I have the skill to pass my knowledge along. I have not forgotten my own lessons.’
‘I have to warn you that my daughters are not the easiest children to teach. They have driven off two governesses in the past year alone.’
She hesitated and saw disappointment enter his gaze. She steeled her spine. ‘I will do the best I can, my lord.’
‘That is all I can ask. I agree to your terms. I will expect you on Wednesday afternoon, if that is convenient, and again on Friday.’
‘That is convenient, my lord.’ Heat travelled through her body. ‘My fee is payable in advance, you will recall.’
‘When you arrive on Wednesday, your fee will await you.’
She would have liked some of it today, but beggars could not be choosers. She nodded her acceptance.
He picked up his hat and left.
Two governesses driven off. What had she let herself in for?
* * *
The following Wednesday, Jack paced his study. At any moment Lady Marguerite was supposed to arrive.
Why the hell had he hired the woman? She had lied to him. A few discreet enquiries and he had the truth of the matter. Initially, there had been three widows living at the cottage. Two of them had wed, leaving Lady Marguerite alone. There were no servants. The maid and manservant who had been employed at the cottage had married and gone elsewhere. The lady had not hired anyone to take their places.
So why lie?
Because he would have disapproved of her lack of servants? Why would she care what he thought?
Because she needed the money from the drawing lessons. What lady would advertise for employment if she wasn’t desperate? Clearly, Lord Westram should take better care of his sister.
Hah. The wry amusement that thought engendered gave him pause. Of course she wouldn’t go to her brother, since the woman obviously valued her independence. Not the sort of influence he wanted for his daughters. But there was no going back since he had already offered her the position, or at least he had offered to give her the opportunity to prove she could do the job. He had also sent over one of his stable lads to take care of her horse and keep an eye on her. It wasn’t right that a lady should live completely alone, mucking out her own stables and carrying her own coal.
If indeed she had any coal.
There had been a good pile of logs at the back door, though. Hopefully, his lad would have the sense to split them when he ran out of work in the stables. Jack went to his desk, looked at the pile of paperwork and then went to the window. It was nearly two in the afternoon. She should be here at any moment. Unless she intended to be fashionably late.
But no. He smiled at the sight of the trap advancing up his drive at a steady clip. He went outside to greet her.
A groom ran out from the stables to take her horse and held it steady while he helped her down. She was dressed in the same dun-brown coat she had worn the day she brought his daughters home. And as on that occasion, her hair was neatly pinned beneath a plain cap and covered by a serviceable bonnet with the sprig of daisies on the brim a startling little nod to femininity.
‘Good afternoon, Lord Compton,’ she said coolly.
‘Good afternoon, Lady Marguerite.’
She gave him a tight little smile. ‘Where might I find my charges?’
‘In the nursery. Come. I will show you the way.’
He had spent his own childhood in this nursery with his own nanny. She’d been a little livelier than Nanny James was now. Certainly spryer. But there was no one else he would trust as much as he trusted her to care for his children.
Sounds of excited talking and giggling grew louder as they walked along the corridor. He made his step extra heavy, the sound echoing off the walls. The sounds ceased. He threw open the door and the three children were lined up in a row opposite, just as he had requested the previous evening. As was her wont, Nanny James was sitting beside the hearth, rocking back and forth and smiling at the little row of children. He smiled at them. His children were a credit to him.
‘Good afternoon, daughters,’ he said.
‘Good afternoon, Papa,’ the older two chorused, showing off their best curtsies. Netty removed her thumb from her mouth with a little pop and wobbled when she bent her knees. He really should try to have Nanny break her of the habit of thumb-sucking. He just didn’t have the heart. She was still barely more than a baby. And besides, as Nanny always said when he discussed the matter with her, how many adults did he know who walked around sucking their thumbs?
‘Ladies, this is Lady Marguerite, whom you know already. She has kindly agreed to give you drawing lessons. You will behave and do exactly as she says.’
‘Yes, Papa,’ they said in unison.
He handed Lady Marguerite the paper he had prepared that morning. ‘This is a list of rules with regard to the children’s activities. Please ensure they are followed.’
Lady Marguerite took the list with raised eyebrows. ‘I will let you know if I think they are suitable.’
He gritted his teeth. ‘They are my rules.’
‘I see.’ She glanced around the nursery. ‘We cannot work in here, I am afraid. The girls need tables, easels and drawing implements.’
He’d thought of that. ‘Let me show you the schoolroom. I am sure you will find it meets your needs.’
He led her to the very end of the hallway and opened the door. ‘Will this do?’
It was a large airy space that he and his wife had prepared for the large brood they had expected. They had incorporated it into this wing of the house with a good deal of joyful anticipation. Now it only made him feel sad.
Lady Marguerite nodded. ‘This will do very well, my lord.’
‘The cupboard contains supplies I obtained on the instructions of the last two governesses. I recall they included things like pens and ink and charcoal.’
She crossed to the cupboard and scanned its contents. He could not help but admire the way she strode across the room with a purposeful step. She was ladylike, but also confident as his wife had never been. Which was why he still did not understand why on earth she would have gone out when night was drawing in on foot and alone. A lie. To himself. He knew why. She had gone alone and without talking to him because she knew he would not approve.
‘This looks like a very good start,’ Lady Marguerite said and turned to face him.
‘Excellent. Let me know if anything else is required.’
She glanced around. ‘If we could have this table moved closer to the window, it would be better.’
‘I’ll send a man up to do it.’
She nodded and looked down at his note. She ran her eye down the list and frowned. ‘This is very restrictive, my lord.’
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