Regency Christmas Vows: The Blanchland Secret / The Mistress of Hanover Square. Anne HerriesЧитать онлайн книгу.
that had flashed between Guy and Greville, a look that said louder than any words that their troubles were only beginning.
‘It’s quite disgusting!’ Amelia said indignantly later, throwing herself down on Sarah’s bed and causing a huge dust cloud to rise into the air.
‘I know, Milly—’ Sarah sneezed and averted her eyes from the garish painting of naked nymphs cavorting in a stream that hung above the bed ‘—but you were aware of what it would be like here.’
Amelia looked blank. ‘Oh, no, I did not mean the picture! No, the dust! Everywhere! These curtains are filthy and my room cannot have been cleaned for an age! I shall speak to the housekeeper immediately after luncheon!’
‘I feel we may be fortunate to have any luncheon,’ Sarah said drily. She thought about unpacking her trunk and decided against it. There really was nowhere clean to put all her clothes. ‘I doubt that Sir Ralph’s guests will arise before this afternoon and I am not even sure that there is a housekeeper here any more! Certainly Mrs Lambert left after my brother died and I do not imagine Sir Ralph finds it easy to keep servants…’
‘He certainly does not keep any good ones!’ Amelia opined, running her finger along the dust on the bedhead. ‘Look at this, Sarah! I would have plenty to say to my servants if this was the state of my house! And as for that undrinkable coffee…’
‘It is still a beautiful place, though,’ Sarah said, a little wistfully. She was standing at the window, looking out across the rolling Somerset hills. Beyond the ring of woodland, the fields tumbled away towards the village and beyond. It gave one the impression of standing on top of the world.
‘Yes,’ Amelia said, her tone softening, ‘it is indeed a lovely house and it is a crime that it should have been allowed to become so neglected.’ She brightened. ‘I was wondering what I should do with myself whilst you were about your mysterious quest, my love! Well, now I have my answer! I shall bring order and cleanliness to Blanchland!’
Sarah raised a mental eyebrow at the thought of Amelia sweeping through the house like a new broom. She rather thought that Sir Ralph would be terrified at the prospect.
‘You will tell me what all this mystery is about once it is resolved, will you not?’ Amelia asked, a little plaintively, tracing the pattern on the bedspread. ‘I know it is a personal matter, but I do so dislike secrets!’
‘Of course!’ Sarah touched her cousin’s hand. ‘I am sorry to be so secretive, Milly—it is only the fact that the tale is not really mine to tell that holds me back!’
‘Sir Ralph did not seem very curious,’ Amelia observed thoughtfully. ‘I am surprised he did not press you more on the reasons for your presence here!’
‘I think he was too embarrassed,’ Sarah said, with a giggle. ‘Poor Ralph, I believe he thinks we will put a blight on his revels!’
‘Well, we may try!’ Amelia got to her feet. ‘Sarah, I have been thinking about Lord Renshaw’s purpose in accompanying us. I know that you said that the Earl decreed it, but are you sure that it is not also because Guy wishes to be near you? It seems to me that his lordship is intent on pursuit—of one description or another!’
Sarah knew that a telltale blush burned her cheek. She was not sure whether it would be worse to tell Amelia the truth about Guy’s proposal or distract her by sharing what she had overheard the previous night. But that would involve too many explanations; besides, she knew that Amelia’s real interest lay in the romantic aspect of the case.
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