Love for Lucinda

by Gayle Buck

  “It is true that Lord Potherby has always been a good and reliable neighbor. It is also true that he has been a faithful admirer, and one, moreover, who enjoyed the favor of my parents. However, I never thought for one instant of becoming his wife,” said Lucinda. She balled her fist and lightly hit Lord Mays. “Really, Wilfred! I thought you knew me better!”

  “Then it is all right that I gave Potherby my permission to solicit Agnes’s hand,” said Lord Mays, relieved.

  “What an idiot you are, Wilfred,” said Lucinda fondly and without the least offense meant. “Of course it is all right. Tibby and I have both wondered whether Lord Potherby might not suit Agnes. Only see how right we were! Oh, I must go up to tell Tibby! She will be delighted.”

  Lord Mays caught her wrist when she would have hastened away, and he gently pulled her back toward him. “I would like you to tell her something for me, also.”

  Lucinda looked at him, puzzled. “What is that, Wilfred?”

  “This!” Lord Mays hauled her into his arms and passionately kissed her. For several long moments he thoroughly demonstrated his expertise. When at last he raised his head, his gold-brown eyes were blazing, and there was the suggestion of a curl about his lips. He said, a little hoarsely, “You enjoyed that, Lucinda.”

  “Oh, yes,” agreed Lucinda in a dazed fashion. She appeared half asleep with her eyelids only half opened. But the glimmering of her eyes told a different story. She clung to his lapel. “How awful of you to take me unawares, Wilfred.”

  “Did you not guess my feelings for you?” he asked, reaching up one hand to brush her cheek. She nuzzled into his palm, and he cupped her face, once more lowering his head. He kissed her lingeringly, with a banked fire. “Well, Lucinda?” he asked softly.

  “I thought that I saw something in your eyes, but as quickly as I looked, it vanished,” said Lucinda. She glanced quickly at him, and as quickly away. “I... I was never certain that I had seen anything.”

  “I did not want to scare you off. You had told everyone how you did not intend to wed again. Oh, yes! I heard it from any number of people, Lucinda. It has been one of the ongoing on dits of the Season,” said Lord Mays. He chuckled suddenly. “It was generally believed that the lady was protesting too much that she enjoyed her solitary state and that the real reason you had returned to London was to snare a second husband for yourself.”

  “But I didn’t!” exclaimed Lucinda. “Oh, I am so mortified. I never guessed that I was the object of such rude speculation.”

  “You will not like it when I tell you that your cousin, Stassart, has offered odds in the clubs against your accepting anyone’s suit,” said Lord Wilfred.

  Lucinda’s eyes glittered. “Ferdie always did have the most abominable luck,” she remarked.

  Lord Mays gave a bark of laughter. His gold-brown eyes were alight as he gazed upon her. “I am glad in this instance.”

  Lucinda reached up to wind her arms about Lord Mays’s neck and pressed close to him. “Wilfred, dear kind Wilfred! Pray kiss me again!”

  Lord Mays was not at all loath to do so.

  Chapter Twenty-seven

  The door opened quietly, but Lucinda and Lord Mays were oblivious to it. Miss Blythe stood on the threshold of the open door, stunned. Then she cleared her throat. She had to repeat herself several times before the intent couple finally realized that they were no longer alone.

  Lucinda and Lord Mays turned their heads. His lordship at once released Lucinda, and she reached up in a vain attempt to smooth her hair. “T... Tibby! I did not realize that you had come in,” she stammered.

  “That is very obvious, my dear.” Miss Blythe’s visage was stern as she turned her gaze on the gentleman standing so awkwardly beside her blushing former pupil. “Lord Mays, what is the meaning of this?”

  Lord Mays put a finger up to his cravat. It seemed to have tightened suddenly. He had come to think of Miss Blythe as a friend, and it was a distinct shock to be treated to her arctic stare. “I have asked Lady Mays to become my wife. At least, I actually haven’t, but I hope that she will.”

  Miss Blythe turned her eyes to the younger woman. “Lucinda! Do you mean to stand there and admit that you yielded yourself to this exhibition without securing Lord Mays’s declaration?”

  Lucinda was fast recovering her equilibrium. Half laughing, she said, “I fear that I must, Tibby. It is shameful of me, I know.”

  “Do you intend to wed his lordship?” demanded Miss Blythe. There was a tremor in her voice.

  Lucinda glanced at Lord Mays. He smiled crookedly at her and slipped his arm about her waist. She leaned comfortably into his embrace. “Oh, yes,” she said softly, still looking into his face. “I certainly do intend to wed him.”

  Miss Blythe burst into tears. She fumbled for a handkerchief. “Forgive me!” she gasped. She turned and rushed out of the drawing room.

  Lucinda and Lord Mays stared after her in consternation. Then they looked at one another, the same dismay reflected upon their faces.

  “My word! What is that about?” exclaimed Lord Mays.

  “I do not know, but I intend to find out,” said Lucinda. She caught his hand. “Pray do not leave until I come back to you.”

  He raised her hand to his lips. His gaze was warm. “I shall ask Church to bring me something, some sandwiches and coffee. That will give me all the excuse I need to remain here kicking my heels.”

  “Thank you, Wilfred. I knew that I could depend upon you,” said Lucinda.

  “You may depend upon me for the remainder of your life,” said Lord Mays simply.

  Lucinda’s color rose. She smiled at him before she exited the drawing room. In the entry hall, she discovered the butler to be hovering close by. Without wondering at all at the butler’s convenient proximity, Lucinda said, “Church! Have you seen Miss Blythe?”

  The butler bowed. “I believe that I saw Miss Blythe go into the library, my lady.”

  “Thank you, Church!”

  “My lady, is something wrong? Miss Blythe seemed a little less than her usual composed self,” said the butler.

  “I trust not, Church,” said Lucinda, already moving away. She bethought herself of something and paused to look back at the butler. “Lord Mays is hungry, Church.”

  “I shall see to it immediately, my lady,” said Church.

  Lucinda hurried on to the library. After a slight hesitation, she pushed open the door. She saw Miss Blythe at once. The lady was seated at the desk, penning a letter, occasionally setting her handkerchief to her nose to ward off another sniffle.

  Miss Blythe had looked up when the door opened, and she smiled tearfully when she met Lucinda’s anxious gaze. “Pray come in, Lucinda. I promise you that I shall not treat you to another such show.”

  Lucinda went over to her and knelt at her former governess’s knee. Looking up into her face, she said quietly, “What is it, Tibby? Don’t you wish me to wed Lord Mays?”

  “My dear!” Tears came once more to Miss Blythe’s eyes. She lifted her spectacles and wiped her eyes. “Drat! And I promised not to play the watering pot again. I have been too often in Agnes’s company, I suspect!”

  Lucinda laughed, somewhat shakily. “Yes, perhaps that sort of thing is catching. Now, Tibby, do cut line! Whyever are you so upset at the prospect of my marrying Lord Mays? Is it because he is my cousin-in-law, and that you fear I am making another hideous mistake? For I do assure you that is not the case. I care for Wilfred very much and—”

  “No, no! You quite mistake the matter, Lucinda. I have nothing at all against the match. In fact, you and Lord Mays between you have made me very, very happy!” Miss Blythe’s voice caught at the last. She laughed at herself and at Lucinda’s expression.

  “Oh, I can see that my behavior is quite inexplicable to you, Lucinda. Perhaps, if you read this letter, you will better understand.” Miss Blythe offered the sheet that she had just penned to Lucinda.

  Lucinda took the letter with a questioning glance at Miss B
lythe, and then started to read it. She looked up quickly. “Why, it is to Mr. Weatherby! But what has he to do with my marrying Lord Mays?”

  Miss Blythe gestured at the sheet. “Pray read it, Lucinda.”

  Lucinda shook her head, but did as she was bid. She exclaimed almost at once, but she did not look up until she had perused the last incredible line. Then she lifted her head and stared at her companion. “Tibby Blythe! Why, you sly thing! You have conducted a romance of your own all of these years and I never once guessed!”

  Miss Blythe’s cheeks had turned deep rose. “I suppose that it all sounds very clandestine and scandalous to you.”

  Lucinda rose to her feet and carefully placed the letter back onto the desk. “I frankly admit that I am confused, Tibby,” she said. “But perhaps I should have realized that something was afoot when Mr. Weatherby suddenly stopped calling or making up one of my court. However, I would still never have connected that with you!”

  “I had written to him to stay away, you see,” said Miss Blythe. “After those terribly blunt opinions that he had uttered concerning Mr. Stassart, I knew that I could not trust him to keep my confidence. I don’t mean that he would have deliberately betrayed what was between us, but that his intense desire to have the thing concluded would lead him into indiscretion. And that I could not have, for I did not wish to place any burden on you, dearest Lucinda!”

  “Oh, Tibby, I still don’t understand. Why would you send Mr. Weatherby away when you felt such an attachment for one another? What possible difference would it have made to me?” asked Lucinda.

  “But, my dear, I could not leave you alone. I could not protect you from that first terrible marriage, but I hoped that I could help you to a better one. And so it has proven, for Lord Mays is just what I had in mind for you,” said Miss Blythe.

  Lucinda was touched by the depth of her companion’s loyalty. She knew that it would be useless to point out to Miss Blythe that that lady’s own happiness should have taken paramount importance, so she did not even make the attempt. Instead, she asked, “Was Wilfred on your list of eligibles, Tibby?”

  “Not at first, no. However, it soon became perfectly clear to me that you and his lordship were besotted with one another, but you were both too foolish to recognize it,” said Miss Blythe. “And so I did my best to promote the match, quite unobtrusively, of course. That was why I accepted so easily your explanation of the friendship between you, and I did not cavil at leaving you alone with Lord Mays whenever the opportunity arose. Forgive me, Lucinda! I fear that I did scheme on your behalf, after all.”

  Lucinda laughed. “I shan’t hold it against you, dear Tibby! It has all worked out for the best, just as you always thought it would. But now you must reveal to me how you came to love Mr. Weatherby and why you never wed the gentleman all of these years.”

  “That is simple enough. Marcus was already married,” said Miss Blythe composedly.

  There was a moment of silence. “Perhaps you should explain it all to me,” said Lucinda with admirable restraint.

  The story that was unfolded to Lucinda’s fascinated ears was one of blighted love. Miss Blythe and Mr. Weatherby had known one another when they were young. They had fallen in love with one another, but before any declaration could be made, another woman had come between them.

  “My elder sister,” said Miss Blythe quietly, looking into the past. “Eliza was the beauty of the family, and Marcus had met her first. But somehow, after he had met me, he no longer had eyes for Eliza. She could not bear to lose him, especially to someone as plain as me. Eliza set about whispers that he had pledged himself to her, that there had actually been an understanding between them, and that he had cruelly renounced her. Since he had paid her court, it was all eventually believed. The storm of gossip and criticism gathered such weight that Marcus was forced to wed Eliza or risk social ostracism.”

  “That is why Mr. Weatherby reacted so strongly over Ferdie’s public dramatics and also when I took my cousin into my house,” said Lucinda. She had sat down some minutes before in a chair, her chin resting in her hand, as she listened.

  Miss Blythe nodded. “Yes. It looked to be the same sort of thing, and quite apart from the attachment that he knew I had for you, Marcus wished to spare you the pain and ignominy of such circumstances.”

  “The dear man. But surely, if he loved you, he might have fought for you?”

  Miss Blythe shook her head, a sad smile touching her lips. “Marcus was a second son, and he had had to rely on benefactors to secure his first position. It would have cost him everything to have flown in the face of all that was arrayed against him. And my father would never have consented to his suit for my hand, not then. I begged Marcus to run away with me to the border, but he refused. He knew that would only be the crowning folly, and he would not condemn me to the inevitable life of penury and scandal.”

  “How awful. And so you could not be together.” Lucinda realized that the story was not complete. “But what happened to your sister, his wife? And how did Mr. Weatherby find you again after so many years, for I gathered from several things he had said that he had spent many years abroad.”

  “Oh, yes, he did. Directly after they were married, Marcus was posted to India. I suppose that his benefactors wished to hush up the scandal as quickly as possible, and so they sent them out of the country. Marcus did very well for himself in India. He became quite a wealthy man,” said Miss Blythe. “But it was not a happy marriage. Eliza regretted most deeply ever wedding Marcus, and perhaps his own bitterness at being forced into the union had much to do with her feelings. In any event, Marcus left the trading company and joined the army. He was under Wellesley, the Sepoy General.”

  “You mean the Duke of Wellington,” said Lucinda.

  “His grace had not then distinguished himself to that honor,” said Miss Blythe, smiling. “When Wellington returned to Europe to head up the British forces in the Peninsular, he brought Marcus with him from India. Eliza was delighted, for she thought that at last she would be going home. But by then our father was dead, the lands had fallen into the hands of a distant relation, and I was well embarked upon my career as governess. There was nowhere for Eliza to go. She was forced to remain with Marcus. He did the best he could for her by situating her in a large house in Lisbon and allowing her to mingle with Portuguese society to her heart’s content while he was off with the rest of the troops. But it did not answer. Eliza never learned to like either foreign lands or their inhabitants.”

  “Tibby, surely Mr. Weatherby did not have the opportunity to tell you his entire life story,” said Lucinda, awed.

  Miss Blythe laughed. “That is just what he has done, my dear, as I have told him mine. We have been in correspondence for all of these years. Eliza detested it, but she could not stop it. I was always very sorry for my sister. She was completely unsuited to the man or to the life that she insisted upon taking to herself. Eliza died last year in Brussels.”

  “And so Mr. Weatherby came back to England for you,” said Lucinda.

  Miss Blythe nodded. “He knew where I would be, for I had written to him.”

  “That was why he practically foisted himself upon Ferdie that first evening at the theater. He did not actually wish to meet me, but he wanted an acceptable social introduction to you!” said Lucinda.

  “No one remembered the old scandal anymore, but Marcus thought to simply reappear, claiming a long acquaintance with me, might resurrect it,” said Miss Blythe. A tremulous smile touched her lips. “He said that he had waited too long to have all that old business dredged up to color our lives all over again.”

  “I have been shamefully used,” said Lucinda, shaking her head. “I have been the shield for a torrid romance and not once did I suspect it. Really, Tibby, it is too bad of you not to let me in on your secret. I would have enjoyed encouraging Mr. Weatherby’s attentions toward you.”

  “I have no doubt of that,” said Miss Blythe dryly, which made Lucinda laugh.
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br />   The library door opened, and the two ladies turned inquiring faces. Lord Mays marched into the room. He took up a determined stance a few feet in front of Miss Blythe. There was a martial look in his eyes. “I have been thinking, and I have come to a conclusion, Miss Blythe, I am sorry if you do not approve of my wedding Lucinda. However, I must tell you that neither your disapproval, nor anyone else’s, will sway me in the least. I will still marry Lucinda.”

  “Wilfred, it is not at all necessary to—”

  His lordship threw up his hand. “I am sorry, Lucinda, but Miss Blythe must be made to understand. I shall not give you up. That is the end of the matter.”

  “Bravo, my lord,” said Miss Blythe approvingly. She rose from her chair and picked up her letter. “If you will excuse me, my lord, Lucinda, I have a very important letter to post.” She left the library with Lord Mays looking after her in bewilderment and Lucinda laughing.

  Lord Mays turned to Lucinda. “I don’t understand. I thought she was set against it.”

  “Oh, not at all! Wilfred, it is the most famous thing!” said Lucinda. “You and I are to wed, and Agnes and Lord Potherby are to wed, and Miss Blythe and Mr. Weatherby are to wed!”

  Lord Mays stared fixedly at her. “Miss Blythe and Mr. Weatherby?”

  “Yes! They have loved one another for years, and now they may marry at last. Isn’t it wonderful?” exclaimed Lucinda.

  “As wonderful as all this might be, Lucinda, I must tell you that I will not be married in such company,” stated Lord Mays unequivocally. “I have nothing against either gentlemen, nor Miss Blythe, but I won’t have my cousin Agnes flooding the church with her tears. Deuced if I have ever met such an unstable female. I have just left her filling buckets in the drawing room.”

  “What are you talking about, Wilfred?” asked Lucinda, alarmed. “What has happened with Agnes?”

  “She came into the drawing room while I was enjoying my sandwiches. I told her that I wished her well in her marriage to Lord Potherby. The next thing I knew she had thrown herself on my coat and burst into tears!” said Lord Mays. “She had such a clutch on me that I felt like a hooked fish. I was never more dismayed in my life.”