The Spinster's Guild : A Sweet Regency Romance Boxset

by Rose Pearson

  Lord Havisham let out a long breath, his jaw working furiously, only for him to stalk past Oliver and walk directly towards the betting book. Oliver sat dully in his chair, thinking that no matter what Lord Havisham’s reaction was, he deserved everything that would come to him. Finishing his brandy, he set the glass down on a small table to his left and sank back. He shouldn’t drink anymore, he decided. He would not be able to manage the rest of the evening if he had too much liquor running through his veins.

  “What is the meaning of this?”

  Lord Havisham rounded on him, standing closer than before and his breathing quick and fast.

  “What is it you have done, Lord Montague?” he hissed, his eyes narrowing all the more. “Explain yourself.”

  Oliver nodded, a sigh leaving his lips. “It is as I have said, Lord Havisham,” he muttered, darkly. “I have been pursuing Lady Amelia in the hope that I might succeed in having her speak to me of her heart. Then Lord Davidson will win the wager and, given a few gentlemen have wagered that I will not be able to do so, he will win a substantial amount of money. It also means Lord Davidson will not reveal to Lord Thornhill that I was much too close to his wife last season.” He heard Lord Havinsham catch his breath, knowing the mention of the Marquess of Thornhill had quite astonished the fellow. Evidently, Lord Havisham was fully aware of the man’s reputation and standing within society.

  “You are stating, then, that Lord Davidson blackmailed you,” Lord Havisham murmured, seemingly growing a little less angry and sinking into a chair near to Oliver’s. “That is why you accepted the wager?”

  “I felt I did not have a choice,” Oliver answered, honestly. “But I did, Lord Havisham. This is not something I wish to blame others for. I could have refused Lord Davidson entirely; I could have faced the consequences of my prior actions. But I did not.” He shrugged, shaking his head. “But now I intend to do so.”

  Lord Havisham blinked, leaning forward in his chair and looking at Oliver with sharp eyes. “You mean to say you are going to speak to Lord Thornhill?”

  “I am,” Oliver answered miserably. “I can see no other way to ensure Lord Davidson is unsuccessful, nor to prove to Lady Amelia that I have no intention of going through with my plan.” He looked up and saw Lord Havisham studying him, his eyes a little narrowed still. “I love her. I love her desperately, and now I must separate from her, for otherwise, I will break her heart completely.”

  “I fear you have done so already,” Lord Havisham muttered, pushing one hand through his hair. “I do not know what to think, Montague. I do not want to believe you but given what you have said and given your countenance at the present moment, I think I have no other choice but to do so.”

  Oliver shrugged again, having no particular concern as to whether or not Lord Havisham believed him. If Lord Havisham intended to bring down consequences upon his head for what he had done to Lady Amelia, then Oliver would accept them without hesitation or question. Otherwise, Lord Havisham could believe what he wished.

  “I do not want to help you,” Lord Havisham grated, his expression darkening. “But I feel as though I have minimal choice but to do so. Not for your sake, of course, but for the sake of Lady Amelia.”

  “No.”

  Oliver half rose from his seat, pointing one hand out towards Lord Havisham. “No, you cannot. You must not.”

  “She cares for you.”

  “I do not deserve her!”

  This shout rang out across Whites, making almost every other gentleman pause in their conversation, turning to look at who might have been making such a ridiculous noise. Oliver sank back down in his chair, covering his face with his hands and wishing to heaven that Lord Havisham had never come in search of him.

  “I do not deserve her,” he said again, dropping his hands to his lap and looking morosely at Lord Havisham. “I know she has come to care for me, but I will not use that against her. Her heart must forget me, Lord Havisham. I am not worthy of her affections.” Swallowing hard, he sighed heavily again. “You know what I have done, Lord Havisham. You know I am a selfish, arrogant, cruel man. Why then would you wish for Lady Amelia to tie herself to me?”

  A glimmer of a smile crossed Lord Havisham’s face. “Because,” he said, leaning forward and fixing Oliver with his gaze. “Because you have proven to me, Lord Montague, that you are truly in love with Lady Amelia. You would not be as distraught as you are at present if you were not. You are willing to give her up entirely, to be without her for the rest of your life, all so she will be protected from you. That speaks of an affection that runs deeply through your heart. And besides which…” He trailed off, looking all about him for a moment, looking a little desperate. “You are not the only gentleman who has made a foolish mistake,” he said eventually, his expression grim. “I made a catastrophic mess of things some years ago. I must hope she will see the evidence of my regard for her, of my change of heart, and be willing to give me another opportunity to prove myself to her.”

  Oliver frowned, not quite certain of whom Lord Havisham spoke, but wondering to himself whether the gentleman referred to Lady Smithton.

  “You must give Lady Amelia the choice as to whether or not she can give you even a modicum of trust,” Lord Havisham continued, earnestly. “Once she has become aware of the truth, aware of everything you have done and everything you regret, she may then decide to give you another opportunity to prove yourself.”

  “And if she does not?”

  Lord Havisham sighed and sat back in his chair, his eyes growing a little sorrowful. “There is always the possibility she will do that,” he admitted, quietly. “But even if there is the smallest flicker of hope that Lady Amelia might give you another chance, Lord Havisham, then do you not wish to pursue it?”

  Oliver considered this for some moments. He could not feel hope at this present time. There was not an ounce of expectation in his heart, nothing but darkness and dismay. A vision of Lady Amelia laughing up at him, her emerald eyes gleaming with delight, began to burn into his memory. He had managed to make her laugh once, had managed to bring her joy. Was he now to have that only as a memory, never to see it again? Or was there the smallest chance he might be able to see her so contented once more?

  “I think it only the remotest chance such a thing will occur,” he said honestly. “And yet I feel such a longing in my heart that I cannot turn away from it.” With weary eyes, he looked back at Lord Havisham, who was nodding with a grim sense of determination in his expression. “I just do not know what I am to do to express to her the desires that linger within my heart.”

  Lord Havisham’s eyes flickered. “You say you intend to speak to Lord Thornhill?” he asked as Oliver nodded. “You plan to tell him all that occurred between yourself and his wife?”

  “I do,” Oliver answered, his stomach twisting with a sudden nervousness, knowing full well what Lord Thornhill’s reaction would be. “I must remove the opportunity for Lord Davidson to blackmail me by ensuring Lord Thornhill knows all.” He swallowed hard and lowered his gaze. “No matter what the consequences will be.”

  There was a short silence. Oliver stared down at the ground miserably, still feeling as though Lady Amelia would reject him entirely when it came to the truth of the matter. He might profess his love, fall on his knees and beg for her forgiveness, but he was still quite certain the pain he had brought her would be too much for her to bear and certainly too much to forgive.

  “I know Lord Thornhill,” Lord Havisham said slowly, breaking into Oliver’s thoughts. “Allow me to arrange the meeting on your behalf.”

  Oliver opened his mouth to ask why, only for Lord Havisham to hold up one hand, continuing to speak.

  “Lord Thornhill is, as you know, a very particular man. He may not agree to your calling upon him and may also refuse an invitation from you.”

  Oliver sighed and nodded miserably, knowing full well his reputation preceded him and that someone like Lord Thornhill might choose to stay clear of his comp
any.

  “Therefore, I shall have him call upon me,” Lord Havisham continued, firmly. “And you will be present also when he arrives. Do you concur, Lord Montague?”

  Not truly understanding why Lord Havisham was showing such willingness and desire to help him, Oliver studied the gentleman for a few minutes. Lord Havisham’s eyes were steady, his jaw set and a faint anger glistening in his eyes. Oliver knew he could not refuse such an offer, not when Lord Havisham was clearly doing all of this to aid Lady Amelia, and yet there was still reluctance to accept, fearing that it would all tumble down on his head.

  “Lord Thornhill might cause a great disturbance, Lord Havisham,” he muttered, passing one hand over his eyes. “But I can see you are willing to accept such a consequence, and I must express my gratitude to you.” Sighing heavily, he rubbed one hand down his face and nodded. “I agree. I will come to your home whenever you wish it.”

  “Good,” Lord Havisham replied, leaning forward in his chair as a resolute expression began to creep across his face. “And thereafter, perhaps the following day, I shall have you meet with Lady Amelia.”

  Oliver’s heart began to beat furiously in his chest, his stomach twisting this way and that with the furious anxiety that beset him almost at once.

  “It must be done,” Lord Havisham continued, a trifle more gently as though he knew precisely what Oliver was feeling. “You shall have your opportunity, and Lady Amelia shall have hers. I shall ensure it, Lord Montague.”

  A sudden fear caught Oliver’s heart, and he shook his head, firmly. He could not imagine Lady Amelia being brought into Lord Havisham’s house, ready to meet with Oliver, only to discover the deep and terrible truth.

  “No,” he muttered, rubbing at his forehead and feeling a dull ache begin to settle there. “No, I cannot permit her to meet with me without her knowing the truth, Lord Havisham. That is unfair.” He looked up and saw Lord Havisham frown. “I shall write to her,” he continued, pinching the bridge of his nose in an attempt to ward off his aching head. “I must write to her to express all I feel and all I have done.” The truth he could put into words, could write down on a page instead of struggling to find the words to tell her all he had done. “Once she has read it, once she knows the truth, then she can decide whether or not she wishes to meet with me, Lord Havisham.” He dropped his hand and looked directly at the gentleman, seeing how his expression cleared, and his eyes filled with understanding. “That, I think, is only right.”

  Lord Havisham’s mouth lifted in a half-smile. “Again, you prove your true consideration for her, Lord Montague,” he murmured, a little quietly. “But yes, you are quite correct. That would be best. Therefore, if you write to her, then I shall ensure the letter is placed into her hands.”

  Oliver nodded quickly, having nothing else to say. He could not argue, could not pretend this was not what he wanted. “Very well,” he agreed, quietly. “I thank you, Lord Havisham.” Swallowing hard and thinking he might need another brandy, Oliver gestured to a footman, pointing to his empty glass. “And when might such a meeting be, Lord Havisham?”

  “In two days hence,” Lord Havisham answered, swiftly. “I shall make all the arrangements and will ensure you are kept abreast of any changes to my plans.”

  Oliver nodded, taking the glass of brandy from the footman gratefully and sitting back a little more in his chair. The weight of his responsibility had not left him and nor had the awareness of his guilt. Lady Amelia would soon know everything—and then, what sorrow would be hers!

  Sorrow that was entirely his own doing. His heart filled with shame once more as he brought the glass of brandy to his lips, drinking deeply. Whatever consequences would come, he would accept them with open arms. He was nothing more than a fool, nothing more than a selfish rogue who had cared nothing for anyone but himself.

  And it was time Lady Amelia knew that.

  Chapter Twelve

  “I do not understand.”

  Amelia could feel tears beginning to creep into the corners of her eyes but refused to allow them to fall. She blinked them back hastily, just as Mrs. Peters pulled out a lace handkerchief and handed it to her.

  “You want me to read this?”

  “It is from Lord Montague,” Lord Havisham explained, handing the letter to Amelia. “He has much to explain.”

  Amelia winced, knowing full well Lord Havisham was aware of just how much torment Amelia had endured of late, given Lord Montague had behaved in such a confusing fashion. Reaching up, she took the letter from him, studying the writing on the front.

  It merely said, ‘Lady Amelia.’ That was all. The seal on the back was Lord Montague’s, and he had been the one to pen her name on the front. The weight of what was contained within began to burden her heart, making her confusion begin to rise within her all over again. Her head grew heavy, and she set the letter down in her lap, refusing to study it any longer.

  “You are not going to read it now?” Lady Smithton asked, looking at her from across the room. “You have no urgency to find the explanation for his strange actions?”

  Amelia lifted her chin, a little surprised at how Lady Smithton had spoken. “I shall read it when I am alone,” she stated, firmly, aware of how Lady Smithton’s cheeks colored. “I have no desire to do so at present.”

  “But of course,” Mrs. Peters interrupted, putting one hand on Amelia’s arm. “That is quite understandable.”

  Lady Smithton rose to her feet abruptly, her color high. Walking across the room, she strode to the window and looked out at the scene below, keeping her back to Amelia and Mrs. Peters. Amelia said nothing, a little confused at Lady Smithton’s behavior but also determined not to open her letter from Lord Montague.

  “I am sorry, Lady Amelia.”

  Surprised, Amelia turned her head to see Lady Smithton still looking out of the window, her voice quiet.

  “I should not have asked you such a thing,” Lady Smithton continued, sounding somewhat tired. “I confess I am very confused as to Lord Montague’s behavior, and I feel as though I have been more of a hindrance than a help to you.” She turned slowly, looking at Amelia with a grave expression. “You came to me with the request that I help you, and I fear I have been entirely unable to do so. Lord Montague’s reputation went before him, of course, but given he has confessed his heart to you, I find myself greatly confused by his actions. I do not know what advice to give you, Lady Amelia.”

  Amelia managed a small smile, seeing the frustration in Lady Smithton’s eyes. “I do not think ill of you, Lady Smithton,” she promised, honestly. “You tried to protect me from Lord Montague, tried to warn me away from his attentions, and yet my heart refused to listen.” A warmth spread across her face, matching the warm regard in her heart as she spoke of Lord Montague, seeing how Lady Smithton nodded. “I confess to you now I have long been struggling with my feelings for Lord Montague, Lady Smithton. I did not want to heed your advice but forced myself to do so—and yet, I found my affection for him continued to grow.” Her eyes began to burn with tears again, her throat aching painfully. “When he spoke to me of his own regard, I felt such joy, I could barely breathe. My heart began to sing with happiness, my whole being filled with such delight that it was as though I had been transported to heaven.” A single tear dropped from her eye, but Amelia immediately dashed it away. “When he turned from me, when he stated he could no longer continue with our courtship, I felt such an agony that it was as though my heart was being torn from my chest, as though my soul was being pulled from my body.” She swallowed hard, refusing to let any more tears fall. “And that pain has not left me as yet.”

  Mrs. Peters pressed the handkerchief to Amelia’s hands, and she took it with a grateful yet wobbly smile.

  “I am truly grateful to you, Lady Smithton,” she finished, seeing the lady shake her head. “You have done your best to guide me, but my heart has been unwilling to give up its affection. I find myself more in love with Lord Montague than ever before, even though
he has stepped away from me.” Glancing down at the letter, she shook her head sadly. “Mayhap that is why I do not wish to read this letter, for then I fear it will reveal a truth to my heart I can never recover from.”

  Lord Havisham cleared his throat and took a small step forward, drawing Amelia’s attention. “I must tell you, Lady Amelia, I know the truth of the matter.” He waited for a moment as though he wanted to allow her time to absorb this. “And Lord Montague’s heart is as he states it to be. He does care for you, Lady Amelia. In fact, I believe he has the deepest of affections for you. However,” he continued, making her heart sink to the floor, “there is much you must know first, before your heart can make its choice.” Hesitating for a moment, he glanced towards Lady Smithton, who was looking as uncertain as Amelia felt. “Come to my residence, Lady Amelia. Tomorrow. At four o’clock precisely.”

  Amelia blinked in surprise, glancing at Mrs. Peters, who was looking quite astonished. “Tomorrow?”

  “Tomorrow,” he stated, quite firmly. “You must be on time. Lady Smithton, you will accompany her, I hope? As well as you, Mrs. Peters.”

  Both ladies nodded at once, leaving Amelia feeling as though she were being swept along without having any firm understanding of where she was going or why her presence was being requested.

  “I think you will be grateful for my eagerness in this, once you fully understand it all,” Lord Havisham explained, not giving any clarity to what he meant. “Read the letter when you will, Lady Amelia, but regardless of what you feel, you must attend tomorrow.” His brows knitted together, as a dark expression flickered across his face. “Lord Montague does not deserve your kindness nor your willingness nor, even, your forgiveness, but I suspect a heart of love will find a way to do so in the end.” A glimmer of a smile crossed his face as he glanced towards Lady Smithton. “A deep affection can cover all manner of sins.”