The Captain's Disgraced Lady. Catherine TinleyЧитать онлайн книгу.
she would never be back, for she dreaded to think what Mrs Wakely’s ‘modernising’ would do to this lovely house. And to describe the conflict with Napoleon as ‘inconvenient’ was nothing short of insulting to the soldiers and their families, as well as to the relatives of those who had been lost in war—like Juliana’s own father.
It also showed a lack of sensitivity to those who lived near the battlefields. This time, the armies had moved close to Brussels and Juliana dreaded to think of what might happen to her friends and acquaintances who still resided there.
‘Mrs Campbell, who are these people?’ In an attempt to divert her hostess from pressurising Charlotte, Juliana stopped randomly in front of a family portrait. It looked like a Reynolds, and showed a man, woman and child in an outdoor setting, Glenbrook Hall in the distance.
‘Ah, that is my master and mistress, and the young master,’ said Mrs Campbell warmly.
‘Indeed?’ said Charlotte with interest. ‘He was a baron, I understand?’
‘He was. Lord Cowlam, though the line died out with him.’
Charlotte looked perplexed. ‘But, his son...?’
‘When Napoleon started attacking all over Europe, nothing would do for the young master but that he must volunteer. Master Jack was always headstrong, especially after his mother died. He was killed in Spain, I believe, or France. The master went into a decline after that.’
‘How sad!’ Another of the thousands of families affected by war and by Napoleon’s thirst for glory. Juliana looked at the portrait carefully. They all looked so happy. The man was smiling broadly, his blue eyes brimming with energy and joy. The woman was beautiful, with soft brown eyes and an air of serenity. Juliana liked to think of them happy together in this house. She looked at the child. He had his mother’s brown eyes and was looking innocently at her.
‘When did the Baron die?’ Charlotte, Juliana saw, was also intrigued by the sad tale.
‘Nearly two years ago, milady.’ Mrs Campbell spoke with heavy sorrow. ‘We never expected him to live on after Master Jack died. In the end, it was twenty years, though he was never the same. We did our best to look after him, and to look after the house and the estate, but we couldn’t replace what he had lost.’
Mrs Wakely was frowning at the direction the conversation had taken. ‘But, as I always say, good comes out of bad, for if the old Baron’s son had lived, then Mr W. and I would not have inherited.’ Juliana frowned, noticing Mrs Campbell’s distress at her mistress’s words. Really, the woman had no tact or sensitivity!
‘Indeed, Mrs Wakely,’ Charlotte said coolly. ‘And has your inheritance been confirmed?’
‘Er...well, you know how these things are... Lawyers will be forever putting obstacles in the way of justice.’
‘Obstacles?’ queried Juliana, exchanging a wicked glance with Charlotte. This sounded interesting.
‘Yes, you know the sort of thing...’ Mrs Wakely waved a plump arm vaguely. ‘Other claimants that nobody can find. They will turn out not to exist, I am sure of it. And then the lawyers will give me my full inheritance and allow me to redecorate.’
‘So it is you, and not your husband, who is related to the Baron?’ asked Juliana, though she already knew the answer.
‘I am, indeed, and it has been verified. My grandmother and his grandmother were first cousins, you know. And I was never so shocked as on the day I found out that I was gentry! For—this will surprise you to know, milady—’ she laid a plump hand on Charlotte’s arm ‘—I was not raised as such. When I got the letter I was so shocked I could barely take it in and I had to ask my dear friend Mr Wakely to explain it to me!’
Charlotte ridded herself of Mrs Wakely’s touch by the simple expedient of raising her own hand to touch the plain gold locket around her neck. ‘So you and Mr Wakely were not married at that point?’
‘We were not—he was a regular customer at the tavern where I worked. The inn, I mean, not “tavern”! Tavern sounds altogether too common! A very high-class, select inn, it was, milady. Anyway, I had no idea he was harbouring such warm feelings for me. He had kept his love for me secret, for fear of rejection, you know!’ She sighed dramatically. ‘But he helped me through all the dealings with the lawyers—and it was with him that I shared my joy at becoming an heiress.’
‘Ah,’ said Juliana, ‘I begin to understand.’
Mrs Wakely beamed. ‘It was so gratifying to find myself in such a position—heiress to a fortune and then to discover my dear Mr Wakely wished to marry me. I count it the happiest day of my life.’
Juliana and Charlotte exchanged knowing glances. ‘Gratifying to be sure, Mrs Wakely. So you are not long married?’
‘Seven months—and at a time in my life when I had finally accepted my fate as a spinster.’ She nudged Juliana hard in the ribs. ‘So do not give up hope, miss. You may yet find a man who will take you on!’
‘Of that, there can be little doubt!’ A man’s voice rang out behind them. They turned to see Mr Wakely, Harry a step behind him, walking through the long portrait gallery towards them.
Mr Wakely laughed at his own witticism. Bowing to Juliana, he added, ‘For one so beautiful to remain unwed and untouched would be a sin.’
‘Miss Milford is indeed pretty,’ said Mrs Wakely, rather huffily.
Crash! The sound of metal on wood reverberated around the room as the housekeeper’s keys fell to the floor, making them all jump. Really, it was surprising just how loud a bunch of iron keys could be.
Mrs Campbell bent to pick them up, apologising profusely as she did so.
‘You stupid, clumsy oaf!’ barked Mr Wakely, his face white with anger. He turned to Charlotte. ‘Lady Shalford, I do apologise! What must you think of us?’
‘Oh, dear Lady Shalford, I do hope this does not prevent you from visiting us again,’ added his spouse, two spots of bright colour on her cheekbones, ‘For as the only notable landowners in the district, I had hoped we could become fast friends!’
Charlotte seemed lost for words. Juliana, her anger building at the rudeness of the Wakelys towards their housekeeper, immediately thought of at least ten things she wished to say. Unfortunately, she realised, none would do. How frustrating it was to be a gently bred lady when one wished to swear like a sailor!
Rescue came from an unexpected source. ‘Come now, Mrs Wakely,’ said Harry, a glint in his eye, ‘you must know there are many estates in our corner of Surrey. Chadcombe, to be sure, is by far the largest, but the Squire’s residence and Monkton Park are at least the same size as Glenbrook Hall and quite possibly larger.’
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