A Courtship to Remember: A Historical Regency Romance Book

by Bridget Barton

  “And her friends?”

  “Do not concern yourself about them. They are in the parlour. Come, our companions are waiting for us in the drawing room. It is time to celebrate the end of the Dianian era and usher in the Elizabethan.”

  Felton held out his hand to him and hoisted him up, clapping him on the back as he did so. Anthony, in turn, clasped his shoulder.

  “Thank you,” he said.

  “There is no need to thank me, Anthony. You would have done it for me as well.”

  Smiling, they returned to the drawing room where several pairs of eyes turned to look at them.

  “So,” a friend said. “Is there a celebration to be had? We all witnessed the Ice Queen leave the party in a huff.”

  “Since when have you referred to Diana as the Ice Queen?” Anthony asked.

  “Oh, for years now,” Felton answered. “I wanted to call her the Siren of Death, but our friends found it too morbid.”

  Anthony laughed. “What else have you all been saying behind my back?”

  “Many things,” another friend answered. “We've wanted to say it to your face for years, but we were wary of your fists. Felton was the only one to brave the Great Anthony.”

  “Great Anthony?”

  “Do not let it go to your head,” Felton cautioned. “Great Imbecile would have been more apt, but they wanted to be nice about it.”

  The men laughed, and Anthony found himself joining in even though their words were not entirely complimentary.

  They are all right, I have been an imbecile. I was not able to see the truth, to see who Diana indeed was. I shall forever be in debt to Felton for his role in gaining my life back.

  “So, tell us. What has become of Diana?”

  “I have ended our courtship.”

  A round of applause and a few shouts filled the room. Felton raised his hand, immediately bringing the noise to an end.

  “Anthony,” he said. “Tell them what you plan on doing. For years we have watched you throw your life away on a woman who never cared for you. It is only right that we all get to hear what the Great Anthony will do with his life.”

  “Why, I plan on marrying the love of my life.”

  “The Lovely Elizabeth?” a friend asked.

  “You had a name for her as well?” Anthony asked.

  Felton laughed. “We have a name for everyone. It keeps things interesting.”

  “Answer the question!” another friend insisted.

  “Yes, I shall marry the Lovely Elizabeth, if she will have me.”

  “Hear! Hear!” they all shouted.

  Felton raised his glass of cognac. “To our friend Anthony. May he live long with his woman beside him.”

  “Hear! Hear!” they all chorused again.

  Anthony looked at Felton, seeing the pride and affection his friend had for him. It would have never been possible without him. In response, he raised his own glass to him, smiling as a look of understanding passed between them.

  “Thank you,” he mouthed.

  Felton gave an exaggerated bow. “At you service.”

  Anthony did not have the words to describe how much he appreciated all that his friend had done for him and continued to do, but he felt that Felton probably knew it all already. That is what true friendship was. He only hoped that he could return the favour. His friend deserved a good woman to love, and if it was in his power to do so, he would help him find her. Henrietta would not have wanted him to pine away for her for the rest of his life. A good woman would put the spark back into his eyes. She would not replace Henrietta, but she would fill a void in his life.

  As the night wore on, Anthony could only think of Elizabeth. It was just a matter of hours before he would be with her once again, and he could hardly wait.

  Chapter 15

  Elizabeth looked at the paper before her, not knowing what to say. Her parents needed to know what had happened thus far during their stay, but she found herself unable to write a word. It was too soon, but also long overdue.

  What would her parents think once they found out what she had done? She could not keep the plan from them now that it had failed to secure the future she had hoped for her sister. As for her own future, it was not as clear as she had initially thought.

  She merely needed time to herself. Just a few days to come to terms with everything and then she would be all right. At least, she hoped so. Never had she expected the plan to take such an unexpected and emotional turn. When had it begun to go so wrong?

  From the beginning. She should have never agreed to such an idea A false courtship indeed. Who had ever heard of such?

  But the rewards of the plan had pulled her in, making her a slave to its promises. Independence for her and marriage for her sister. But it was not to be. Perhaps Father would understand and cease this mission for her to be married. Would he truly force her into a marriage against her will?”

  If she were to run away, where would she go? There was no guarantee that Aunt Deborah and Uncle Noah would help her, although they were rather unconventional people. A disguise may help, but to what end? She could not be on the run for the rest of her life. She loved her family far too much for that. There had to be another way of tackling this situation. Although her heart was hurting, she had to be practical about the situation she was in.

  There was no use in weeping over shed milk. What was done was done, there was no turning back the hands of time. Never mind the fact that she had spent most of the night crying and wishing that she could turn back the hands of time.

  She should have kept away from that balcony as though the plague were upon them. But had she done that, she would have never met the man who had fulfilled all aspects of her ideal husband. She would have never known that such a man existed.

  She also would have never known the pain that she was going through. Was there a word for her agony? How did one explain heartbreak? How did you take it away?

  Elizabeth felt foolish for her feelings, and she only blamed herself. Had she not been the one to fall in love with a man who loved another? What sort of a woman would do that? Her sort, apparently. She walked into that false courtship knowing that Anthony loved Diana, that he wanted her back. That was the reason for the scheme. How could she have allowed herself to have affection for him beyond that of a friend?

  Because she had been happy. Happier than she would have ever thought. Here was a man who understood her, enjoyed what she loved, and never grew tired of her chatter. Even their silences had been wonderful, as they were both comfortable enough with each other to not need every moment of the day to be filled with words. She sighed, putting her stationery away. There was to be no letter-writing that day for her head was much too filled with thoughts of Anthony.

  She could not even be angry with him. He was only himself. It was not as though he had tried to make her fall in love with him, it had simply happened.

  However... Had there not been moments between them? Flashes of memory filled her mind – their prolonged eye contact, their duet at the pianoforte, the heat at the touch of their hands, and what of that moment at the fountain? Had he been trying to tell her something?

  Oh, Elizabeth did not know. What was the use of thinking this way? What good would it do?

  She blew out a puff of air as she laid her head on her folded arms, using the writing desk as support. She was exhausted from the emotional turmoil, her lack of sleep, and memories that had no place in her life ahead of her.

  She dared not look in the mirror lest she find a haggard woman staring back at her again. Elizabeth had done precisely that earlier out of habit, shocking even herself. She had quickly looked away, grimacing at the woman in the mirror.

  Her life seemed to have been put on hold, but the funny thing was that life continued as usual about her. The sun still rose, the birds sang their songs, people called out to each other on the streets beyond her window, and breakfast was being prepared downstairs.

  “The world has not stopped functioni
ng, even though my life seems to have paused. Is this how it is meant to be?”

  Elizabeth could not decide which was worse. Falling in love with a taken man or being rejected by that same man. It did not make it any better that she had known the rejection was coming.

  She had never known that she would be foolish enough to love a man she stood no chance with beyond friendship. Although she sincerely doubted she had even that – Diana would never allow it. Where would her self-respect be if she were to pursue a friendship with him? Would it not seem strange to an outsider?

  They never did speak of becoming friends after the plan. They had only spoken of what they would do once they parted ways. Anthony had likely proposed to Diana once more, and if she were wise enough, she would have accepted. However, Elizabeth had no intention of staying in London past a few days to hear of their happy reunion. Until her departure, she intended on staying in the townhouse.

  Neither did she wish to hear of their happy life, not when her emotions were still quite raw. It was silly of her, but could not control how she felt.”

  Elizabeth sighed again, sitting up straighter in her chair. She rubbed her nose, wincing as the raw flesh stung. She had forgotten about the state of her nose, the tenderness of it due to her night-time sobbing.

  She expected to have a red nose as well. Everyone would know what she had been doing all night, but it would be acceptable as she had technically been rejected by her suitor. At least there was that. No one would question her, or rather she hoped that they would not.

  She had not spoken to her aunt and uncle about the rejection yet, as she had avoided them for much of the night. But she imagined that Cecilia had informed them. Elizabeth hoped that her sister had not told them the truth about the situation, as she was not prepared to deal with the repercussions of it quite yet. There was only so much that she could handle, and at that moment guilt and heartbreak were the feelings that were consuming her. Shame would have to come later. Elizabeth gave a little jump in her chair when her door was suddenly flung open by her sister.

  “Cecilia! What do you mean by this?”

  Her sister stopped by the doorway, gave her a once-over, and grimaced. “You look a sight, Eliza.”

  “Thank you, you are too kind.”

  “It is true. Have you been crying the whole night?”

  Elizabeth shrugged, not bothering to say anything. The answer was clear enough on her face. She was not sure what to make of her sister's jovial mood considering that she was so angry only the day before. But she did seem changed when she returned from her outing last night.

  “Ceci, where did you go yesterday? I was fretful with thoughts that something had happened to you.”

  Her sister smiled. “All in good time, dear sister. However, at this moment I wish for you to put more effort into your appearance. Do you have to wear that dress? I am sure that you have better looking day dresses.”

  But Elizabeth was not remotely bothered by her appearance. What was bothering her was that her sister was not still angry. Cecilia was one to hold grudges, and remain upset for days on end. Considering that her wedding had been put on hold indefinitely, she was surprisingly cheerful. Elizabeth did not trust it, not one bit.

  "Why are you in high spirits, Ceci? I expected you to still be angry with me for all I have done. I shall not hold it against you as I did do something entirely foolish."

  “I shall not deny that I was upset last evening, but neither do I believe it useful or wise to dwell on the past. What is done is done.”

  This was unlike her sister, which worried her. Elizabeth had expected to receive an earful today about what a terrible sister she was, or perhaps even the cold shoulder.

  “Forgive me if I appear confused, but I do not understand your present mood. Do you plan on exacting revenge on me through feigned kindness?”

  To her surprise, Cecilia laughed. Now she was most worried. Perhaps her actions had broken her?

  “Eliza, you fret without reason. Why should I remain angry and morose for what has happened in the past?”

  “That has always been your nature, Ceci. I deserve your anger for I have most certainly wronged you.” She peered closely at her sister. “You appear to be another person this morning.”

  "People can change, it happens every day."

  “Yes, but not this rapidly. I do not know whether to be relieved or worried.”

  “I wish you to be happy, Eliza.”

  To Cecilia’s obvious dismay, Elizabeth burst into tears. It was all too much for her. Her sister immediately ran to her, putting her arms around her.

  “Eliza, whatever is the matter? Why do you cry so?”

  Elizabeth shook her head, too overcome with emotion to respond. Cecilia patted her back, murmuring words of assurance to her. “Do not fret, Eliza. All will be well, you will see.”

  “How?” she cried. “I have made a mess of things, Ceci. What can possibly happen for everything to go back to the way it was before? I wish we had never come to London!”

  “Surely you do not mean that?”

  “Oh, I do not know! Father should have granted you the marriage and let me do as I wanted with my life instead of sending us here.” She pulled away from Cecilia. “What do I to say to them once we return home? What will they think of me? The only one who will have all that he wished for is Anthony. I cannot be mad about it because I agreed to the plan knowing that there were risks. But I never thought that I would get my heart broken in the process!”

  Her sister pulled her back, this time stroking her hair as their mother did usually did. “There, there, Eliza. Would it help if I said that I have forgiven you?”

  Elizabeth cried all the more harder. She moved away from Cecilia and ran to her bed, throwing herself upon the covers. The bed dipped slightly as her sister sat down beside her.

  “I know that you are hurting, Eliza, but I promise you that all will be fine.”

  “How? It is no use, Ceci. I have made a blunder of everything. Why did I take that risk?”

  “Well, I am glad that you took a risk.”

  Still sniffing, Elizabeth sat up. “I do not understand. How can you be glad that I took a risk? If the plan had worked, then it would have been worth it. But it has not, has it?”

  "You met Anthony who showed you that there was more to life than your music."

  “What good did that do me?”

  Cecilia smiled. “More than you know.”

  “I fail to see how you can be so optimistic about this. Surely a heartache is not something to be happy about?”

  “It depends on how you look at it.”

  Elizabeth covered her eyes, falling back onto the bed. Her sister was thoroughly confusing her. “Ceci, I think that I should like to be alone.”

  “Oh no, there is no time for that. You must come downstairs.”

  “I am not hungry.”

  Her sister tapped her on her thigh, making her remove a hand to glare at her with one eye. “Elizabeth Ramsbury, get off this bed this instant. I shall not allow you to wallow in your tears.”

  “I am certain that this is not how you cure heartache.”

  “Well, it is for you. I need you to get up, wash your face, fix your hair, and come downstairs with me. I shall not push you to change your dress, although it does look hideous.”

  “Ceci, I am not in the mood for your fashion advice. Besides, it is not as though we will be receiving any visitors. And if we do, then I shall say that I am unwell.”

  Cecilia shook her head and tapped harder on her thigh.

  “I shall drag you if I must. You have been in this room since our return from the garden party. Do you not think that you should come out? What of our uncle and aunt? They are worried about you as well. Would you have them fret for nought?”

  That made Elizabeth feel guilty. Her aunt and uncle had been nothing but kind to her. She did not wish for them to fret.

  “Very well. Give me a moment to gather myself before I come down.”
/>   “I think that I should wait for you. I do not trust you to do as you have said.”

  “You have my word.” She sat up. “Look, I am up. If you kindly move to the side, I can get off this bed and get started.”

  Cecilia stood up. “All right. Ten minutes should be ample time for you.”

  “You wish to time me?”

  “If you have a goal to work towards, I believe that you will ensure that you keep your word. Ten minutes, Eliza. I shall see you in a moment.”

  Elizabeth watched her sister leave the room before getting up and pouring water into a bowl to freshen up. She hoped that the cold water would lessen the redness around her eyes and nose, as well as reduce the swollen look that crying always seemed to give her. It was one of the reasons she seldom cried – she looked terrible while doing so. Elizabeth often admired and envied the women who could cry so prettily. Even a red nose and swollen eyes looked good on them.