Talk of the Ton. Mary Nichols
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While the maid bustled about opening cupboard doors and searching for clothes, Sophie sat Beth down. ‘Now, tell me what possessed you to run away from home like that? Did you not think of your poor Mama, and Livvy, worrying about you? And not only your safety, which would certainly worry them, but the scandal. What do you suppose it would do to James if the King ever heard of it?’
‘I was not running away,’ Beth said. ‘I simply went to say goodbye to Toby; if Uncle James had not sent him away so suddenly that he could not tell me he was going, I never would have done it.’ Her eyes filled with tears. ‘I wish I had not. I did not see Toby. He told Mr Melhurst he did not want to see me, though I only have Mr Melhurst’s word for that…’
‘Surely you are not suggesting Mr Melhurst would tell you an untruth? Goodness, Beth, he did not have to take you up and bring you home, he was not obliged to do anything for you. But he did, no matter the inconvenience to himself.’
‘I know and I am thankful. I told him so, but he did not have to be so insufferably top-lofty about it…’ She paused as Rose came towards her bearing a green silk gown trimmed with pale green lace and cream-coloured ribbon.
‘I think this will fit you, Miss Harley.’
‘Very suitable,’ Sophie said. ‘Now, change quickly before anyone else sees you.’
‘What are you going to tell Uncle James?’
Sophie looked at her with her head on one side, smiling a little. ‘What should you like me to tell him?’
‘I wish he need not know I am here. Then, perhaps tomorrow, you can arrange for someone to escort me home. I will keep out of sight, I promise. No one need know I have ever been here.’ She was stripping off the sadly crumpled suit as she spoke.
‘And your punishment?’
‘Anything but a jobation from Uncle James. I will be the dutiful niece and daughter for the whole Season, I promise.’
Sophie laughed. ‘I should not make promises you cannot keep, Beth.’ She watched as Rose helped her into the dress. ‘Goodness, I have left Mr Melhurst all alone. I must go down and thank him and offer him refreshment. Come down when you are ready and let him see you are really a lady, and thank him yourself for taking such good care of you.’
Beth did not want to face him again, she would die with mortification. Perhaps if she dawdled over her toilette he would tire of waiting and take his leave, no doubt glad to be rid of her.
Andrew was examining a portrait of the Duchess by Frances Corringham, an artist he did not know, which he found particularly pleasing for its delicate attention to detail, when he heard the door open behind him. Assuming it was the Duchess returning, he turned to find himself facing a small boy in a nightshirt. His feet were bare and his hair was tousled, as if he had just woken.
‘Hello,’ the young one said. ‘Who are you?’
‘My name is Andrew Melhurst. And whom do I have the honour of addressing?’
‘I am Viscount James Dersingham. The Duke of Belfont is my father.’ It was said proudly but not, Andrew noted, arrogantly. ‘I am six.’
Andrew, to humour him, gave him an elaborate bow. ‘At your service, my lord.’
Jamie giggled. ‘You may call me Jamie, if you like.’
‘Thank you. Does your mama know you are out of bed?’
‘I could not sleep. I heard the door knocker and voices. I came to see who had called.’
‘And now you have satisfied your curiosity, do you not think you should return to your bed?’
Jamie ignored that suggestion. ‘Why are you here? It is the middle of the night.’
‘Not quite,’ Andrew said, glancing at the ornate clock on the mantelpiece which told him it was half past nine.
‘Where is my mama?’
‘Yes, where is she?’ a masculine voice enquired.
Andrew turned to confront a gentleman in impeccable evening attire who could only be the Duke of Belfont. Before he could do more than bow, young Jamie had flung himself at his father, who picked him up. ‘Jamie, why are you not in bed?’
‘I heard the door knocker and cousin Beth’s voice, so I came to see her. Why is she dressed in those funny clothes, Papa?’
‘I think you must be mistaken, son, she is not arriving until next week. I told you that, did I not?’
‘Yes, but she must have come early.’
James strode to the door and called the footman who hovered in the hall. ‘Take Master Jamie to his nurse, Foster. Tell her to put him back to bed.’ As soon as the boy had been led away James turned to Andrew, who had been listening in acute discomfort. ‘Now, sir, who are you and what are you doing here?’
‘My name is Andrew Melhurst, my lord Duke, lately back from India. I arrived on the Princess Charlotte…’ He paused, wondering how to go on.
‘Melhurst,’ the Duke put in. ‘Relation to Baron Melhurst of Heathlands near Newmarket, are you?’
‘Yes, his grandson.’
‘I know him. He was a friend of my father’s. How is he?’
‘He has been ill, which was why I returned to England, but he is recovering.’ He paused. ‘I met a young man on board, a Mr Toby Kendall.’
‘Ah, I begin to see. He was going as you were coming.’
‘Exactly.’
‘And you have a commission from him to me.’
‘Yes, your Grace.’
‘What did the young bounder want? I have dealt very generously with him and cannot think what else he may require…’
Andrew was nonplussed. ‘Your Grace,’ he began and then stopped, before taking a breath and continuing, ‘He desired me to thank you.’
James laughed. ‘Be blowed to that for a tale. Come on, man, the truth, if you please.’ He stopped and then added, ‘What was my son saying about his cousin Beth being here? Is Miss Harley here?’
‘Oh, James, do not blame Mr Melhurst. He has been the epitome of good sense and discretion.’
James swung round at the sound of his wife’s voice. ‘My dear, I was not blaming him—how could I when I have no idea what I have to blame him for? But, now you are here, perhaps you will put the poor man out of his unease and explain what has happened.’
Sophie went to her husband and took his hand. ‘Sit down, James, and you too, Mr Melhurst, we cannot converse properly if everyone is standing. I have ordered refreshments. Poor Mr Melhurst has been too busy on our behalf