He recalled all the things he had been told about her in a jumbled rush. He had not believed that her Season had been disastrous because she was shy, having been on the receiving end of her temper, but could she really be as shy as everyone had told him? Could a woman have two such opposite traits of character existing side by side?
Yet why not? He had known many horses just like that. Trembling and sweating nervously when the halter went over their head, then kicking out wildly in an attempt to break free. Just like a wild colt, she responded to a man’s approach by either shying or kicking up her heels in a display of defiance.
His eyes narrowed. Whatever this revelation might mean for him he would consider at his leisure. For now, all that mattered was that she was in dire need of rescue. This oaf was bullying her, delighting in reducing her to a mass of quivering nerves. He had met fellows who broke their horses in that way—the fools. The end result was a mount that was not worth riding. For the thrill of mastering, breaking another creature’s spirit, they destroyed all that was fine and admirable.
Well, not while he was here to prevent it. He would not stand by and see a man mistreat a horse, let alone the woman he intended to marry.
He took a calming breath, reminding himself this was a drawing room, not a boxing ring. The method would have to be different, but as far as he was concerned, the gloves were off.
‘Snelgrove, did I hear your name was?’ He held out a hand, forcing the man into either ignoring his overture, or relinquishing his grip on Lady Hester’s elbow. ‘I am Lensborough. I dare say you have heard of me.’
After the briefest of hesitations, the man let go of Lady Hester to shake his hand. ‘Friend of the family, are you?’
There was an awkward pause. Hester still did not appear to have the ability to move as yet, let alone frame a coherent introduction.
‘Mr Snelgrove is a distant relative of mine,’ Miss Dean supplied. ‘He arrived unexpectedly last night.’
On a repairing lease, no doubt, Lord Lensborough thought, taking in the waxy countenance and bloodshot eyes that betokened a life of dissipation. ‘Do you stay long in the district?’ he inquired, taking a pace into the room. In order to continue the conversation, Snelgrove had to turn away from Lady Hester slightly.
‘As long as necessary, my lord. It all depends.’
To his relief, he saw a tide of angry colour rush into Lady Hester’s face, her fists clenching at her sides when Snelgrove glanced her way, grinning.
‘I have many old friends in this area, with whom I wish to renew…links. Lady Hester’s brother was a very dear friend of mine, and I used to run tame in this house during school vacations. Sadly I have not been able to return since the funeral, but now that I am here I had hoped to make up for that omission.’
‘You lost a brother, too, Lady Hester?’ Lord Lensborough’s voice was gentle.
Hester managed to open her mouth, but no sound came out. How could he sound so sympathetic when she had ridden roughshod over his own grief?
‘Alas, he died about six years ago,’ Lady Gregory piped up. ‘A terrible tragedy.’ She looked nervously at Lord Lensborough, then meaningfully at Hester as she went on, ‘We never speak of it…it is too upsetting.’
He looked at Hester, whose face was pale as milk yet again. ‘Forgive me, Lady Hester, for intruding on your grief.’ He spun towards Mr Snelgrove abruptly, turning his back to her.
‘You know the area well, I take it, since you spent so much time here in your youth?’ He began to stroll towards the window, indicating the vast empty moorlands with a sweep of his arm. Snelgrove trailed in his wake reluctantly. He clearly did not wish to move away from Hester, but nor did he dare to defy a marquis in mid-flow.
‘Yes, I do, my lord.’
‘And you ride.’ He paused by the window, hands clasped together behind his back. ‘I would very much like to explore the locality. What I have seen of it is quite intriguing. Perhaps you would care to act as my guide? I have brought a couple of my hunters with me, and so far I fear they have not had much exercise.’
Snelgrove was hooked. There was not a man who’d ever placed a bet on a horse who had not heard of the Marquis of Lensborough’s stables. He would not pass up the chance to ride one of his own hunters. And then, he thought with contempt, he would dine out on the story for weeks.
He felt rather than saw Lady Hester move to a chair and sink into it, and sighed with contentment. He had never felt such satisfaction in knowing that his actions had brought comfort to another person, but then, neither had he experienced such a strong urge to protect a female before.
Lady Hester sighed with relief as Lord Lensborough launched into a detailed account of the pedigree of the horses he had brought with him, while Lionel drank it all in. Her lips twisted in bitter humour. Typical that the two men in the world that she loathed the most should hit it off instantly. But she was not about to complain. That coincidence had bought her a temporary reprieve. With any luck, Lord Lensborough would keep droning on about his stables until it was time for Mr Snelgrove to leave. And now that she knew he was in the area…She bit her lower lip. He had dropped enough hints about gypsies to let her know he would blow her cousins’ ambitions out of the water if she did not bend to his will. The only way to prevent him from blackmailing her was to keep well out of his sight.
As she glared at Lord Lensborough’s back, he half-turned, and ran his eyes over her just once, briefly, as if to ascertain her condition. When she bristled, he nodded, as if satisfied, and turned back to Snelgrove. It all happened so quickly that Hester could not be sure she had not imagined it. If she had not known better, she might have assumed that he was checking up on her, as if he had been sensitive to her distress, and had drawn Lionel away from her, and was keeping him at his side for her benefit.
That could not possibly be. Lord Lensborough notice something that had been hidden from her close family? Absurd. He was far too self-absorbed; she was just so shaken by Lionel’s sudden reappearance, her imagination had run away with her. She was seeing Lensborough as her saviour because she had been desperate for one, that was all.
‘I am glad to see you two are getting along so well!’ Lady Gregory suddenly remarked, her eyes fixed on the two men chatting by the window. ‘You must dine with us one evening, Lionel. You, too, Miss Dean, of course. You can walk over from the vicarage together.’
Hester sprang to her feet. All she wanted to do was avoid Lionel and the stupid woman had invited him into her home!
‘Oh…’ Em caught her eye ‘…I am sure you cannot want us to intrude upon a family party.’
‘Nonsense.’ Lady Gregory blithely swept her protestations aside. ‘We already have Lord Lensborough and his friend come among us. Another couple at the table can only serve to enliven things. In fact, it would be a very good thing if you were to join us, because then we should have enough couples to get up some dancing. It would be a lovely way to round off the house party. Say Wednesday evening? Lady Moulton’s last night with us?’
‘Oh, yes, Mama, the very thing,’ Julia cried, clapping her hands in delight.
‘Come on, Em,’ Lionel drawled, prowling over to where she sat, gazing with concern at Hester’s obvious distress. ‘Don’t say no. Your father will be glad for you to have a chance to get out and enjoy yourself for once.
