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In which a sensible young lady must choose between e
peril of a careening carriage and mud . . . deep mud
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person was none other than Uncle Arthur. While the distance
between them prevented a close examination of his facial features,
there was no doubting the tension in the rigid way he held himself.
Uncle was in a mood.
With a sigh, Lydia frowned at the pretty rill beside her as it
babbled its way down to the bottom of the hill. She was less than
enthused with the idea of stepping off the road and into the deep
mud. Instead, she quickened her pace. The rill veered away from
the road around the curve, a more promising spot to allow a carriage to pass. She was confident she could make it to the turn
before the landau barreled down on her.
As she hastened to safety, Lydia was surprised by a small sound
as it broke through the noisy approach of her uncle. But then,
the sound wasnt really that small.
It was a shout.
Lifting her head, Lydia examined the road ahead of her.
The scene was nature at its finest, for not a house, chimney, or
steeple was in sight. Even the sizable gates to Roseberry Hall were
hidden around the corner. Past the entrance, the road rose again,
coming back into sight from where she stood, and it was there
that Lydia spied a carriage and an occupant.
It was a smaller vehicle than the one rumbling behind her . . .
a gig, perhaps; it was hard to tell exactly from this distance. And
the driver appeared to be a gentleman of indiscernible ageagain,
because her squint could not render the figure any clearer. Still, it
was definitely not a woman.
There seemed to be a problem of some sort, for the man was
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standing in his gignot a wise thing to do even on the smoothest of roads. And he was waving. Rather frantically.
Lydia waved back to acknowledge the hail and increased her
pace even more. As she did, she noted that the stranger dropped
back onto his seat and flicked the reins, setting his horse at a quick
trot. Trying to understand what necessitated this untoward
greeting, Lydia considered the possibility that he might be lost or
injured in some way. She would know soon enough, for their paths
would meet just around the corner.
However, Lydia could tell by the increasing noise behind her
that she did not have enough time to reach the dry ledge before
the landau would be upon her. She was forced into the ditch
and the mud. Though she saved her skirts from the worst of it by
lifting them higher than was seemly, her boots were covered in
sticky brown goo clear up to her ankles. She was not best pleased.
As Lydia watched her uncle rush past, she was surprised he
did not slow for the corner, taking it at a dangerous clip. Surprise
turned into concern when she realized his anger was affecting his
driving erratic and ill-considered. Did he see the other carriage
up ahead? The narrowness of the road would require one driver
to give way, but at that speed, would either be able to react quickly
enough?
The answer was not long in coming. The sound of a collision
reached Lydia just before she rounded the corner. Horrified for
men and horses, Lydia lifted her worsted Pomona green skirt even
higher and ran.
The sight of the two carriages sitting on opposite sides of the
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road was at first a great relief. Both men were atop their seats, and
the horses were neither down nor screaming in fright. However,
with closer scrutiny, it became clear that the gigwhile veering
righthad broken its wheel on a collection of rocks and was listing rather dramatically, threatening to dump the driver onto the
road. The stranger jumped of his own accord, likely preferring to
land on his feet rather than allow gravity to deposit him in an
undignified sprawl.
Uncles carriageor rather the Roseberry Hall landauhad
fared better when it veered off the road, although its cargo had
not. A large box, which must have been on the seat beside him,
had slid to the ground, throwing the cover and contents into
the rill. It was to this that Uncle Arthur was pointing when Lydia
hastened toward him.
There, Lydia, I hope you are happy. I was bringing you a surprise, a pretty little peace offering, a gift for your birthday. And
you ruined it. Yet again your obstinacy and disregard for anyone
but yourself has brought about a disaster.
Other than slowing her pace, Lydia did not know how to react
to such a speech. It was laden with so much injustice that she could
only stare in wonderment and question Uncles grasp of reality.
The accident had not been her doing; it had been his excessive
speed. Had the road been clear of pedestrians or other carriages,
his speed would still have made negotiating the turn without mishap near impossible.
Then there was his reference to obstinacy and disregard for
others. Never had she been so accused. Her sister, Ivywho was
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It was all so naturally done that when she met his eyes, she
was comforted rather than embarrassed by his touch. Im sorry,
he said again, only this time Lydia was certain he was referring
to scaring her rather than sympathizing about the disastrous doll.
The well-dressed gentleman looked to be twenty at most, with
dark, wavy hair brushed forward in a windswept look. The style
served to accent his square jaw and Grecian nose. A classic example of tall, dark, and handsome, and yet it was his eyes that were
his most arresting feature. It wasnt the colorfor they were an
ordinary shade of brownor the shape. No, it was the emotion
emanating from them. Deep set under heavy brows, his kindness
shone through, blanketing her, filling her with the calm she had
struggled for not minutes earlier.
Charming fellow. Relative of yours? The stranger jerked his
head toward the gates. Seems a might dicked in the nob.
Yes, Im afraid I have to claim him. An unclemy mothers
brother.
Drives like a demon, but he did bring you a present. Pivoting,
they both stared back down at the figure on the soggy ground.
Very nice of him. Do you collect dolls? Large, frilly ones?
The poor thing was covered in mud, the delicate lace dress
was ripped, and the right side of its face was smashed. There would
be no recovery from this accident.
I did once.
Im afraid shes quite done for.
His words sounded so tragic that Lydia looked up to reassure
him . . . and noticed his laughing eyes. I think the doll was not
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leave the carriage in Mr.Hodges capable hands a very competent man in regard to coaches and carriages. He wont steer you
wrong.
Standing back up, the man dusted his hands together in a
slow, deliberate move. When he looked up, meeting her gaze, he
nodded. Well, it would be most convenient as Roseberry Hall
was my destination.
Lydia frowned, straightened her back, and unconsciously
lifted her chin. Really, sir? You are expected at Roseberry Hall?
Might you be Miss Lydia Whitfield?
I might be. Lydia was uncomfortable with such a personal
question issued from the lips of a stranger, no matter how handsome and gallant. It just wasnt done.
Excellent, most excellent. The gentleman nodded, seemingly
unaware of her sudden uneasiness. I had hoped for a proper
introduction. This is a little awkward, but one must make the best
of a bad . . . or rather an inelegant . . . situation, dont you think?
As he spoke, the stranger reached inside his caped coat.
I have here a letter of introduction. I was expecting to give it
to your uncle, Mr.Kemble. Glancing at the gate again, where
Uncle Arthur had disappeared, the young gentleman hesitated a
moment and then continued. But I think in these circumstances,
I had best give it to you directly.
Indeed? Lydia was flummoxed. This was highly irregular;
all delicacy dictated that she . . . that she . . . bother! The situation was such that she had no precedent on which to lean. She
was quite at a loss.
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to enlighten her. So why have you come all the way from Bath
to Roseberry Hall, Mr.Newton?
Bath isnt all that far. It only took me a couple of hours. He
glanced over at his gig and shrugged. Would have been faster on
horseback, but Mr.Lynch did insist. Thought it looked better.
More official.
Lydias heart skipped a beat, and she swallowed with a little
difficulty. Do you need to look official?
In some eyes, yes, I would say so.
You arent being very clear, Mr.Newton. Rather cryptic.
Mr.Lynch said you were clever.
And so it was that Lydia stood on the side of Spelding Road
just outside her own gates, observing that the day had grown chilly
and that the splash of the rill was rather boisterous, in a less than
charming manner. Had she been of the right disposition, she might
have snapped at Mr.Newton for his uninformative conversation.
She was now overburdened with thoughts of tardiness and broken
wheels while her solicitors emissary thought nothing of being
mysterious.
Perhaps Mr.Newton didnt realize that an official visit from
a solicitor had preceded the retrenchment of several households
in the area. Or he might not know that Mr.Pibsbury, the estate
land agent, had just retired and that a ninny had been hired in
his stead. Still further, he might not know that arriving without
an invitation or warning was highly irregular and boded ill.
And as those thoughts passed through her mind, Lydia hit
upon another possibilitya reasonable and nonapocalyptic
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reason for his visit. It was just a seed at first, but it grew until it
blossomed in the form of a smile and brought out the sun again.
My letter about Mr.Drurythe new land agent. Mr.Lynch sent
you in response to my letter.
In part, yes.
The sense of relief was such that Mr.Newtons hesitation
barely registered.
Oh, excellent. Most excellent. Come, Mr.Newton, let us
wend our way to Roseberry.
With a quick step back to the gig, Mr.Newton grabbed his
satchel, pulling it free. Joining her by the estate entrance, he halfraised his arm toward her and then, likely realizing they were too
newly acquainted to offer such an intimacy, he dropped it back
to his side.
However, Lydia found that she was not disinclined to take his
arm; in fact, the prospect was rather exciting, in a daring sort of
way. Feeling somewhat roguish, she stepped to his side and placed
her hand in the crook of his arm. He smiled down at her in a
manner that caused a strange flutter in her belly, and then he led
them through the gates.
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