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little money out of me, for I have nothing but this house and a pittance to keep it up. But that does not mean I wish to give any of it away and I can certainly help the rest of you if you would like me to.” She smiled reassuringly at Alice. “I will write to my lawyer at once for advice on countermeasures that we may take. Then we will rally the ladies of the village to oppose Sir Montague. There must be plenty of steps we can take to thwart him. A meeting at the circulating library within the next few days, perhaps…” She felt an unexpected rush of excitement. It was a small thing to be organizing a revolt against their grasping lord of the manor but it made her feel as though she was doing something active and worthwhile. For too long she had lacked a cause.
Alice was looking at her with admiration. “How splendid you are, Laura! So practical! We will soon have Sir Montague retreating in disarray.”
“That explains Mr. Anstruther’s presence in Fortune’s Folly,” Laura said, struck by a sudden thought. “He must be here to look for a rich wife.” She felt her temper bubble up as she thought about it. The nerve of Dexter Anstruther, coming to the village with the intention of finding a bride and propositioning her to be his mistress at the same time. And he had once been a man of principle. He had been right. He had changed.
“The blackguard!” she said, her indignation growing. “Everyone knows he is as poor as a church mouse. He is no more than a fortune hunter!”
“He is not the only one,” Alice said. “I was tripping over gentlemen down from London on my way to visit you. I could scarcely make my way across the market square without being importuned by some adventurer or other.”
“Well,” Laura said, stirring the teapot so viciously that the liquid inside splashed onto the table. “They will find that the ladies of Fortune’s Folly are no easy target. The arrogance! To think that they can come here with their town bronze and sweep some heiress or other to the altar.”
She reached for the cups with a violence that put her ancient china at risk. So Dexter Anstruther had come to Fortune’s Folly hunting a rich heiress. Well, she would show him his mistake. He would rue the day he had come seeking a wealthy wife. She would see he did.
CHAPTER FIVE
DEXTER WAS HOLDING in his hand a letter from the Dowager Duchess of Cole. It reminded him of the Laura Cole he had known four years before, who had been the perfect duchess, elegant and gracious.
Dear Mr. Anstruther, it read, thank you very much for the service rendered to me earlier today when you rescued me from the river…
Dexter sighed. Laura Cole was, as ever, presenting the perfect facade of propriety.
But what had he expected it to say?
Dear Mr. Anstruther, thank you very much for your offer to be my lover on the basis of mutual convenience and pleasure. Having given the matter my consideration, I fear I must decline. Although I took you to my bed in the past, I no longer have any romantic interest in you…
On calm and mature reflection, Dexter felt that trying to seduce Laura had not been the most intelligent thing that he could have done. He needed to remember that he was in Fortune’s Folly to work first and foremost, and also to find a rich wife. Laura Cole was a penniless widow and unsuitable to boot. The fact that he wanted her in his bed now as much as ever was distracting and irrational and he needed to ignore it, particularly since she had made her disdain for him so very clear. Even so, the urge to seek her out again, the need to see her, speak to her, simply be near her, plagued him and would not go away. It felt like a burr against his skin. He shrugged irritably.
“Are we to go to the assembly or not?” Miles Vickery drawled, lounging back in the chair. “Or are you to sit here rereading that note all evening?” Miles had arrived an hour before with fresh instructions from Lord Liverpool and the express
Alice was looking at her with admiration. “How splendid you are, Laura! So practical! We will soon have Sir Montague retreating in disarray.”
“That explains Mr. Anstruther’s presence in Fortune’s Folly,” Laura said, struck by a sudden thought. “He must be here to look for a rich wife.” She felt her temper bubble up as she thought about it. The nerve of Dexter Anstruther, coming to the village with the intention of finding a bride and propositioning her to be his mistress at the same time. And he had once been a man of principle. He had been right. He had changed.
“The blackguard!” she said, her indignation growing. “Everyone knows he is as poor as a church mouse. He is no more than a fortune hunter!”
“He is not the only one,” Alice said. “I was tripping over gentlemen down from London on my way to visit you. I could scarcely make my way across the market square without being importuned by some adventurer or other.”
“Well,” Laura said, stirring the teapot so viciously that the liquid inside splashed onto the table. “They will find that the ladies of Fortune’s Folly are no easy target. The arrogance! To think that they can come here with their town bronze and sweep some heiress or other to the altar.”
She reached for the cups with a violence that put her ancient china at risk. So Dexter Anstruther had come to Fortune’s Folly hunting a rich heiress. Well, she would show him his mistake. He would rue the day he had come seeking a wealthy wife. She would see he did.
CHAPTER FIVE
DEXTER WAS HOLDING in his hand a letter from the Dowager Duchess of Cole. It reminded him of the Laura Cole he had known four years before, who had been the perfect duchess, elegant and gracious.
Dear Mr. Anstruther, it read, thank you very much for the service rendered to me earlier today when you rescued me from the river…
Dexter sighed. Laura Cole was, as ever, presenting the perfect facade of propriety.
But what had he expected it to say?
Dear Mr. Anstruther, thank you very much for your offer to be my lover on the basis of mutual convenience and pleasure. Having given the matter my consideration, I fear I must decline. Although I took you to my bed in the past, I no longer have any romantic interest in you…
On calm and mature reflection, Dexter felt that trying to seduce Laura had not been the most intelligent thing that he could have done. He needed to remember that he was in Fortune’s Folly to work first and foremost, and also to find a rich wife. Laura Cole was a penniless widow and unsuitable to boot. The fact that he wanted her in his bed now as much as ever was distracting and irrational and he needed to ignore it, particularly since she had made her disdain for him so very clear. Even so, the urge to seek her out again, the need to see her, speak to her, simply be near her, plagued him and would not go away. It felt like a burr against his skin. He shrugged irritably.
“Are we to go to the assembly or not?” Miles Vickery drawled, lounging back in the chair. “Or are you to sit here rereading that note all evening?” Miles had arrived an hour before with fresh instructions from Lord Liverpool and the express
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