dine downstairs while you see to it.’
The woman bobbed a curtsy. ‘At once, my lord.’
Having laid down his orders, he turned to Emma. ‘Come, Miss Draper.’
A little bemused, Emma followed him downstairs, to find Joe and Rose cosily ensconced in the parlour close to the fire where he was regaling her with a gory story of war in Spain.
His lordship ordered a meal, but Emma was almost too tired to eat. Travelling by public coach was very different from going in their own carriage and taking their time about it, very different from going post chaise, though they hadn’t done that since her father died. She suspected her stepfather was not nearly as wealthy as he liked people to believe. And he could not touch her inheritance. Of course! That was it, that was why he was insisting on her marrying Lord Bentwater. They had done a deal over her fortune. How hard would they try to find her? If they caught up with her beforeshe reached Mrs Summers, what would her present escort do? Hand her over, or help her? She was too tired to worry about it, too tired to take part in the conversation.
‘Miss Draper, I am keeping you from your bed.’
‘What? Oh, I am sorry, my lord. What were you saying?’
‘It is of no consequence. Come, I’ll escort you to your room. You need to sleep and we have an early start in the morning.’
She did not argue, but stood up and followed him from the room, Rose bringing up the rear. At the door of the room she turned to thank him, but he brushed her thanks aside. ‘Glad to be of service,’ he said. ‘I am just along the passage. If you need anything, send Miss Turner to wake me. I’ll be with you in an instant.’ He bowed and strode away.
The two girls entered the room and shut the door. The bed linen had been changed and there was fresh water in the ewer and the layer of dust she had noticed earlier had gone. Her bag and Rose’s bundle were on a chest below the window.
Emma sank on to the bed, while Rose unpacked their night things. ‘What do you make of him, Rose?’
‘I don’t know, my lady. In my book, men don’t do favours for nothing and we’ve landed ourselves very much in his debt. What is he going to ask in return?’
‘Perhaps he doesn’t want anything. Perhaps he is simply a knight errant.’
Rose’s reply was a sniff of disbelief.
‘Do you think he believes our story?’
‘Does it matter what he believes?’ She crossed the room with Emma’s nightgown and laid it on the bed.
Emma began unbuttoning her dress. ‘I found myself wondering what he would do if Sir George were to catch up with us before we reached our destination. Should I tell him the truth and throw myself on his mercy?’
‘No, my lady. You don’t know anything about him. Hemight take advantage. Just think, he is a soldier, used to soldier’s ways…’
‘But I’m sure he’s an officer and a gentleman.’
‘You only have his word for that. Does a gentleman travel with his servant and sit at the same table?’
‘I am travelling with you in the same manner.’
‘That’s different.’
‘How different?’
‘You are not pretending to be a titled lady. Take my word for it, he thinks you are a gentlewoman fallen on hard times and as such ripe for a little sport.’
‘Rose, I refuse to believe that.’
Rose shrugged and helped Emma out of her clothes and slipped her nightdress over her head. ‘Why did he suggest sending me to fetch him in the middle of the night, then?’
She hadn’t thought of that. ‘Oh, Rose, I would never have taken that as an invitation. How glad I am that you came with me.’
She went over to the door and turned the key in the lock and then dragged a chair against it for good measure. There was only one bed and they got into it together. Two minutes later they were both asleep.
Alex prepared for bed in a thoughtful mood. The more he saw of Miss Fanny Draper, the more he was convinced she was not what she seemed. She had started out being
The woman bobbed a curtsy. ‘At once, my lord.’
Having laid down his orders, he turned to Emma. ‘Come, Miss Draper.’
A little bemused, Emma followed him downstairs, to find Joe and Rose cosily ensconced in the parlour close to the fire where he was regaling her with a gory story of war in Spain.
His lordship ordered a meal, but Emma was almost too tired to eat. Travelling by public coach was very different from going in their own carriage and taking their time about it, very different from going post chaise, though they hadn’t done that since her father died. She suspected her stepfather was not nearly as wealthy as he liked people to believe. And he could not touch her inheritance. Of course! That was it, that was why he was insisting on her marrying Lord Bentwater. They had done a deal over her fortune. How hard would they try to find her? If they caught up with her beforeshe reached Mrs Summers, what would her present escort do? Hand her over, or help her? She was too tired to worry about it, too tired to take part in the conversation.
‘Miss Draper, I am keeping you from your bed.’
‘What? Oh, I am sorry, my lord. What were you saying?’
‘It is of no consequence. Come, I’ll escort you to your room. You need to sleep and we have an early start in the morning.’
She did not argue, but stood up and followed him from the room, Rose bringing up the rear. At the door of the room she turned to thank him, but he brushed her thanks aside. ‘Glad to be of service,’ he said. ‘I am just along the passage. If you need anything, send Miss Turner to wake me. I’ll be with you in an instant.’ He bowed and strode away.
The two girls entered the room and shut the door. The bed linen had been changed and there was fresh water in the ewer and the layer of dust she had noticed earlier had gone. Her bag and Rose’s bundle were on a chest below the window.
Emma sank on to the bed, while Rose unpacked their night things. ‘What do you make of him, Rose?’
‘I don’t know, my lady. In my book, men don’t do favours for nothing and we’ve landed ourselves very much in his debt. What is he going to ask in return?’
‘Perhaps he doesn’t want anything. Perhaps he is simply a knight errant.’
Rose’s reply was a sniff of disbelief.
‘Do you think he believes our story?’
‘Does it matter what he believes?’ She crossed the room with Emma’s nightgown and laid it on the bed.
Emma began unbuttoning her dress. ‘I found myself wondering what he would do if Sir George were to catch up with us before we reached our destination. Should I tell him the truth and throw myself on his mercy?’
‘No, my lady. You don’t know anything about him. Hemight take advantage. Just think, he is a soldier, used to soldier’s ways…’
‘But I’m sure he’s an officer and a gentleman.’
‘You only have his word for that. Does a gentleman travel with his servant and sit at the same table?’
‘I am travelling with you in the same manner.’
‘That’s different.’
‘How different?’
‘You are not pretending to be a titled lady. Take my word for it, he thinks you are a gentlewoman fallen on hard times and as such ripe for a little sport.’
‘Rose, I refuse to believe that.’
Rose shrugged and helped Emma out of her clothes and slipped her nightdress over her head. ‘Why did he suggest sending me to fetch him in the middle of the night, then?’
She hadn’t thought of that. ‘Oh, Rose, I would never have taken that as an invitation. How glad I am that you came with me.’
She went over to the door and turned the key in the lock and then dragged a chair against it for good measure. There was only one bed and they got into it together. Two minutes later they were both asleep.
Alex prepared for bed in a thoughtful mood. The more he saw of Miss Fanny Draper, the more he was convinced she was not what she seemed. She had started out being
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