of it, even if only to set her great-aunt’s mind at rest.



The next two days passed pleasantly, for Marianne had settled into a routine. She went for walks in the mornings or performed small tasks, like picking and arranging flowers. Some of the soft fruit was ready for harvest, and one morning, she helped the maids in the task, picking redcurrants that would be made into jelly, and some raspberries for bottling and jam. In the afternoons Jane, Lady Edgeworthy and Marianne sat together, talking while they sewed or played cards, and sometimes Jane would read to them.

Marianne studied Jane Trevor for any sign that she was resentful of her employer, but as far as she could tell Jane genuinely liked and respected Lady Edgeworthy. It was only on the third day, when Dr Thompson came to tea, that she noticed a slight agitation in the companion’s manner.

Jane blushed as she passed him his tea and a plate of sweet biscuits, avoiding his eyes. When she sat down, she chose a chair near her employer and studiously avoided looking in his direction.

�I trust that you have not been too busy of late, sir?’ Lady Edgeworthy asked the doctor. �There are not so many fevers and chills at this time of the year, I believe?’

�No, perhaps not,’ he agreed. �But there was an unfortunate disaster at Wheal Mary the other day, and I was called to attend the injuries of five miners who were hurt. Two others were killed by the fall and beyond my help, I fear.’

�I am sorry to hear that,’ Lady Edgeworthy said. �I believe that particular mine has more than its fair share of accidents?’

�Yes, indeed. I have spoken about safety to Sir Henry Milburn,’ the doctor said. �I am afraid that he refuses to listen. Until there is a law to protect workers in the mines, I fear there will continue to be accidents.’

�Unfortunately there is little other work for the men in these parts,’ Lady Edgeworthy replied. �They must either face the dangers of the sea or the mines—unless they are lucky enough to be put to a trade when they are young.’

�That costs money,’ the doctor said and glanced at Marianne. �It takes every penny a man earns to feed and clothe his family and it is seldom that they can afford to apprentice a son for seven years, when he could be working in the mine and contributing to the family income. You will not know of the conditions in this part of the world, Miss Horne. The land is not as fertile as you have in the east of the country, I think?’

�I did not realise that life was so hard here,’ Marianne said and looked at him with interest. �Mama always offered charity to any who called at the Vicarage, but most of the people we knew worked on the land and were at least well fed and housed.’

Doctor Thompson frowned. �I see several people each week that suffer from malnutrition or scurvy. I can help them, but what they truly need is a good diet and a decent house. The wages they earn provide them with neither.’

�You must find that very frustrating, sir?’

�Yes, I do,’ he replied and then recalled himself. �Forgive me, this is hardly the kind of conversation for a lady’s parlour.’

�Please do not apologise. I found it interesting. Mama has always tried to help others when she can.’

�You are very quiet today, Jane,’ Lady Edgeworthy remarked, glancing at her companion, who had taken no part in the discussion. �Are you feeling quite the thing, Jane? If you are unwell, you must ask Dr Thompson for a few moments of his time before he leaves. You may be private in the small parlour.’

They were using the larger front parlour that afternoon, as they always did when they had guests. The doctor was of course the first guest that Marianne had encountered, and she had worn her new blue gown, which she and Jo had made together, in his honour. It was stylish and suited her well, trimmed only with a wide sash at the waist, and a little lace at the neck. She looked extremely pretty, her hair swept back from the sides of her face and looped into soft swirls at the nape of her neck.

Jane shook her head, looking uncomfortable. �I am perfectly well, Lady Edgeworthy,’ she said. �I do not wish to waste Dr Thompson’s time.’

�I assure you that I should not consider it a waste of time,’ he said. He glanced at his watch. �I think I must be going, for I have a patient to see later. Accompany me to the door, Miss Trevor. If anything ails you, I may be able to help.’

�I shall certainly show you to the door,’ Jane said and got up at once. �But I am quite well, thank you.’

They left the room together. Lady Edgeworthy turned to Marianne and frowned. �Did it seem to you that Jane was a little quiet? She is not usually so when the doctor is here.’

�Perhaps she does feel a little unwell. It has been very warm of late.’

�Yes, perhaps,’ Lady Edgeworthy agreed. �Tell me, what did you think of him, Marianne?’

�Doctor Thompson?’ Marianne was silent for a moment. �He is an amiable, attractive man and seems to think just as he ought.’

�Yes, I have always believed him dedicated to his patients. He treats them all, whether they can pay him or not.’

�I thought that must be the case,’ Marianne said. �I think he must either have private means or several wealthy patients.’

�I believe he was a younger son. His private income is slight, but he does have several patients who can afford to pay him.’

�Perhaps he does not care much for money?’

�He is not married,’ Lady Edgeworthy said. �I asked him once why he had not taken a wife and he said that he could not afford it…’ She wrinkled her brow. �I have wondered if he has been blighted in love at some time…’

Marianne was about to reply when the companion walked into the room. Clearly Jane had not taken the doctor’s offer to examine her, for she had not been absent long enough. However, she was looking a little happier, and the colour had come back to her cheeks.

�Are you feeling better?’ Marianne asked.

�Oh…’ Jane blushed. �It was just a little headache and I am quite sure it will go very soon. Indeed, it has eased a little already.’

�If you have a headache, you must go and lie down until dinner,’ Lady Edgeworthy told her. �No, I insist, Jane. If you are no better at dinner, I shall have Miss Rudge make up a tisane for you.’

Jane got to her feet and left the room at once.

�She is such a foolish little thing,’ Lady Edgeworthy said. �Why would she not let Dr Thompson help her?’

�I cannot say,’ Marianne said, but she was thoughtful. �I think I shall go into the village in the morning, Aunt Bertha. I have written a letter for Mama and I wish to take it to the receiving office so that it may go on the mail coach.’

�One of the servants can take it for you, my dear.’

�I should like to go myself, if you do not need me for a few hours?’

�I did not ask you here to dance attendance on me every moment,’ her great-aunt said. �Of course you may go—but take one of the maids with you if you wish. I do not think you will come to harm, but there is a market on Saturdays, and you never know who may be there.’

�Thank you,’ Marianne said and got up to kiss her cheek. �I think I shall go up to change and write a short note to Jo to go with Mama’s letter—and to Lucy, of course, for she must not be left out.’ She smiled as she thought of her sisters and wondered what they were doing at home. She knew that Lucy would be missing her, for they had never before been apart, but Jo would keep her busy and not let her fall into too many daydreams.

She was thoughtful as she left her great-aunt and walked up the stairs. Jane had been very quiet, and she had gone quite pale for a while. Had she been upset because the doctor had paid some attention to Marianne?

No, surely that was wrong? Why should such a little thing upset Jane? Unless…she had a secret passion for the good doctor?

It seemed ridiculous at first, for Jane must be a few years older than Dr Thompson, who was no more than thirty or so—and yet she had seen something in Jane’s eyes. She had been much happier when she returned from escorting him to the door…

Was it possible that they had an understanding? Jane might have thought she was about to lose him to a younger woman…which was quite foolish, of course. Marianne would not have encouraged him had he shown an interest, which he had not. She had merely been interested in what he had to say about the social conditions of the area. Jane could not have known that, of course, and she might have thought Marianne was concerned to attract his attention.

If Jane cared for the doctor, why had she not mentioned her feelings to her employer? Some employers did not encourage their staff to have followers, of course. Perhaps Jane thought she might be turned off if she allowed her partiality to show? And Lady Edgeworthy had just told Marianne that the doctor could not afford to marry…

Supposing that the legacies they had been left would enable them to marry? Marianne paused on the stairs as the awful thought struck her. Would they plot together to murder Lady Edgeworthy, knowing that the money she had left to them as individuals would be quite substantial when put together?

The possibility put a different complexion on the matter and was chilling. Marianne shivered, feeling suddenly cold all over. She had not believed that Jane was capable of such a thing…but a woman might do anything for the love of a man.

Without the means to marry, Jane was condemned to a life as companion to her employer. Lady Edgeworthy was kind to her, but others might not be in the future, and the legacy might not be enough to enable her to live comfortably without seeking further employment should Lady Edgeworthy die. Besides, if she was in love[ ]Marianne did not wish to think ill of either Jane or the doctor, but it now seemed that she must consider them as possible culprits, and as yet she had not met Mr Joshua Hambleton.

Of course there was also the mysterious tenant at the house on the cliffs. She had seen him from a distance several times as she was walking about the estate, although as yet they had not come face to face. Quite often she would turn and see him staring in her direction, and she had wondered if he was following her—but why should he be? Besides, he had only recently taken up residence and had not been here when her great-aunt’s medicine had been tampered with….




Chapter Three


�I missed my chance that morning, damn it,’ Drew said. �I was too slow to act, Robbie. I should have tackled him before he got into the boat.’ He was feeling frustrated for there had been no further sightings of the French ship—and none at all of the man he sought.

�You can’t be sure he was the one,’ Robbie reasoned. �He may just be one of the smugglers. You said the cave was empty, but you saw evidence that barrels had been stored there.’

�There were marks in the sand where they had stood,’ Drew confirmed. �The tide washes into the first cave, but the caverns go back a long way. I could not explore further at the time, for I had no means of lighting the path, but I think there is a man-made tunnel leading inland. I dare say there is a warren of tunnels all over this part of Cornwall, made by miners centuries ago when tin and copper were first discovered. The smugglers know of them and have turned their existence to their advantage.’

�That must be how they get the contraband through,’ Robbie said. �It would be too dangerous to take packhorses through the village, because they run the risk of being betrayed, and on the open cliffs they would be bound to be seen. Even on a dark night, someone would be sure to notice and call out the militia.’

�Perhaps, though often the locals are remarkably closemouthed on the subject. I think they take it to somewhere on Lady Edgeworthy’s land,’ Drew said. �The tunnel must have its outlet there—and perhaps it is being transferred to an out-building somewhere on her estate until it is thought safe to move it inland. I dare say there may be several dropping zones before it reaches its final destination.’

�You do not suspect Lady Edgeworthy of being involved?’

�No, not at all,’ Drew said. �I am certain she does not know that her estate is being used as a cover. While the Revenue men watch the coast, the packhorses are already inland and heading for their next destination.’

�Will you approach her? Would she allow you to make a search?’

�For the moment there is probably nothing to find,’ Drew said. �I think the drop must have been made some time before we arrived—that is why I believe the man I saw being picked up is the one we are after. He was dropped when the cargo was brought ashore, and he had been…wherever he goes on his dirty business. The ship came in specially to take him off and they would not have done that unless he was important.’

�He might simply have been the one they trusted to sell the contraband,’ Robbie suggested.

�Yes, you may be right, but I have a hunch that he was the French contact, though it is the English spy we need.’ Drew frowned. �I should have acted sooner, but I was looking at the ship and the boat. I did not realise that he was hiding in the cave, waiting to come out. I missed my chance to grab him, damn it!’

�He will come again,’ Robbie said. �If he has been successful this time, he will be back for more—whether it be gold for smuggled goods or information he can pass on to the French. Besides, it isn’t the smugglers you want here—is it?’

�No, it is not. And you are right, he will come again,’ Drew said. �Next time I shall be waiting for him. I intend to follow the packhorses and see where they go—and then I shall have him!’

�If the smugglers don’t see you first,’ Robbie cautioned. �It’s madness to try this on your own, Captain. You should have asked some of your friends to help you.’

�I thought my ill health was a better cover,’ Drew said. �But I might send a letter to Hal Beverley, ask him if he is game for a lark—that should fetch him.’

�Aye, no doubt,’ Robbie replied. �He was as wild as you were in the old days, Captain, and that is saying something. Send for him if you wish, but ask Captain Harcourt—or Lord Harcourt, as I should say now—to come with him. Four of us will do better than three—and I’ll wager that he is as bored with his life as you are. Besides, of the lot of you, he was the most sober…’

�Perhaps,’ Drew agreed. Harcourt and Drew had been survivors on that day, when they were ambushed. �Yes, I shall write to both Hal and Harcourt—but I doubt that Beverley will come. He has responsibilities enough these days. Hal’s father demanded he sold out after his brother was killed. I have not seen anything of him since he came home some months back.’

�No doubt he has duties, as you do, my lord,’ Robbie said with a disapproving look. �A man in your position has much to lose—and well you know it! A fine scandal there would be if it were known you were here under a false name. People would be bound to think the worst.’

�I know that you think me a fool to come here,’ Drew said and grinned at him. �But it amuses me, Robbie—and it was a favour to Jack…’

�And he saved your life at Salamanca,’ Robbie said. �You will go your own way as usual, Captain—but do not take too many risks. You should not forget that others depend on you…’

�I do not forget,’ Drew replied and frowned, for he was neglecting his duty. �But I have an agent who prefers a free hand with the estate, and for a while he shall have it. I promise you that I shall take no more risks than need be.’

Robbie’s dour look spoke volumes, but he said no more.

Drew smiled as he left the house. He was remembering better times. They had indeed been a wild bunch in those days, carousing half the night, living life to the full…perhaps it was merely companionship that he missed.

Suddenly she was there in his head, a beautiful girl with sea-green eyes and spun-gold hair. He frowned as he recalled the girl who had called to him from the top of the cliffs as he climbed down to investigate what was going on in the cove. He had been annoyed that anyone was there, because she might have alerted the men in the boat that he was there, and it was only later that he had wondered if she was the beauty from the coach. Surely it was his imagination—it was unlikely that she would be here, so far from anywhere. A girl like that should be mixing in high society, chancing her luck in the marriage mart—unless she was already a wife? Yet something told him she was as innocent as she looked…and therefore far beyond him. A man like Drew Beck had nothing to do with innocent young ladies, however beautiful and spirited they might be.

Drew’s eyes were shadowed with memories. War had sent him mad—the heat, the pain and the sheer horror of seeing those you loved as brothers fall into the dust and die slowly of fever or the gangrene that ate into neglected wounds. Yet the loss of comrades had driven him on, making him heedless of his own life, earning him several mentions in dispatches, besides a reputation for being fearless. He had been given medals and honours, all of which lay forgotten in a drawer, shut away with memories that had been too painful to remember.

Drew tasted the bitterness in his mouth and then thrust his thoughts away. It was over. He was no longer a soldier, but a man of consequence and wealth, his uncle’s death making him responsible for more people than he could remember. Robbie was right when he said that he owed them a duty of care—but just this once he was going to court danger, to taste the spice of adventure again. And afterwards? Drew frowned. If he still lived, it would be time to settle down and take the wife his relatives and friends told him it was his duty to marry so that he could produce an heir…but he would choose a woman who understood what he needed, what kind of a man he was…a widow who would not demand the things he could not give.



Marianne was pleased as she left the receiving office that morning. It was situated in a building close to the inn, which was a busy place with coaches and carriages coming and going. She had left her letters for Mama, Jo and Lucy with the man who attended to such things, and been given three letters in return. Two were for Lady Edgeworthy and the other was for her from her sister Jo. She wondered what had caused Jo to spend some sixpences to write to her so soon and broke the seal in haste.

My dearest sister, Jo had scrawled, I write to tell you that Aunt Wainwright has decided that I shall go with her to Bath next month. As you know, I had hoped that she would change her mind, but nothing else will do for her. I am to go to the Hall later today, where I am to be fitted for a new wardrobe. It appears that my aunt thinks I have nothing but rags and must be dressed properly so that I shall not shame her. How shall I bear it? I dare say we shall be at odds within a week, but I must try to remember what you andMama have told me and behave as I ought. Enough of my troubles! Do write and tell me all your news, dearest. Your loving sister, Jo.



Marianne was re-reading her letter as she walked along the path. She needed to fetch some trifles from the small village shop, which sold all manner of things a lady might need, including embroidery silks, ink and stationery, as well as acting as a small lending library. For the sake of a few pennies it was possible to borrow the works of various poets and popular authors. She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she did not see the gentleman walking towards her until they almost collided.

�Be careful, mistress,’ he warned, reaching out to steady her as she tripped over him. �I value my boots—they are my best and I may never find another pair to equal their comfort.’

Marianne looked down at his boots, which were black and long with pale buff cuffs at the top and which looked as if they had seen better days. She raised her inquiring gaze to his face, and felt a little jolt as she looked into his eyes. They were the colour of bluebells and his hair had the sheen of a raven’s wing, cut short, as was the prevailing fashion. This was the man she had seen climbing down to the cove that day the French ship was in the bay. She had seen him several times since that morning as she walked about the estate, but always at a distance. She was sure now that he was also the man who had manoeuvred Lady Forester’s damaged coach to the side of the road. Up close he was so large and powerful that he made her breath catch in her throat. His coat fitted superbly to broad shoulders and his breeches had been cut by a master tailor to cling like a second skin, though they, too, had seen better days. A gentleman, then, but perhaps down on his luck?

�Forgive me, sir,’ Marianne said. �I was reading my letter and I should not have been. I did not see you. I hope I did not tread too hard upon your toes?’

�I dare say I shall live,’ Drew said and frowned. It was the beauty from the coach. His eyes had not deceived him that day on the cliffs, and he had glimpsed her as he walked about the estate, but had made no attempt to approach her, because it was best that he should not. The fewer people who knew he was here the better. �I should have seen what was happening and stood aside. It was my fault.’

�Oh, no, you are too generous,’ Marianne said. �The letter is from my sister, you see…’

She laughed, softly, huskily, sending such a wave of hot desire rushing through him that he was shocked. He did not know her or anything about her, had seen her only once close to before, and yet somehow she had implanted herself into his mind, become a part of his dreams, for he had dreamed of her more than once, ridiculous as that was! Standing so close that he could smell a delightful perfume, which he imagined was uniquely hers, he was aware that she was an extremely desirable woman. He was conscious of a burning need in his loins, which made him draw back, because he was thinking the impossible.

She was speaking again. He crushed the rising need she aroused, bringing his thoughts back to what she was saying.

�I am entirely at fault. But I believe I have seen you…the other day at the top of the cliffs. I thought you might be my great-aunt’s tenant? At Cliff House…’

�You are staying with Lady Edgeworthy? I thought she lived alone with a companion?’ Drew frowned, his mind instantly alert, for the presence of a girl like this at the house might complicate matters, and not only because of the effect she had on his senses. �For how long, may one inquire?’

�I have no idea,’ Marianne said. �For as long as my aunt needs me, I think.’

�I see…’ He nodded his head. He must walk on! This would not do. He had no place in his life for dalliance with a girl like this! �I am glad to have met you. Good morning, mistress.’ He tipped his hat to her and moved on, frowning at his thoughts. If she perchance knew him, which was not impossible, for she obviously had good connections…she might reveal his true identity and that would be the end of all his hopes of remaining a shadow in the background. Besides, he needed all his wits about him, and he wanted no distractions in the shape of a girl like that! Drew knew his chances of trapping the French spy and the English traitor were slim, and would vanish into the mist if he became an object of interest to the community. Should his real name be known, he would be inundated with visitors and invitations, as he had been at Marlbeck before he made his escape—and that was the last thing he needed!




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