Dashing Through the Snow: A Regency Christmas Novella

by Amy Rose Bennett

  “Very wise,” agreed Violet before adding, “Might I have a quick word, Miss Woodville?”

  “Yes, certainly.”

  Kate followed Violet into the dimly lit, narrow corridor outside the common room. She was genuinely puzzled by the young woman’s sudden interest in philanthropy. She’d never seemed interested before.

  “Is Freddie here?” she whispered as soon as the door shut behind them.

  Kate frowned. It all became clear. “Why would you think that? Or ask it?”

  Bright color flooded Violet’s cheeks. “Oh, no particular reason. I know he’s no longer with his regiment so I’d assumed he might accompany you about town from time to time ...” She bit her lip.

  At that moment the back door which led to the small courtyard at the rear of the lodging house swung open, and Freddie appeared on the threshold. “Ah, there you are, Katie. All done for the day? I’ve just finished repairing that kitchen window—” He broke off and his mouth lifted into a wide grin when he saw her conversational partner. “Miss Lockhart! What a pleasant surprise.”

  Kate scowled at him as he approached. “Freddie, please don’t treat me like a fool. It’s quite obvious. You two have engineered this charity visit of Miss Lockhart’s, haven’t you?”

  Violet’s blush deepened but Kate wasn’t sure if it was because she’d been caught out, or that Freddie was sans coat and waistcoat with his sleeves rolled up so that his well-muscled forearms were exposed. “I’m sorry I’m late, Freddie,” she said in an oddly husky voice. “It was difficult to arrange ... things.”

  “By things I gather you mean not alerting your brother to the fact you are arranging clandestine assignations with Freddie.” Kate rounded on her brother before Violet could respond. “Is this the first time you’ve met like this? Never mind, it will be the last. I’ll not risk having Lord Stanton’s ire crashing down on us. A man like him, he could ruin us, Freddie. If he finds out you are secretly courting his sister, he will call you out. Or worse. I’m sure of it.”

  “Now, now, Katie. Violet and I are being very careful.”

  “Careful? I’ve worked out what you’re both up to within the blink of an eye. And Lord Stanton does not strike me as a fool either. You two must stop seeing each other. At once. No good can come of this.”

  “I won’t have anyone tell me what I can and cannot do, Katie,” said Freddie, his forehead creasing into a deep frown. “Including you.”

  “Oh, Freddie—“ To Kate’s consternation, her voice caught. “I cannot risk losing you again. Certainly not over something as trifling as an affair.”

  “Trifling? What I feel for Miss Lockhart is not trifling,” growled Freddie. “And it’s not just an affair.”

  “But you only met a week ago.”

  “I think at this point, the less you know the better, Katie.”

  Violet touched her arm. “I know this is awfully sudden, but please don’t doubt us or the affection we feel for each other. I hope that, with time, Anthony will come to see that Freddie would be perfect for me, and that he will even support our courtship. I know my brother seems unreasonable and unsympathetic, but he does want me to be happy. Please don’t give us away.”

  Kate drew a deep breath in an attempt to control the wild fear careening around inside her. What were they thinking? She didn’t want to be a party to this subterfuge but in the end, she really had no power over what her brother chose to do. All she could do was try and keep him safe. “All right,” she said on a shaky exhale. “I won’t breathe a word to anyone. Only please do not prevail upon me to help you out when you conduct any more of your secret rendezvous.”

  Violet hugged her. “Thank you, Kate. May I call you, Kate?” She drew back. “And I insist you call me Violet.”

  Kate nodded. “Yes, you may use my first name. And I shall do the same.”

  “Thank you, Katie.” Freddie enveloped her in a tight hug. “It will all work out. Don’t worry so much.”

  “I’ll try.” Kate blew out a sigh. “I feel like I should stay and act as a chaperone but I must get back to my pupils.”

  “Upon my honor, I will be nothing but a perfect gentleman.”

  Kate raised an eyebrow. “Of course, you will. Because if you don’t, you will have me to answer to, dear brother.”

  She turned to open the door, but Violet stayed her hand. “Kate, I almost forgot to mention that there was another reason for me to drop by this afternoon. Tomorrow, there is to be a meeting at Mrs. Marlowe’s Book Emporium about charity fundraising endeavors, and I thought you might be interested in attending.”

  “How so?”

  “Apparently the Duchess of Haverford, who is a great patroness of charitable causes, will be holding a house party and subscription charity ball over the Yuletide season at her country estate, Hollystone Hall, in Buckinghamshire. The meeting is open to any interested parties. And as you are doing such wonderful things here,” Violet made a sweeping gesture indicating their surroundings, “I rather thought you might like to attend to advocate for a charity that is obviously close to your heart. If you could gain the backing of a wealthy patroness like the duchess, or some of her noble friends, just think what you could achieve.”

  Kate smiled. “I have indeed heard of Her Grace. And I do believe she has been a very generous patroness of Mrs. Brooke’s Ladies’ Academy in the past. I have also heard that she is a most forthright and forward thinking noblewoman, and a great supporter of advancing the education of all women, regardless of their backgrounds.”

  “Yes indeed.” Violet released her hand. “I should let you go, but I look forward to seeing you at the book store tomorrow.”

  “Oh. You plan on attending the meeting too?”

  Violet’s gaze flickered to Freddie before returning to her face. “Yes. Now that I have made my debut, I should like to become useful. I certainly do not wish to be the sort of woman who only worries about the contents of her wardrobe, or which events she has been invited to.”

  Despite her misgivings about Violet and Freddie’s ill-advised trysts, Kate couldn’t suppress a warm smile. “Violet Lockhart, you have grown into a remarkable young lady. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow too.”

  As the door to the common room closed behind her, Kate strongly suspected she would see her brother at Mrs. Marlowe’s Book Emporium as well.

  Chapter 4

  Mrs. Brooke’s Academy for Young Ladies, Kensington

  Two days later ...

  “Can you spare a minute? I’m about to leave for the day and I’m bursting to know how the meeting at Mrs. Marlowe’s went. You must tell me everything,” whispered Tessa Penrose as she poked her head into the small, brightly lit music tutorial room on the second floor of Mrs. Brooke’s Academy.

  “Well, I suppose so ...” Kate glanced at her fourteen-year-old student, Miss Clarice Langford—a dedicated and most promising musician even at her tender age—and she smiled back.

  “It’s quite all right, Miss Woodville. I will go on with the gavotte and minuet by Bach. And then there’s that complicated Chopin nocturne.” The young girl shuddered.

  “Thank you, Clarice. I won’t be long.” Kate joined Tessa and filled her friend in on the previous day’s events as they traversed the hall leading to the academy’s grand mahogany staircase. “The Duchess of Haverford is a certainly a unique woman. I put my case forward for expanding our endeavors at White Church House. Her Grace’s personal assistant—Miss Cedrica Grenford—faithfully recorded all of our recommendations about expanding the day school and lodging house. I gained the impression that the duchess will give our proposal due consideration. With any luck, it will be one of the recipient charities at the Hollystone Hall subscription ball on New Year’s Eve.”

  They paused at the top of the stairs and Tessa clapped her gloved hands together. “Wonderful. I knew you could do it, Kate. And of course, you must attend the duchess’s house party at Hollystone Hall in December to continue advocating for our cause.”

 
“Me? I ...” Kate grasped the newel post as panic flared. “But I’m only a teacher and from what I gathered at the meeting, the who’s who of the ton will be attending.”

  Tessa’s smile was sympathetic as she placed one of her gloved hands over Kate’s and squeezed. “I would go if I could, but you know I cannot ... Besides, you are as good as anyone else in the ton, Katherine Woodville.”

  “But I have nothing to wear. Just look at me.” Kate gestured at her worn gown of gray stuff. “And how shall I get there? And I am loath to travel so far on my own let alone brave a house party. I know I’m very much a spinster but all the same ...”

  “Pish,” admonished Tessa gently. “It’s months away. In any case, I will help you out with regard to your first two objections. And as for a chaperone, I’m sure Freddie would be happy to oblige you, wouldn’t he? He seems to be at a loose end these days.”

  That was one way to describe it. If ‘loose end’ meant living off what was left of his trust fund and chasing after Violet Lockhart ... Kate had caught Freddie and Violet ‘chatting’ between the freestanding bookshelves at Mrs. Marlowe’s Book Emporium after she’d emerged from the charity committee meeting yesterday. Indeed, Violet had only been present at the meeting for a mere fifteen minutes before she’d offered an apology and slipped from the room. It was clear to Kate she’d used the occasion as just another ruse to meet Freddie. Kate was beginning to realize her former pupil could be quite disingenuous if she set her mind to it. No wonder Lord Stanton had been watching her like a hawk at the Grand Masquerade.

  “Excuse me, Miss Woodville.”

  Kate turned to find Miss Oliphant, Mrs. Brooke’s new personal secretary hovering on the landing below. The young woman looked quite flustered. “What is it? Is everything all right?” she asked.

  “I’m not sure ...” Miss Oliphant pushed her spectacles up her nose. “There is someone here to see you. And she insists that it is a most pressing matter. I have installed her in the front parlor.”

  She? Could it be the Duchess of Haverford? Kate frowned. “Who is it? Did she give her name?”

  “Oh, yes. Sorry. She did. I should have said.” The young woman glanced at the ivory calling card in her hand. “Phyllis Lockhart, the Dowager Viscountess Stanton.”

  Oh, my goodness. Kate’s pulse began to leap as wildly as the lively gavotte Miss Clarice had just been playing on the pianoforte. The viscountess could only be visiting for one reason—she must suspect something was going on between Violet and Freddie.

  The headstrong, contrary part of Kate wanted to keep the woman waiting until Clarice had finished her lesson. The sensible part of her knew it wouldn’t be at all wise to irk Lady Stanton given the circumstances. “I see. Inform her ladyship I’ll be down directly.”

  “Yes, miss.”

  Tessa pulled a face after Miss Oliphant departed. “That sounds ominous. Would you like me to supervise Clarice whilst you are gone?”

  “If you wouldn’t mind. Thank you.” After Kate had issued a few instructions to Tessa, she set forth for the front parlor with her shoulders back and her head held high. Even though her pulse was still skittering about, there was no point in acting like a frightened field mouse, not when she, Kate Woodville, had done nothing wrong.

  But it wasn’t only Lady Stanton she found. Why hadn’t it occurred to her that Lord Stanton might accompany his mother on such a visit?

  He was examining the street through the casement window when she entered, but when the door clicked shut, he turned and his unnerving gray gaze settled unerringly on her.

  At that moment, it felt as though all the air had been sucked from the room as the overwhelming presence of the man struck her to dumbness. She’d forgotten how tall and physically imposing Lord Stanton was. And how distracting his handsome countenance. Even more handsome now that he was sans mask. Indeed, his harshly chiseled features made her think of a Greek or Roman warrior ... Or a god ...

  Good heavens, where had that errant thought come from?

  Kate blushed and curtsied low to try and hide her discomfiture. This interview wouldn’t go well at all if she was addled from the very start. “Good day, Lady Stanton. Lord Stanton,” she said in a voice that was thankfully steady when she found it. She didn’t add anything else. If they wanted to broach a difficult subject, let them begin.

  The viscountess, who was seated upon a shepherdess chair upholstered in pale caramel velvet, sniffed as she looked her up and down. Attired in a superbly cut walking gown and matching spencer in cobalt blue, it was clear she thought little of Kate’s plain gray dress.

  “You must know why we are here,” the viscountess said at length after she’d completed her perusal. Even though Lady Stanton was as fair-haired as her daughter, her eyes were a cold, pale blue rather than gray. Indeed, the shade rather reminded Kate of arctic ice, and it was all she could do not to shiver as the viscountess continued to stare at her.

  Kate folded her hands in front of her to stop them from shaking before she responded. “I’m afraid I don’t.”

  Lady Stanton arched a flaxen brow. “For a teacher, I must say, you do not seem overly bright.”

  “For a viscountess, I must say, you do not seem overly gracious.” Kate bit her lip. Oh, dear. Now she’d done it.

  “Well, I never!” Lady Stanton’s eyes darted blue fire.

  “Ladies. Might I intervene?” Lord Stanton stepped forward to take up a position behind the dowager viscountess’s chair. His gaze was cool and uncompromising as he directed it straight at Kate. “Miss Woodville, we know your brother has been pursuing Violet against our wishes. And that you have been a party to the subterfuge going on.”

  Kate raised her chin. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

  “Do you deny that Violet and your brother met, in secret, at White Church House two days ago, and at Mrs. Marlowe’s Book Emporium just yesterday?”

  “I hardly think a public book shop and a charity lodging house are places one would choose to arrange secret assignations,” Kate retorted. “Besides, I am not my brother’s keeper. Nor am I responsible for your sister’s comings and goings. Your concern is duly noted, but I really don’t know why you would bother coming to me about this.”

  Lord Stanton drummed his fingers along the back of the shepherdess chair. “Tell your brother he must stop chasing after my sister.”

  Kate rolled her eyes. “Oh, yes. Of course. I’m sure he’ll listen.”

  Lord Stanton’s wide mouth twitched but whether it was with grudging amusement or anger she really couldn’t tell.

  Lady Stanton rose and wandered over to the fireplace. “Tell me about White Church House. You say it is some sort of lodging house. For the poor?”

  Kate frowned, confused at the woman’s sudden change of tack. “Yes. It is run by The Benevolent Society for the Women of Whitechapel and St. Mary’s Church. It’s a charity that supports destitute women and their children. But surely you are aware of all this considering you knew that Violet arranged a visit.”

  “Hmph.” The viscountess ran a gloved fingertip along the marble mantel and then examined her black kid glove for dust. “It all sounds very commendable.” Her gaze flicked back to Kate’s face. “I can see why it would appeal to someone like you, given your background.”

  “Whatever do you mean?” Kate’s eyes met Lord Stanton’s and color stained his cheeks. He’s ashamed.

  However it was Lady Stanton who spoke. “My stepson has discovered the most interesting things about you and your brother,” she said in a deceptively mild tone. “Your family’s history ...”

  Kate swallowed. She hadn’t realized Lady Stanton was not Anthony Lockhart’s mother. Not that such a detail mattered right now. What mattered was that Lady Stanton was clearly about to deliver a threat of some kind. “I don’t understand what my family has to do with any of this,” she said stiffly.

  “You will. I heard about the meeting you attended yesterday. And that it was presided over by the Duchess of Hav
erford. She is a patroness of this school is she not?”

  “I believe so, yes.”

  “And Her Grace is holding a Yuletide house party and subscription ball to raise money for certain charities, such as yours, yes?”

  “Yes. But I fail to see—”

  Lady Stanton raised a hand. “Come, come, Miss Woodville. Isn’t it obvious? Someone like you—with a father who drank and gambled all his money away and died in debtor’s prison, and a brother who is clearly a fortune-hunting scoundrel trying to take advantage of a young woman who is the sister of a viscount no less—surely you must see that your background is a problem. What would the duchess think if she were to discover a woman with such a scandalous family history, and a rogue of a brother, taught at this school? Surely she’d be duty bound to inform Mrs. Brooke that she has someone on staff with a tainted reputation. And then of course, why would Her Grace bother investing in your dirty little charity? I’m sure at least half of the women inhabiting White Church House are unwed mothers. How positively disgraceful to be associated with such an endeavor.”

  For a moment, Kate stood perfectly still as shock and anger roiled inside her belly. The viscountess’s vile attitude was appalling. And to think Lord Stanton had been investigating her and Freddie to such a degree! Somehow she found her voice. It shook a little as she spoke but she was beyond caring. “I think it’s disgraceful that you dare to speak about the women and the charity that supports them in such a demeaning way, your ladyship. Her Grace certainly didn’t think The Benevolent Society for the Women of Whitechapel a shameful cause when I discussed it with her yesterday.”

  Lady Stanton sniffed. “Her Grace does have impeccable manners. However, I doubt she will consider your request for support seriously.”

  Kate’s gaze moved to Lord Stanton’s face. His expression had become as hard as granite yet she was so furious she wasn’t overawed by him anymore. “My lord, what have you to say? It seems you are the one who has been digging up all the dirt so to speak. Do you agree with your stepmother that my charity, my family, and I are ‘disgraceful and tainted’?”