~*~
Charles paced the floor of his study the next morning. He hadn’t slept well. Fears for the safety of Henrietta awoke him repeatedly but warred with the emotions she stirred within him. It was as if she had some spell over him making him want to learn more about her, spend time with her, and be challenged by her. Last night he’d seen vulnerability in her that had escaped him in the past. Could he be affecting her as much as she was him?
Both were determined to remain unwed.
He wasn’t so sure that’s what he wanted anymore.
Talking with Michael had helped ease his mind, knowing someone else would be keeping an eye out for her. She’d hate that if she knew.
When the time was appropriate he walked over to the Remington house. He gained entry using his calling card.
The butler took his hat and cane. “Lord Remington wishes a word with you, my lord.”
“Certainly.” This was unexpected. Had Miss Allendale said something to her brother? There was much about their interactions he’d rather Marcus Remington not know. The thought shamed him. Secrets were never conducive to good friendships although he and Marcus were more acquaintances than friends. The justification didn’t ease his nerves.
Edwards led him into a well-appointed study where Marcus sat at his desk. He glanced up at Charles as the door closed behind him.
“Lord Percy. Charles. Welcome.” Lord Remington rose, skirted around the desk and motioned for him to join him in a group of chairs near the fireplace which wasn’t lit due to the heat of the day. “Can I order some tea?”
“Thank you, no. I’m fine. I’ll admit I’m surprised you asked to see me.”
Marcus smiled. “Come, Charles, how long have we known each other? You were only a year younger than me at university.”
“How long has it been since you tutored me in my Latin?”
“More years than I’d like to count.” Marcus leaned back and crossed one leg over the other. “Thank you for taking time to be here. Henri mentioned you’d rescued her and Lady Grey on their return to London.”
“’Twas nothing, Marcus. Seems that lately I’ve had a few occasions to foil robbery attempts like that. Your sister was perfectly prepared to dispatch the fellow without my assistance.”
Marcus laughed. “I’m sure she was. Not sure how she got to be so bloodthirsty. All those gothic novels, perhaps?”
“She’s an intrepid woman. I understand better your struggle to find a husband worthy of her.”
“Henrietta does not suffer fools well and most wouldn’t last a week before they’d be begging me to take her back. In spite of her considerable charms she has a strong will and intellect. She outshines me, and would have been a better steward of our estate than I am.”
“I think you are too harsh on yourself. I’ve only heard good things about you and your work in Parliament.”
“If women were allowed in government, Henri would be the one running circles around most men there, I’ve no doubt.”
“You admire your sister greatly. That is to your credit.”
“I love her as well. I saw you dance with her last night and your conversation seemed more intense than the usual banal talk which often occurs.”
“True. Miss Allendale is one who inspires depth.”
“I always thought you were avoiding the wedded state. Has my sister changed your mind?”
Charles laughed. “If anyone would be worth giving up my bachelorhood, it would be her. I’m not so sure I’m ready for that kind of change.”
“You will, of course, treat her with honor and respect.”
“You need to ask?”
“Sorry. Too many young bucks have approached, and not all for acceptance of who she really is. I would not relish an insipid man or a tyrant for a brother-in-law.”
“A tyrant would be dead within a week if wed to her.”
Marcus laughed. “Likely so, but whether due to his own hand or hers would be debatable.”
“I see your dilemma and am doubly grateful to be an only child.”
“I wanted you to understand that of most of the men available to her, you would top my list as being the most compatible and worthy of her hand should you choose to seek it.”
Charles blinked rapidly. “I’m not pursuing the hand of anyone, but if I were, your sister would be the ideal candidate for Baroness.”
Marcus nodded. “Inform me if you change your mind. Of course, I can give all the approval I desire, but that wouldn’t necessarily win her heart. That would be any man’s chief battle.”
“How many have failed, to date?”
“Eight that I’m aware of, but they didn’t all seek me first. Few were truly worthy of her, but they were benign. Ultimately the choice is hers.”
“You’re a wise man.”
“Prudent. I’ve learned there are some battles that are not worth engaging with my sister.”
Charles grinned. “I’ve been warned.” He rose, as Marcus did. They shook hands.
“Go visit the women and elevate the level of intelligence in that room. I for one find it tepid, at best.”
“So you hide in here?”
“Yes, and also so hopeful debutantes can’t set their sights on me. Since my father died it’s as if a target is on my back, and there is a race to see who can bring me to the altar.”
“I sympathize with your dilemma.”
“You’ve had your share as well?”
“But of course. Enjoy your sanctuary and I will wade into the dangerous waters.”
“Good day, Charles.”
“Good day.”
Charles left and paused outside the study door. Interesting. Why was he hesitant to express interest in Henrietta? He was interested, wasn’t he? But he also knew it would be difficult to convince her to change her mind on marriage. As brave as he could be facing down evildoers, he wondered why he was afraid to face her over that issue? Perhaps because he wanted her to desire him just as much? He rolled his eyes at himself and went to the room.
Upon his entering, Peaches squawked. “Pish, posh! Balderdash and fiddlesticks!”
Charles strode to the cage. “Ah, Peaches, so you do remember me. How are you this fine morning?”
“Give me a kiss.” The bird leaned forward close to Charles’s cheek, as far as she could get through the bars of the cage, making a smacking noise.
Grinning, Charles turned to scan the room. His gaze settled on Miss Allendale seated close the tea tray, surrounded by hopeful suitors.
She smiled at him. “Lord Percy, do come closer. Would you care for some tea?”
“I’ll pass for now.”
“You’ve won over my bird. How daring of you. Her beak is quite sharp.”
“I’m aware. She and I conversed on my previous visit. My aunt used to own a parrot so I’ve some experience with them.”
“Henri! Come here, Henri!” the bird called out.
Miss Allendale turned a delightful shade of pink as the group tittered.
The bird laughed.
“She’s not out of her cage today?” Charles inquired.
“Peaches delights in tormenting guests by sitting close to them and eating their food. She’s a fair talker but has failed to master tea etiquette.”
“Doubtful she ever will,” Lady Grey said. “The bird has as strong a will as her owner.”
“Peaches was a gift from my brother after my parents died,” Henri offered.
“A delightful companion,” Charles said.
“Pish, posh! Balderdash and fiddlesticks!” Peaches squawked.
“I stand corrected.” Charles gave a nod to the bird.
A few visitors rose to leave and Charles sank into a chair adjacent to Miss Allendale’s. “I wondered if you would join me for a carriage ride this afternoon.”
Henrietta set down her cup and saucer and considered him. “I accept.”
“Wonderful.” Charles resisted the urge to jump for joy, but why such extreme emotion should accompany her
acceptance was not something he wanted to question closely.
After some conversation with other members of the party, his allotted time for a visit was over, and he took his leave, whistling a lively tune as he sauntered down the street.
The day had grown considerably brighter.
7
Henrietta tried on three different dresses before settling on a walking dress of lavender with lace and darker plum trim. She grabbed her matching bonnet and made sure her pistol was loaded and in her reticule. Not that she’d need it with Charles, but he had been serious about the threat against her. He didn’t seem like a man who liked to terrify young women, but she wasn’t any normal lady.
She came to the bottom landing to find her brother there.
“You didn’t inform me you were going for a ride with Lord Percy.”
“I didn’t realize I was obligated to run my every acquaintance or outing through you.” Her nose rose a fraction.
Marcus shook his head. “It’s not that. Do you like him?”
“He’s entertaining. Even Peaches likes him.”
“Have you been out with him before?”
“We took a walk in the park a few days ago.”
“And?”
“It was…invigorating.” Marcus didn’t need to know that she’d shot off someone’s hat.
He assessed her. His mouth opened as if he would say more, but he shook his head and walked away. “Enjoy your ride. Lord Percy awaits you in the sitting room.”
Her brother entered his office and shut the door.
She loved him dearly and appreciated his concern. Interesting that he did not give his unequivocal stamp of approval on Lord Percy as he had on previous suitors. But then Lord Percy wasn’t really a suitor. But what was he? A friend? Perhaps. A cohort in respectable subversion? She chuckled at her own silliness.
Edwards opened the door.
Peaches was sitting on Lord Percy’s outstretched finger.
“Have I made you wait so long you’ve resorted to conversation with my bird?”
“Pish, posh!” Peaches declared.
Lord Percy set the bird back on the cage. “I find her entertaining in a way most humans never could be. She’s been telling me all your secrets.”
“Right, like how I sneak cake to her and extra sunflower seeds?”
Percy nodded. “Shhhhh. Your secret is safe with me.”
She gave a subtle nod. “So is yours.”
“Touché. Shall we depart? My groom is walking the horses. He will be our chaperone but act like as if you don’t recognize who he is or that he’s even there.”
Her eyebrows drew together, but as they walked down the stairs the groom pulled the curricle up and the young man winked at her. Audacious! She peered closer and her eyes grew wide. Heavens, it was Sir Tidley, but she’d hardly recognize him in that costume if she hadn’t been looking.
Lord Percy assisted her in getting in and followed.
Sir Michael put up the stair and leapt to the driver’s seat to head toward Hyde Park. This was the best time to see and be seen by the beau monde.
For once Henri didn’t feel ridiculous sitting with a man. She may not be searching for a title or wealth, or even love, but if companionship were to be had, Lord Percy suited her quite well.
“You seem pleased with yourself today, Miss Allendale.”
A snicker came from the front seat.
“I’m congratulating myself on getting past my brother without him extolling your virtues and proclaiming your worth as a suitable mate.”
“Is this something he normally does?”
“Oh, yes. In the past, anyway. I think he’s beginning to learn that the more he promotes a man the sooner I will dispatch his sorry soul into the street, crushed and forlorn.”
“Why?”
“Because usually Marcus has interviewed them as they sought my hand. If you had done that, he likely would have bragged about you. I am immensely grateful that did not happen, for I do enjoy our conversations and would loathe to lose our friendship over something as silly as talk of marriage.”
“Why are you so opposed to the married state? You’ve mentioned this before, but I’ve been as well, so this is no attempt to persuade you otherwise.”
“Which is why I am comfortable enough to share. My parents loved each other dearly, and I refuse to commit myself to someone I cannot love and respect with all my being. You must realize I’m not an easy woman to please, so it seems the better course to take is swearing off romantic attachments and focus on my work.”
“I entirely agree with you.”
She turned to him. “You do?”
“But of course. You’ve made a rational, well-reasoned choice. You understand best what makes you happiest, and a man who did not adore you, and whom you could not equally trust and adore, would be the height of folly for you to wed. Since that encompasses most of the fops on the marriage mart, you’ve made a good decision.”
“You’re bamming me.”
A hiss came from the front seat.
“Pish, posh, sir groom. I rarely use street cant and if it suits the situation I shall, especially if he’s talking fustian. Lies and foolishness.”
“As long as your brother doesn’t catch you. Or Lady Grey,” Sir Tidley hissed.
“Aren’t grooms to be seen but not heard?” she riposted.
Charles chuckled and clasped her hand, sending a stream of tingly warmth up her arm and through her body even with her gloves on.
“Did you want to tell me more about this threat on my life?”
Charles explained the Black Diamond and in vague terms the misuses he had for young virginal beauties.
“Abhorrent. Of course you cannot tell Marcus about this. Is Lord Hughes aware?”
“I’ve sent a missive.”
“Is this because I had the audacity to blow that man’s hat off his head and threaten to follow with his brains?”
“Possibly.” Charles frowned.
“You believe this to be serious.”
He nodded. “I urge you to be extremely careful. Take an extra footman with you when you leave the house. Continue to carry your pistol and stay on the alert. Do not go anywhere alone.”
“Anything else?” While she knew they were for her benefit he had no right to command her so.
“Step back from helping Lord Hughes until this threat is over.”
She shook her head. “You go too far. I will not cease my work for the War Office at Whitehall. I might be able to save lives. My brother is fighting. I can do so little here, but what I can do, I will continue, regardless of this silly Mr. Diamond.”
“I realize I have no right or authority to ask this of you. I want you to realize I would be heartbroken if anything happened to you. I would feel responsible.”
“Why?”
“Because I took you with me when I picked up that note.”
“And they would not have been the wiser if I hadn’t snatched it from you and been armed. It’s part of the price we pay for this. The cost of war.”
“Don’t the lies wear you down?” Charles asked.
“As a believer, they do, but to defeat evil must be paramount. Napoleon cannot succeed. Too many people have died, and I cannot allow their deaths to be in vain if there is something I can do to help.”
Charles looked away at the passing scenery.
The tightness of his jaw and the momentary squeeze of his hand were her only clues of his inward struggle.
“Charles? I may call you that, may I not? I thought we were becoming friends, and perhaps even something of partners.”
He shook his head and turned to her. “It delights me that you would call me friend. May I call you Henri when we are alone?”
She nodded.
“And you may call me Charles. Partner is a dangerous word in this line of work. Even as much of a hobby as it is that you and I engage in, partners can be a deadly encumbrance. I wouldn’t ever knowingly lead you into danger.”
“No. We take calculated risks, and I’m impressed at the work you do. You are a master in many aspects of the craft, but to partner together could lead to rumors and scandal that you would most wish to avoid. Any hint of compromise would lead to losing what you desire most—your independence.”
“Marcus would never…”
“Hmph!” came from the front seat.
She frowned. “You’re right, of course. He would force a marriage if I were compromised. So we’ll make sure that never happens.”
“I would never intentionally compromise you, but circumstances…”
“I understand. So is this our last time where we are able to converse privately?”
His hand squeezed hers and released it as they came upon other carriages. He never did answer her question as they engaged in chatting with the other occupants of carriages they met, about the mundane topics that drove her mad—fashion, the weather, the latest ball, and listening to rumors. Those she paid the most attention to, as many times they contained hints of the truth even if distorted twenty times before reaching her ears. She listened and made mental notes to report later.
They couldn’t be partners, huh? Well, what were they right now?
It may be that she’d need to prove her worth to Lord Percy.
But why should his opinion even matter?
That was one question she wasn’t brave enough to ponder for long.
8
After dropping off Miss Allendale at her home, Sir Tidley drove to the mews near his house in town and handed off the reins to his real groom. Together they went to his home, entering through the back gate into the garden.
“Sorry you failed to impress upon her the danger,” Michael said.
“I think she understands but believes she can triumph over such evil. I fear for her.”
“Rightly so. If I weren’t such a bufflehead, I’d begin to wonder if you’re falling in love with her.”
Charles scowled at his friend.
Michael backed up a step. “Forgive me. I obviously erred.” One raised eyebrow indicated that the knight was only placating and wasn’t for one instant repentant or retracting his statement.
“Any suggestions?”
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