They Touched Heaven
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THEY TOUCHED HEAVEN
BARBARA CARTLAND
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THEY TOUCHED HEAVEN
The Earl of Wentworth has a fiery and unpredictable temper and is about to fight a duel in Hyde Park with a Frenchman who has insulted him, when he is restrained by his friend, Sir Thomas Babbington, and a helpful Policeman.
At the same time the beautiful Temia Brandon is returning home from her Finishing School in France and is longing to see her horse, Lightning, again.
Temia discovers that her father has been hiding a dark secret for many years and is now being blackmailed by the odious Lord Alphonse who threatens to reveal the secret and ruin the family’s reputation.
Lord Alphonse next proposes to Temia with her father’s approval and she has no alternative but to run away from her home in Northamptonshire to the bright lights of London.
Through a strange set of coincidences Temia’s and the Earl of Wentworth’s paths cross and then Sir Thomas Babbington unexpectedly falls in love with her.
Temia’s strong character and resolve are tested to the extreme and she is buffeted from pillar to post.
How Temia helps defeat Lord Alphonse and despite endless dramas eventually find happiness with the one man she really loves and who loves her is told in this intriguing and fast-moving tale by BARBARA CARTLAND.
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Titles in this series
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The Cross Of Love
Love In The Highlands
Love Finds The Way
The Castle Of Love
Love Is Triumphant
Stars In The Sky
The Ship Of Love
A Dangerous Disguise
Love Became Theirs
Love Drives In
Sailing To Love
The Star Of Love
Music Is The Soul Of Love
Love In The East
Theirs To Eternity
A Paradise On Earth
Love Wins In Berlin
In Search Of Love
Love Rescues Rosanna
A Heart In Heaven
The House Of Happiness
Royalty Defeated By Love
The White Witch
They Sought Love
Love Is The Reason For Living
They Found Their Way To Heaven
Learning To Love
Journey To Happiness
A Kiss In The Desert
The Heart Of Love
The Richness Of Love
For Ever And Ever
An Unexpected Love
Saved By An Angel
Touching The Stars
Seeking Love
Journey To Love
The Importance Of Love
Love By The Lake
A Dream Come True
The King Without A Heart
The Waters Of Love
Danger To The Duke
A Perfect Way To Heaven
Follow Your Heart
In Hiding
Rivals For Love
A Kiss From The Heart
Lovers In London
This Way To Heaven
A Princess Prays
Mine For Ever
The Earl’s Revenge
Love At The Tower
Ruled By Love
Love Came From Heaven
Love And Apollo
The Keys Of Love
A Castle Of Dreams
A Battle Of Brains
A Change Of Hearts
It Is Love
The Triumph Of Love
Wanted – A Royal Wife
A Kiss Of Love
To Heaven With Love
Pray For Love
The Marquis Is Trapped
Hide And Seek For Love
Hiding from Love
A Teacher Of Love
Money Or Love
The Revelation Is Love
The Tree Of Love
The Magnificent Marquis
The Castle
The Gates of Paradise
A Lucky Star
A Heaven on Earth
The Healing Hand
A Virgin Bride
The Trail to Love
A Royal Love Match
A Steeplechase for Love
Love at Last
Search for a Wife
Secret Love
A Miracle of Love
Love and the Clans
A Shooting Star
The Winning Post is Love
They Touched Heaven
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Barbara Cartland, who sadly died in May 2000 at the grand age of ninety eight, remains one of the world’s most famous romantic novelists. With worldwide sales of over one billion, her outstanding 723 books have been translated into thirty six different languages, to be enjoyed by readers of romance globally.
Writing her first book ‘Jigsa
w’ at the age of 21, Barbara became an immediate bestseller. Building upon this initial success, she wrote continuously throughout her life, producing bestsellers for an astonishing 76 years. In addition to Barbara Cartland’s legion of fans in the UK and across Europe, her books have always been immensely popular in the USA. In 1976 she achieved the unprecedented feat of having books at numbers 1 & 2 in the prestigious B. Dalton Bookseller bestsellers list.
Although she is often referred to as the ‘Queen of Romance’, Barbara Cartland also wrote several historical biographies, six autobiographies and numerous theatrical plays as well as books on life, love, health and cookery. Becoming one of Britain's most popular media personalities and dressed in her trademark pink, Barbara spoke on radio and television about social and political issues, as well as making many public appearances.
In 1991 she became a Dame of the Order of the British Empire for her contribution to literature and her work for humanitarian and charitable causes.
Known for her glamour, style, and vitality Barbara Cartland became a legend in her own lifetime. Best remembered for her wonderful romantic novels and loved by millions of readers worldwide, her books remain treasured for their heroic heroes, plucky heroines and traditional values. But above all, it was Barbara Cartland’s overriding belief in the positive power of love to help, heal and improve the quality of life for everyone that made her truly unique.
“Everything and anything is possible when you are in love – even touching Heaven. I should know because I have touched Heaven too.”
Barbara Cartland
CHAPTER ONE
1860
“You will take that back at once, de Lamerie!”
The Earl of Wentworth glowered across the green card table as he slammed down his glass of brandy on the rosewood surface.
The Frenchman stayed impassive. He was a proud scion of ancient noble Huguenot blood whose family had not escaped the tyranny of a Catholic France to be dictated to by a mere English Lord.
He merely shrugged his shoulders in an irritating fashion and pursed his lips.
“I will not – it is very clear to me that these cards are marked,” he answered sardonically.
The Earl’s handsome face grew crimson under his black hair and his dark eyes flashed dangerously.
On the other side of the table, his best friend, Sir Thomas Babbington set down his cards and spoke softly,
“Come now, Wentworth. There has obviously been some misunderstanding. I think all the Comte is trying to say is that he would like a new deck.”
He laid his hand on the Earl’s arm to restrain him as he could see that his friend’s temper was near to flashpoint. The Earl was as fiery as Sir Thomas was placid and they compensated for each other’s shortcomings.
What the Earl lacked in restraint, he made up for in artistic ability. His paintings were lauded everywhere and he wrote sensitive and thoughtful verse. “Oh, you Englishmen, you cannot shoulder a mere criticism without taking offence!” spat Comte de Lamerie, dismissively. “It’s I who should be upset – you are clearly cheating and then you attempt to put the blame on me!”
The Earl arose like a striking python from his chair, as Sir Thomas tried at once to diffuse the situation.
“Come, gentlemen. Let’s leave the game and have another drink. There’s a fine Armagnac we’ve yet to try.”
The Comte’s face took on a sour expression.
“You are asking me to back down? Pah! Never!”
He slumped back in his chair and clutched his cards close to his chest, muttering something in French under his breath that the Earl evidently understood.
“Take that back, you blasted Frenchie!” he shouted. “I didn’t spend a year in France to be oblivious to your tawdry insults!”
“Then it’s a great pity you did not learn more from us,” drawled the Comte, “where are your famous English manners and sense of fair play?”
That was enough to incense the Earl, as he leapt over the table and grabbed the Comte by his cravat.
“You damned Frenchie dog!” he howled, his eyes level with the Comte’s.
“Wentworth! Please!” pleaded Sir Thomas. “He has – insulted me for the last time!” choked the Comte, attempting to prise the Earl’s vice-like grip away from his neck. “Richard!” Sir Thomas was beside himself. He had often seen his friend lose his temper and, since his father had died last year, he had been even more volatile than ever.
The Earl’s hands were curiously large and square, not at all the hands of a gentleman and they would not have disgraced a field labourer.
Sir Thomas knew that he was strong enough to kill the effete Comte with them and was terrified that one day it might happen.
Spluttering, the Comte regained his composure and drew himself up to his full height of five foot seven. “Sir, I challenge you to a duel! We shall settle this in the French manner – with swords!”
“As you wish!” muttered the Earl in a tone that was truly bloodcurdling.
The Comte rose from his chair and then ordered the waiter to bring their cloaks.
*
An hour later the two men stood facing each other in the depths of Hyde Park. The Comte had sent his manservant to his house for swords, but he had returned with two pistols. He then furiously flew into a long stream of angry French while the Earl and Sir Thomas looked on.
“You have the advantage, Wentworth,” whispered Sir Thomas. “He is notoriously near-sighted and couldn’t hit a bull chained to a tree!”
“I will kill the blighter,” fumed the Earl, clenching and unclenching his fists. He had stripped down to his shirt and, in his haste, had ripped off the top few buttons. His breast heaved as he tried to steady his nerves. He knew that a shaking hand was as good as signing his own death warrant.
The Comte stood in his shirtsleeves, examining his pistol and was weighing it in his hand when a shout came up from some nearby bushes.
“Stop!”
Both men froze as they saw a Policeman coming towards them.
“Stop!” he shouted again. The Comte thrust his pistol into his waistcoat just before the Policeman drew level with them.
“Sir?” he began, looking straight at the Comte.
“Je ne parle pas anglais,” he sneered.
“Officer, perhaps I can explain,” said Sir Thomas, coming forward and quickly handing the Earl his cloak so that he could conceal the pistol.
“It was a quarrel over nothing and it has now been settled. We will be on our way at once.”
“Just a moment Mr. – ”
“Sir Thomas Babbington.”
“I’m sorry, sir, but I’m going to have to report the incident.”
“Surely, there is no need for that? It was a private matter – amongst gentlemen.”
The Policeman stared at him and then at the Earl.
“You know the law, sir. Duels is strictly forbidden. Her Majesty saw to that twenty years ago!”
“Officer, there was no duel. These gentlemen were merely having a difference of opinion.”
“And you assure me, sir, you will take your friend home right now?”
“At once.”
“Then, I’ll bid you goodnight, sir, but you mark my words, if I catch you in the Park again with pistols, then I’ll have no alternative but to arrest you all, whoever you be.”
“Thanks, good night, Officer. Let’s go, Richard.”
The Earl threw the Comte a hate-filled look and wrapped himself in his cloak. As he turned to leave, the Comte muttered,
“Lâche!” just loud enough for him to hear.
“Go to hell!” answered the Earl, bridling with fury.
It was only the firm touch of his friend on his arm that restrained him.
“You should not rise to every insult that’s thrown your way,” advised Sir Thomas, as they ran to their waiting carriage. “It’s imperative that you control your temper, Richard. One day it will prove your undoing. We are very lucky that the Officer stopped us and l
et us off with a caution as it could have gone badly for you otherwise.”
“I have faith enough in my own ability to shoot to kill, Thomas,” he answered, glowering darkly.
“And too much confidence in the lack of ability on the Comte’s part. He may yet have surprised us and I don’t want your mother grieving over your corpse!”
Climbing in and throwing his athletic frame into the seat, the Earl turned his face to the window as the carriage sped off into the night. “I should have killed the bounder,” he muttered, as they made their way through the damp streets of Mayfair. “And I will, if he ever crosses my path again!”
*
On the dark Southern approach road into London, a solitary carriage made its way towards the Capital. Inside a very tired Temia Brandon and her mother, Lady Brandon, were sleeping.
Temia had spent the last few years at a Finishing School in Paris and had now returned that very day.
Her mother had been forced to meet her from the ferry alone, as her husband, Sir Arthur Brandon, was busy with his horses. The stables at Bovendon Hall were justly famous and people came from far and wide to buy the handsome animals bred there.
Lady Brandon had waited for hours for the ferry to dock, and, when it did, she hardly recognised the elegant young lady who walked down the gangplank towards her.
“Temia! Is that really you?” she called, marvelling at her daughter’s sophisticated hairstyle and clothes. “Mama!” she exclaimed, hurrying towards her.
Lady Brandon embraced Temia and kissed her soft cheek. She smelled as delicious as she looked – a faint odour of vervain and rose wafted from her.
“My darling. Welcome home!”
“Where is Papa? Is he with the horses?”
Lady Brandon laughed, almost girlishly.
“Naturally. I need never worry about your father straying very far from home – no, my only rivals for his affections have four legs and not two!”
“Oh, Mama! I have had such a wonderful time in France. I almost feel more French than English.”
“You must not let your father hear you say that, dearest. He is so proud to be British and a subject of Her Majesty, Queen Victoria.”