Loving a Noble Gentleman: A Historical Regency Romance Book

by Abigail Agar

  “I have my friends; I have my own life, and I shall be just fine.”

  Edmund nodded and agreed. He did not yet have a plan in mind and was not sure how to make this happen, but at least he had considered the complications when it came to this plan. To rescue Charlotte, he would have to take her very far away from that horrible husband of hers. He did not know much about Lord Jones; this was not someone that he had worked with during his career, but he now did not like him one bit. He found him cowardly and disgusting. The sort of man who put his hands on a woman – a pregnant woman at that – was a pig. He did not deserve his wife or his child.

  This needed to happen.

  “Thank you, Mother. You have been very kind.” Edmund stood up and took a step back. “Now I need to go to my office to make some plans. I do not know what I am going to do yet, but somehow I am going to save the Roberts girls. Mr Walter Thompson made a mess of their lives, but I am going to fix it somehow.”

  “You are a good man, Edmund.” Iris smiled at him proudly. “And I know that somehow you will do this.”

  ***

  Daisy felt strange in her new job; she did not quite know where to position herself most of the time. It was not her mistress – Iris was a wonderful woman who did everything that she could to make her feel comfortable, but it was still hard for Daisy to feel settled. Everything was different; she did not yet understand the routines of the house fully, and she also missed her previous employer.

  Mostly, she felt like she was betraying Lady Mary Roberts by working for the man who had let her down in so many ways. She struggled with the fact that he had upset her, and now she had to work for him, but the pay was too good to give up. She could not live without a roof over her head, and this was the best place for her to survive. She hoped that Mary would understand that, but she was not convinced that she would.

  “Are you alright, Miss Daisy?” the Duke called out to her. “You seem a little lost. Do not be afraid to ask for help if you need to.”

  Do not like him, she warned herself. You cannot like him just because he is nice to you and it would make your job easier. He has hurt Lady Roberts feelings by ruining the reputation of another Lady.

  “I ... I am,” she stammered. “I guess I am just missing Lady Roberts.”

  Uh oh. She had not meant to say that aloud at all. Just thinking about Mary had made her say her name. She could feel her cheeks flame as she stared towards the ground, hoping desperately that she was not about to get into any trouble.

  “You know you may write to her if you please,” Edmund commented. “I know where she is staying. I have been to visit her; I do not mind sending some communication for you.”

  “You ... have been to see her?” Daisy was stunned; she had not expected that at all. As far as she was aware, Mary did not ever want to see him again ... but she quickly recognised how inappropriate her comment was. She was not with Mary now, and she was not working with her friend. She could not speak out of turn here. “I ... I am sorry; please forgive me.”

  “Not at all.” Edmund smiled. “It is because of her that you have a job here. She told me how worried she is about you having no place of employment, so I helped. I am also hunting around to see if any other houses need extra hands to pass on the names of the other staff members that lost their jobs when the Roberts house was unexpectedly sold.”

  “We did not know about it,” Daisy insisted quickly. “I would have found a way to warn Mary if I suspected that Mr Thompson was about to dupe her. None of us knew a thing until we had lost our jobs.”

  “I know that, and Mary does too. There is nothing for you to worry about, Miss Daisy.”

  Daisy’s chest warmed when she thought about Mary going out of her way to help her like that. She truly was the best Lady she had ever worked for. She missed her, but she also hoped that she found a way to get herself some happiness soon enough. If anyone deserved it, it was her.

  “Lady Roberts is a wonderful person,” she whispered, almost to herself. “Truly the best.”

  “I would just like to point out that the things I am being accused of when it comes to another Lady are not the truth.” Edmund had given up defending himself, but for some reason when it came to Daisy, it was important. He did not want someone working for him to think that he was a horrible person, especially not someone who was friends with Mary. “I do not like to speak ill of other people, but Lady Hartmon wanted to hurt me because I did not want her for myself.”

  “Oh.” Daisy was shell-shocked; she could scarcely believe it. At first, her mouth hung open with shock, but in the following moment, an ice-cold guilt washed over her. She had encouraged Mary not to continue with her marriage to the Duke because she thought he was a terrible man. Now she was learning that she was not correct. It was obvious from the genuine look in the Duke’s eyes that he was telling the truth. “I see. I did not ...”

  “It is alright,” Edmund replied warmly. “Now, would you like to write this letter or not?”

  “I ...” Daisy felt embarrassed as she had to admit this, even if it was not her fault. “I do not know how.”

  Edmund felt very silly as he realised that of course, this was the case. Daisy was not fortunate enough to be offered an education; there was no way she would know how to form letters in a recognisable way. She would also not be able to read a reply either ... but he could help with both of those things. Anything to make Daisy happier. He was also excited for Mary to learn that he had employed Daisy too; he just knew how happy she would be. He had not done it for that reason, but he could not help hoping that it would make her like him more.

  “I shall write it for you,” he told Daisy happily. “I can do it now if you like?”

  “Oh, my goodness, that would be lovely; thank you very much.”

  Daisy nodded happily as she spoke. She felt utterly grateful for Duke Smith and his kindness. Her only regret was that she could not express her newfound like for Edmund to Lady Roberts. Not without it going through him which would have been very humiliating. She would just have to hope that she would get a chance to speak to Mary face to face. Then she could tell her what she had wished she had said all along ... that marrying Duke Smith was the right thing to do. She allowed herself to be swayed by something that she was only told which was wrong. She would never make that mistake again.

  Chapter 25

  What wonderful news! Mary smiled after reading the letter from Daisy giving details of her new employment at the home of Duke Edmund Smith. To know that Daisy had a nice home and an employer who would treat her well felt fantastic. Of course, Mary wished that she could do the same for all of the staff that had once worked in her home, but she felt stretched too thin as it was. It was challenging enough to work out what she was going to do with her life next, never mind anyone else. Daisy was her friend anyway, she rationalised, and she could not be responsible for everyone.

  “I am sorry to drag you out like this,” Charlotte said to Mary in barely a whisper. Her voice was quiet and strangled, just how she felt inside.“I am sure that clothes shopping is the last thing that you wish to be worrying about right now. It is only ...”

  “Yes, I know.” Mary could not stand to hear the rest of that sentence, nor could she bear to look at Charlotte for even a second. That shining bruise below her eye killed Mary and the fact that Charlotte utterly refused to discuss it left her with little to say about the matter. “I know that your husband wishes you to get something nice for the event tonight.”

  Mary had purposely not asked Charlotte where she was going with her husband because she didn’t want to know anything about their lives together. Being around them was making her feel incredibly ill because she did not know how to fix it. The last time they spent the night out together, at the opera, it ended in disaster with Lord Jones finally learning about the pregnancy, and things had been going downhill ever since.

  Mary could not stand to go through all of that again.

  Charlotte glanced at her sister wit
h ice-cold guilt sitting firmly on her chest. She could sense that Mary was pulling away from her and could hardly blame her. She knew that Mary only liked to deal with problems that she could solve, and her toxic marriage that was falling apart at the seams had no solution at all.

  Charlotte ran her hand over her ever-growing bump, praying like she did all the time for a way out. There was not a way out, she knew that. Even when she and Mary used to discuss running away together with the inheritance money, she knew that was not possible, but she still prayed all the same.

  “I think that this is the shop,” she eventually said quietly, grabbing Mary’s attention again. “Let us go in here. I will not be long, I promise you.”

  “You take as long as you want,” Mary told her seriously. She knew that the longer Charlotte was out of the house, the less time that she had to spend with him. “I am in no rush. I can sit with you while you sort out dresses all day long.”

  Mary smiled at Charlotte, but they both knew that it was fake. Charlotte could see that her eyes were glazed over; she could tell that Mary was refusing to look at her, and Mary was really lost in her own thoughts. Every waking moment she tried to plan a way for Charlotte to escape, and even sometimes in her dreams as well. She found her brain working overtime as she slept, scrabbling around in her subconscious to see if there was something there that she could not access while she was awake.

  So far, there had been no luck.

  Mary took a seat in the dress shop while the assistants fussed around Charlotte and ignored her. Maybe if she were not so distracted, she would have wondered if their neglect was because they knew her name and her reputation, that they understood she was unwed with no money of her own. Of course, it was possible that they weren’t giving her any attention because Charlotte had asked for help and she had not, but her mind would have undoubtedly read something into it.

  Luckily, she was distracted, so she barely paid any attention at all. In fact, she felt grateful that she could become part of the furniture; it gave her some time to think.

  “Lady Mary Roberts.”

  All of a sudden, a gasping voice broke through Mary’s thought barrier. She glanced up slightly bleary-eyed to see a very glamorous Lady with long dark hair and piercing dark eyes staring down as if she recognised her. Mary blinked a couple of times as she tried to force some sort of recognition there, but there was nothing. No matter how hard she tried.

  “Yes ...” she drawled slowly. “That’s me. Why ... who ...?” She didn’t finish that sentence but continued to look up blankly as she waited for the moment when everything would become clear. She coughed awkwardly. “I am terribly sorry ...”

  The girl flung her hands onto her hips. Her slim waist suggested that she had a very tight corset on under her silky material. Mary could not help wondering how she was even breathing. “I am just surprised to see you here, Lady Roberts, in a place like this,” the newcomer said coarsely. “I thought you had been ruined.”

  Mary’s cheeks flamed as she realised what was going on here. This girl knew her, knew what had happened to her, and wanted to humiliate her because of that. She felt herself blushing, then all the colour drained from her body completely, leaving her pale and icy as she continued to stare up at the girl. Yes, she was going through a terrible time, but it was not her fault. Who would take it upon themselves to be so unnecessarily cruel?

  Mary tried to glance over the young Lady’s shoulder to find her sister, but Charlotte was stuck with the sales assistants. She truly was on her own with this one.

  “I do not know what ...” Mary felt tears well up in her eyes. She would have given anything to run away. “I ...”

  “I suppose you are here with someone else.” The Lady flicked her hair over her shoulder in a dismissive gesture. “But that is hardly why I wanted to come and speak with you.”

  “It is not?” Now Mary felt very uncomfortable and a little scared too. This was clearly not going to be a pleasant conversation.

  “I suppose you think that you are very clever, agreeing to marry Duke Smith?”

  “Pardon?” Of all the things that Mary thought this girl might say next – not that she really had any ideas – this was not it. How did this Lady know about the arrangement? And how did she not know that it was not happening? “Duke Smith?”

  “Yes. But I do think that it is important you understand that he is not the man he pretends to be ... since you do not seem to already know that.”

  Mary’s heart hammered hard against her ribcage. Was she about to learn that her worst fears were correct? She and Edmund had been through a very confusing time during their acquaintance. It was safe to say that it had never been very straightforward between them. She was afraid to learn that another horrible thing might come her way.

  Unfortunately, due to her silence, the Lady took it upon herself to continue. “He ruined me. He took it upon himself to ruin my reputation, then not marry me.” The Lady’s face flamed with rage, and she curled her fists up into tight little balls of anger. “He is a horrible man who does not deserve anything.”

  A light flickered in front of Mary’s eyes, and all became acutely clear. She knew exactly what was going on here now; it was so clear. How had she not picked up on it sooner? “You are Lady Victoria Hartmon,” she gasped. “I know who you are now.”

  Victoria’s eyes flashed. She had not been expecting this at all. When she started talking to Mary, she assumed that she knew nothing at all, but it seemed she had simply been playing dumb. Maybe it was better that she knew – maybe that gave her something more to work with; after all, she had set her eyes on the Duke, and she still wanted him to be hers. She knew that if he did not have any other option, he would eventually come back to her, and she could finally have a husband, a baby, and the incredible lifestyle that she had always dreamed of.

  Duke Smith was to be hers, no matter what it took.

  “Yes, I am. You have heard my story then.”

  Mary pushed herself into a standing position, and she met Victoria eye to eye. She was no longer intimidated by Victoria now that she knew who she was. This Lady was no better than her. Mary’s misfortunes had happened to her. What had occurred to Victoria had happened because of her own actions.

  “I know that His Grace did not try to ruin you,” she said coldly, refusing to back down in the face of this adversity. “He has already told me what had happened. He danced with you, as expected of him, and then he left. You followed him, and you made the move on him.” Mary had not been one hundred per cent convinced by Edmund’s words when he told her the tale, but as she spotted a flicker of uncertainty crossing Victoria’s face, she knew that it was the truth. Her heart lifted with glee as she realised that Duke Smith was who he told her that he was after all. “So do not come to me and tell me all these lies because I know the truth. I know the truth.”

  Victoria’s lips parted, but Mary already knew that no sound would come out before the silence rang between them. This Lady had expected her to fall apart and cry at her words, especially since the rest of her life was falling apart around her, but she had not. She had not said anything that showed weakness at all.

  Mary was proud of herself as she realised just how far she had come through all of this adversity. The shy girl who would not dare confront anyone was long gone. Now she was strong and powerful. She embraced this change within herself.

  “I do not ... I do not think that you should marry him,” Victoria stammered having been knocked off her feet. She was usually the strongest woman in any room, but she had undoubtedly met her match with Mary. After everything that she had heard about her, this was totally unexpected. “He is not a nice man. He will not treat you well.”

  Those words coiled a vicious snake in Mary’s stomach, but not because she believed them at all. It was because she knew with absolute certainty that Edmund would treat her well if she were to marry him. He was a nice man, and had proved himself over and over again to her, even when she had doubted him. Even n
ow, he had offered to marry her, and she had turned him down because she wanted to protect her sister. That was a very big mistake.

  “I do not need your opinion,” she hissed at Victoria, unable to keep the emotion from balling up thickly in her throat. “What I decide to do is up to me. It has nothing to do with you. I suggest that you leave me now, and you never involve yourself in my life again.”

  Victoria took a step backwards and shook her head slightly. For the first time in her life, she did not know what to say. There were words spinning about in her brain, but she knew that none of them were right. She figured that it was so much better to say nothing than to embarrass herself. If there was one thing that she had learned from a life of being told to keep silent, it was how to remain quiet.

  Once she left through the shop door, Mary let out a deep breath of relief that she had not even realised she was holding. Seeing Victoria leaving left her all tied up and confused, but happy too. She was glad that at least she was right to trust Edmund. It was just a shame that the realisation came far too late. There was not much that she could do about it now.