The Guardian's Dilemma. Gail Whitiker
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Clearly there was more to Gillian Gresham than met the eye.
‘So, does that mean you are not entirely sorry to be here with us rather than back home in Hertfordshire?’ Helen enquired with a smile.
‘Not entirely, though I would never tell Oliver that.’ Gillian watched a small green caterpillar inch its way through the grass at her feet. ‘I want him to suffer terrible feelings of guilt for having left me here. I intend to make sure he knows that if I waste away to nothing, it will all have been his fault.’
Helen was careful not to smile, though she was very much tempted to. ‘I hardly think he will believe that, Miss Gresham.’
‘Nor do I, but it pleases me to think he might. I would certainly not tell him that I do not miss stuffy old Shefferton Hall at all.’ Gillian sighed. ‘The only problem is that I do miss my dear Mr Wymington.’
Thinking it might sound strange if she did not enquire about a gentleman who had now been mentioned twice in conversation, Helen said, ‘And who is Mr Wymington?’
Once again, the change in Gillian’s appearance was remarkable. She clasped her hands together in front of her and her smile grew positively radiant. ‘He is the most kind and considerate gentleman I have ever known. He is a lieutenant in the militia, and surely the most handsome man in the entire regiment!’
‘Is he indeed? And is there an arrangement between the two of you?’
The girl’s animation vanished like a candle being extinguished. ‘I only wish there were. Oliver does not care for Mr Wymington. That is why he sent me here. He does not wish me to see him ever again.’
Helen had to exercise a certain amount of care as regards what she said next. She knew it would be wrong to encourage Gillian to go against the wishes of her guardian, but she did want to hear Gillian’s side of the story. After all, it was entirely possible that Oliver Brandon’s reasons for wishing to separate the two were entirely groundless. ‘Why doesn’t your guardian like Mr Wymington?’
‘Because he thinks he is only after my money. I’m an heiress, you see, Miss de Coverdale. When I turn one-and-twenty, I shall inherit a great deal of money.’
‘And is Mr Wymington in possession of a good income himself?’
‘No. At least, none that he has ever mentioned to me.’
Which probably meant he wasn’t, Helen reflected silently. Lower-ranking officers did not earn a great deal of money, and half-pay officers even less. ‘Then it is entirely possible your guardian is right,’ Helen replied, willing for the moment to give Mr Brandon the benefit of the doubt. ‘It is not unheard of for young gentlemen who are in, shall we say…restricted financial circumstances to be attracted to wealthy young women,’ she pointed out. ‘Especially when they are as pretty as you.’
The young woman’s face brightened again. ‘Do you really think I am pretty?’
‘Of course, but I am sure Mr Wymington has told you that.’
The blush in the girl’s cheeks deepened. ‘Miss de Coverdale, may I ask you a question?’
‘You may.’
‘It is rather personal.’
‘I shan’t answer it if it is too personal.’
‘Well, it is just that…why would someone as beautiful as you not be married?’
Helen blinked her surprise. ‘Good Lord. Whatever made you ask such a thing?’
‘Because you are not like the other teachers here. Oh, they are all very pleasant, to be sure, but none of them are anywhere near as lovely as you. And I know that gentlemen are attracted to pretty ladies. So I simply wondered why you were not married.’
‘Perhaps no one has ever asked me,’ Helen said in as light-hearted a tone as she could manage.
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