of wheedling the wretched things out of him. And he never even pretended to hand over his wife’s diamonds to her, so he must have put them somewhere for that horrid little girl to find.’
‘We could make far better use of them,’ her lord said thoughtfully, ‘but nobody said a word about the Lambury Jewels turning up when young Hancourt came into that blind trust thing, did they? You could be on to something, Lex,’ he added and his wife stared at him in wonder.
‘You mean we could find them?’ she said.
‘I daren’t show my face, but that tough your sister used to play with when Chris wasn’t looking might track them down for you if we promise to share.’
‘No, he’s dead and I was too frightened of him to go anywhere near him if he wasn’t. I might be stuck upstairs waiting on my nip-cheese aunt most of the time, but I suppose I could find out when they were last seen if I get her talking about the old days long enough, but are you sure we’ll be able to find them, my love?’
‘Why not? And we have nothing to lose, do we?’
‘No, we’ve already lost it,’ her ladyship said gloomily, the fabulous wealth her lord inherited the day he came of age seeming to haunt her for a moment. ‘They only let me leave Derneley House in what I stood up in and they searched me for anything valuable before they even let me do that,’ she remembered mournfully.
‘You can keep a ring and one of the small necklets when we sell the rest,’ her lord said almost generously.
‘Thank you, my love,’ she said meekly.
‘Hmm, it might work, but Hancourt’s too tough a customer for us to get anything out of him and he knows us too well.’
‘Yes, and he must be dangerous with all those scars and fighting in all the battles he survived when Gus Hancourt sent him off to be killed in the army,’ her ladyship said matter of factly, as if she saw nothing very wrong in the late Duke of Linaire’s heartless scheming to gain his nephew’s fortune.
‘Cunning as well—think how he deceived us. He was only a secretary when he came to Derneley House to take my father’s books away. He must be hiding that sister of his somewhere though, because she certainly ain’t doing the Season, is she?’
‘No, I would have heard. Aunt Horseforth may not go out much, but she corresponds with half the old dowagers of the ton.’
‘I dare say the Hancourt wench is as plain as her mother was then, or he’d have insisted she came to town by now.’
‘I wish Pamela never met their father, but she and Chris would have had far more beautiful children together if he’d been able to marry her.’
‘You’re the aunt of the wench Hancourt married though, ain’t you? You must call at Linaire House when she and Hancourt get back from the north and make sure he feels a pressing need to write to his sister. That way we’ll be able to find out her address and somehow get her to lead us to the jewels. Chris must have realised how plain she would turn out to be and he knew a man needs a good reason to wed an antidote. Lady Chris could never have hooked the son of a duke without the Lambury Jewels and the old man Lambury’s fortune as bait. The diamonds would set us up nicely and the old man gave them to Chris’s wife after the marriage, so they weren’t part of the settlements and he could leave them to his daughter if he wanted to.’
‘You’re so clever, Derneley,’ his wife said with an admiring sigh. ‘I can’t imagine how I’m to make that horrid boy of Chris’s so worried he’ll give her address away by writing to her, though.’
‘Oh, really, Lex, do I have to think of everything?’ her lord said sleepily and waved her away so he could sleep after a strenuous day of escaping his creditors and looking for new money to waste.
‘Oh, do stop the carriage, Binley!’ Georgiana shouted before Nell could check her. ‘Good morning, Mr Moss.’
Nell managed a sickly smile for the man who had been haunting her dreams.
‘Good morning, Miss Georgiana, Miss Court,’ he said politely.
‘But we are keeping you standing in the rain, Mr Moss,’ Nell said in the hope he’d agree and hurry on without further ado.
‘A mere drizzle, Miss Court. We land stewards have to accustom ourselves to the whims of the English weather.’
Now why did she think he was mocking himself as much as her this time? ‘All the same it is another cold and dreary day—can we take you up as far as Brampton Village?’ she offered as politely as she could manage when she didn’t want to be shut in a closed carriage with him even for that long.
‘That is very kind, ma’am. My horse is being re-shod so it will save me a half-hour’s walk to collect him from the forge,’ the man said cheerfully and Nell bit back a protest she was being polite and didn’t mean it.
At least he sat with his back to the horses, but that meant she must look at him instead of feeling his muscular male limbs next to her and it was only marginally better. He had acquired more suitable clothes in the three days since he appeared out of the night to plague her. In practical leathers and countryman’s boots and coat he should be quite unremarkable, but somehow he was nothing of the sort. His linen was spotless and his plain waistcoat was cut by a master, but it wasn’t his clothes that made him stand out, it was the man underneath them. His masculine vitality seemed almost too big for a confined space and Nell felt she couldn’t even breathe without taking in more of him than she wanted to. And she didn’t want to, did she? Her doubts about that had been creeping into her dreams. Every morning she had to tell herself they were nightmares when she woke up with those fading rags of unthinkably erotic fantasies shaming her waking hours. How was she to look him in the face with the thought of them plaguing her with impossible things?
‘The others are sewing with Mrs Winch this morning,’ Georgiana informed him happily. ‘I share Maria Welland’s music lessons and Miss Court comes with me to have tea and a comfortable coze with Maria’s Miss Tweed while our teacher shouts at us in French.’
‘You unlucky creatures, no wonder the other Misses Selford prefer their embroidery frames.’
‘Lavinia has no ear for music; Madame says she would rather—’
‘Never mind her exact words, Georgiana,’ Nell interrupted hastily, having overheard the lady’s agonies before she’d declared Georgiana the only Selford girl with even the suggestion of a voice and refused to hear the others sing ever again.
‘I was only going to say she would rather teach cats to sing than Lavinia, Miss Court,’ Georgiana said with such mischief in her eyes that Nell would usually have to laugh, except she refused to do so in front of Mr Moss.
‘Well, don’t,’ she said crossly instead. ‘Lavinia can’t help being about as unmusical as possible without being tone deaf.’
‘I know and she does embroider exquisitely,’ Georgiana admitted. ‘She can paint far better than the rest of us as well. But that’s why we’re out and about on our own this morning, Mr Moss,’ she went on with an expectant look at him that said it was his turn to recite a list of engagements for the day.
