Pride in Regency Society: Wicked Captain, Wayward Wife / The Earl's Runaway Bride. Sarah MalloryЧитать онлайн книгу.
are. She has been mistress here since she finished her schooling.’ Sir Benjamin laughed. ‘Just seventeen years old, she was then, Wylder. I wanted her to go off and stay with her young friends, to enjoy herself, but she would have none of it. She insisted upon coming home to live with me. Not that she needed to, for we have a very capable housekeeper in Mrs Harding, but Evelina was determined that she would look after me. And she has done so, magnificently.’
‘I do not doubt it,’ returned Captain Wylder. ‘And how many years has that been, sir?’
‘Seven,’ responded Sir Benjamin instantly.
While her grandfather turned his attention to his plate, Eve glared across the table at Nick Wylder. He met her look with a glinting smile.
‘Four-and-twenty,’ he murmured. ‘Far too old for a chaperon.’
‘Positively on the shelf!’ she retorted. Eve signalled to the footman to refill the glasses. ‘So, Captain, you were at Tunbridge Wells. Were you taking the waters?’ She added sweetly, ‘A touch of gout, perhaps?’
His eyes acknowledged the hit, but he said merely, ‘No, I was there on business.’
‘Oh? And is your business now concluded, that you have time for a prolonged stay here at Makerham?’
Again that wicked glint flashed in his deep blue eyes. ‘I hope to conclude my business while I am here.’
‘And just what is your business, sir?’ Eve picked up her wine glass.
‘Marriage.’
She choked.
‘Oh dear, dear,’ muttered Sir Benjamin. He bent a reproving look upon his guest. ‘I had not planned to broach this delicate subject for a day or so, sir.’
‘Then I apologise, Sir Benjamin, but given your granddaughter’s advanced years I did not wish to waste time.’
Evelina, still recovering from her choking fit, could only gasp. Sir Benjamin’s mouth fell open, then his face creased into a smile.
‘Ah, you are funning, sir! Giving my girl her own again, what? Eve, my dear, I think you have met your match, here. Captain Wylder is as big a jokesmith as yourself!’
Evelina forced her lips into a smile, but the look she threw at Nick Wylder promised dire retribution.
Nick turned his attention to his dinner. Damme, but he was enjoying himself, and far more than he had anticipated. Sir Benjamin was a considerate host and although he was confined to the house by his poor health he was remarkably knowledgeable and the conversation did not flag. Then there was Miss Shawcross. She was a mixture of spirit and adorable innocence; an unforeseen bonus to his plans. Nick realised with a little jolt of surprise that he wanted to know more about her.
Eve excused herself after dinner and went to her room to dash off a letter to her old school friend.
I understand Captain Wylder to be something of a hero, she wrote at the end her letter. But however highly he is regarded as a sailor, I hope you can furnish me with some information as to his character as a man. ‘There,’ she said to herself as she applied her seal. ‘If I know anything of Maria, she will be only too delighted to find out everything there is to know about Captain Nick Wylder.’
Sir Benjamin did not keep late hours at Makerham, so it was not until the following morning that she saw their guest again. It was her custom, upon summer mornings such as these to take a stroll through the ornamental gardens that surrounded Makerham. Sheltered and secluded at the bottom of a wooded dell, the moated manor house was always inviting, but looked at its best in summer. She loved the way the old stone seemed to glow and the golden sunlight twinkled in the leaded windows; it gave the old house a fairy-tale quality. She was wandering through the lavender-lined paths when she heard footsteps on the gravel behind her. She turned to find Captain Wylder approaching.
‘Good morning, Miss Shawcross. You are an early riser.’
‘Yes. I often take a walk at this time; the gardens are at their best with the dew still on the flowers.’
‘Then I will join you, if I may?’
After a brief hesitation Eve nodded. She would not take his arm, but walked along beside him, keeping a safe distance between them. At Nick’s request she pointed out the more unusual flowers and described to him the history of the building. When they reached the end of the ornamental gardens they stopped and turned, looking back at the old house.
‘It’s beautiful,’ said Nick. ‘It is clear that you love Makerham.’
‘It is my home.’
‘But it is entailed.’ At his words she glanced up at him and he spread his hands. ‘Your grandfather told me.’
‘Yes. When Grandfather dies the estate will pass to my cousin, Bernard Shawcross.’
‘And you will have to leave.’
Evelina thought of her cousin with his clammy hands and air of ownership. He seemed to assume that she was included in his inheritance. Eve knew she would do everything in her power to avoid that fate.
‘Yes,’ she said quietly. ‘I will have to leave.’ The chiming of the bell in the clock tower brought her head up. ‘It is time I went indoors. Grandfather will be coming downstairs shortly.’
Nick accompanied her back to the house, but any plans for furthering his suit were dashed when she announced that they would meet again at dinner.
‘But you will be breaking your fast now, Miss Shawcross?’
She shook her head. ‘Breakfast will be served to you and Grandpapa very shortly, Captain. I have arranged to walk into Makerham.’
‘Will you not wait for me? I should like to escort you.’
Again a little shake of the head. Nick was convinced there was a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
‘I go to take a little food to the poor in the village. They would not thank me for bringing a stranger into their homes. Grandpapa will be very pleased to have your company for the day,’ she added with a sunny smile. And I shall be happy to know that he is entertained.’
Nick watched her walk away, a little smile playing around his own mouth. Out-manoeuvred, by Gad. Miss Evelina Shawcross might be an innocent, but she was not unintelligent. To win her over would be a challenge. Nick’s smile grew.
He could never resist a challenge.
‘Evelina, my love, you are being quite tiresome!’
Sir Benjamin’s mild reproof brought his granddaughter’s wide-eyed gaze to his face. They were sitting together in the morning room where Rooney had helped Sir Benjamin to his favourite chair and was tenderly placing a rug over his legs. Eve waited until the valet had finished and was making his way out of the room before she answered.
‘Grandpapa, I have no idea what you mean.’
‘What game is this you are playing, Eve? I bring Captain Wylder here as a suitor and you seem bent on avoiding him.’
‘No, no, Grandpapa, I have been most attentive!’
‘You have presided over my dinner table and served him tea in the drawing room after,’ retorted Sir Benjamin. ‘Hardly effusive behaviour, my love. I understand from Rooney that you are gone from the house before breakfast every day and do not return until late in the afternoon. Are there suddenly so many distressed families in Makerham that require your attendance?’
‘The summer has brought on a deal of sickness and ague, sir.’
‘Then you must send Martha with a basket of