The Deserted Heart: Unmarriageable Series (Unmarriagable Series Book 1)

by Mary Lancaster

  The Deserted Heart

  Unmarriageable

  Book 1

  Mary Lancaster

  Copyright © 2018 by Mary Lancaster

  Kindle Edition

  Published by Dragonblade Publishing, an imprint of Kathryn Le Veque Novels, Inc

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

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  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter One

  Charlotte jumped down from the coach and peered into the swirling mist. Her brothers clambered down behind her.

  “Don’t let the dog out yet,” she warned.

  “He’s still lying across Nurse and growling from a safe distance,” Richard reported.

  “It’s as well poor Nurse is still asleep,” Charlotte commented.

  “Is this really an inn?” Richard said doubtfully. “They’re not exactly rushing to serve us, are they?”

  “I ex… pect they can’t see us,” Charlotte replied, the slight hesitation in her speech all that now remained from her painful childhood stammer. She turned, calling to the coachman, “John, this is the Hart is it not?”

  “Yes, it is,” the coachman said, lumbering down from his box. “Here, Master George. You hold the horses while I go and scare up the innkeeper.”

  John Coachman vanished into the mist, the tendrils closing over him like some opaque sea.

  “It’s like porridge,” Horatio said admiringly. He swiped at it with both hands. “Who wants a game of hide-and-seek in the porridge?”

  Charlotte reached out and seized his collar. “Not yet,” she said mildly. “Look! The mist moved and I caught a glimpse of a… building! John must know this place very well.”

  “He probably drinks here on his day off,” Richard suggested, “where no one knows him or can report him to Papa.”

  “That is… probably slander,” Charlotte said in a distracted way. “He told me he met his wife here.” She wanted to follow John, but was unwilling to leave her over-lively brothers playing in the fog close to cliffs. At least, she thought they were close to cliffs. The very silence of the place, which seemed to be due to more than simply the muffling effect of the mist, piqued her curiosity.

  “Footsteps!” Horatio exclaimed as the echoing sound drifted toward them. “Halt, who goes there?”

  “I do,” John Coachman said dryly. “But I can’t find a trace of anyone else. Looks like the whole house is empty.”

  “Drat,” Charlotte responded with a scowl. It was not safe to travel farther until the mist lifted. “Is it all locked up?”

  “No, anyone can go in—though there’s no one about but us. Looks like they’ve only popped out for a couple of hours. Just all at once, which is no way to keep a thriving inn,” he finished
with stern disapproval.

  “Then I think we should go inside and wait for them to return,” Charlotte said firmly. “Richard, wake Nurse and put Spring on the leash. John, will you need help looking after the horses?”

  “No, Miss, I know my way around. Just you follow the path and you’ll soon be at the inn door. There’s a comfortable coffee room off to the left. I’ll find you there when I’ve settled the horses.”

  Richard, being sensible, put the leash on the terrier and hauled him off Nurse’s lap before he woke her. Charlotte took the leash as Nurse woke with a mighty snort. The older boys helped her out and they walked up the barely visible path until a long, L-shaped building loomed out of the mist.

  Charlotte pushed open the door and led the way inside.

  The surrounding fog cast everything in a somewhat gloomy light, but the house appeared be clean, and the coffee room on the left looked cozy and comfortable. When everyone was inside, Charlotte dropped the leash, threw off her bonnet and old travelling cloak and knelt by the fire, which was built but not yet lit. With the tinderbox and spills from the hearth, she set about kindling it, while the boys encouraged Spring to run madly round the room, bouncing from lap to lap like a fluffy ball.

  Nurse squawked in protest. “Make him stop, this instant!” she demanded.

  The boys, clearly, were having too much fun to notice her. But Nurse was old and journeys were difficult enough for her now.

  “Boys,” Charlotte said quietly.

  With ill-grace, Richard caught the dog on his next bounce and hugged him close until he calmed down to mere demented face-licking.

  George slouched over to Charlotte with some discontent. “Why did you bring her? She spoils all the fun and it’s not as if we need a nurse anymore!”

  “No, but Mama was keen that I accompany you and she wouldn’t let me come without a female of some kind.” She didn’t have to say that no one else could be spared from a household already sparse of servants.

  George grunted. “What poppycock when we’re all your brothers. And Richard is fifteen. He’s almost grown-up.”

  “Be kind to Nurse. She misses you all when you’re away at school.”

  George gave a slightly sheepish grin. “Sorry. I was just pleased to see Spring, too.” His grin broadened. “And you, of course, Charlie.”

  “Of course. I just don’t generally bounce around the room and make you laugh all the time.”

  “He doesn’t do it all the time,” George pointed out. “He’s just excited.”

  Since Spring had escaped Richard’s clutches and was now sniffing busily around the room, things quieted down.

  “So, is he at Audley Park yet?” Richard asked suddenly.

  “Who?” Charlotte asked absently.

  “This great duke who wants to marry Tommie for some reason.”

  Charlotte, satisfied with the fire’s progress, rose to her feet and dusted off her skirts. “You do know your eldest sister is an accredited beauty?” she said dryly. “She is well-born, well-mannered, and fashionable to boot. Why wouldn’t even a duke want to marry her?”

  “Because she’s as poor as a church mouse,” Horatio contributed. “Are you hungry, Charlie? I’m starving.”

  “Hopefully, the innkeeper will return soon,” Charlotte soothed. “And no, Richard, his grace has not yet arrived. He isn’t expected for a few days, but Mama has turned the whole house upside down to clean it and make it shine as best it can.”

  “Don’t see the point,” George said. “It’s not as if they’re going to live with us.”

  “No, and I believe his grace is well aware of our financial difficulties. I suppose he doesn’t care, being so wealthy himself.”

  “And is Tommie happy about this?” Richard asked with a trace of anxiety.

  Charlotte cast him a wry look. “About being a duchess?”

  Richard laughed, for Thomasina had always said she would be a grand duchess one day. “Well, obviously she’d like that! But it would be better if she actually liked him.”

  “I believe she does,” Charlotte assured him, although this was a matter that occasionally troubled her, too. In truth, Thomasina barely knew the Duke of Alvan, having met him only a handful of times. “She is very excited about the whole thing. So is everyone, since it will solve most of our current difficulties. And Henrie is positively desperate for her chance to solve the rest.”

  Henrietta, Charlotte’s younger sister, was looking forward to her London debut in the coming Season. It was hoped she would make as good a match as Thomasina.

  John Coachman came in shortly afterward, looking very disapproving. “No other horses in the stable,” he told them, “but plenty of hay, so ours are quite happy. It’ll be dark in an hour, too, so unless the mist lifts quickly, we’re going to be stuck here.”

  “No sign of the innkeeper?” Charlotte said hopefully. “Or his wife?”

  “There’s no one but us in the entire building.”

  “Wretches,” Horatio said with feeling. “I’m so hungry I’d eat Spring… if he wasn’t so small.”

  Spring wagged his tail hopefully as Charlotte stood up. “Come on, let’s see what we can scavenge from the kitchen.”

  The kitchen, too, gave a definite impression of sudden departure. A covered beef stew sat by the stove, just waiting to be warmed up, and fresh bread, butter, cheese, and apples were discovered in the larder.

  “We’ll just have that,” Charlotte said decisively, reaching for an apron hanging behind the door. “The fire is still glowing, so it shouldn’t take us long. Boys, find us plates and cutlery and take it up to the coffee room.”

  She had just taken the warmed stew off the stove when George shouted with great excitement, “Someone’s coming!”

  Charlotte, unwilling to be caught in another woman’s kitchen uninvited, whatever the difference in their status, wiped her hands on her apron and left the kitchen to explain her invasion.

  “Is it all of them, do you think?” she asked John, who was peering out of the front door, George and Horatio at either shoulder.

  “None of ’em,” John said flatly. “If you mean the inn staff. It’s another guest.”

  He stood back and a very superior looking man walked in carrying a valise. Of middle years and immaculately dressed, he was immediately recognizable as a gentleman’s gentleman.

  “A bedchamber for my master,” this worthy flung at John. “He will also require a private parlor and dinner. Be so good as to see to the horses.”

  John scratched his head. “Well, I’ll help with your horses but—”

  Another man strode in behind the valet. Undoubtedly the master, he was younger, taller and much better looking. At least, he would have been without the haughty curl to his thin lips and the deep scowl on his dark brow. His face was lean, the cheekbones high and well defined, his nose thin, straight and aristocratic. But it was his cold, grey eyes that most captured Charlotte’s attention. Wintry and somehow disinterested, they seemed to belong to a man who cared nothing for anything or anyone. His grey overcoat was well cut and expensive looking and within it, he moved with superb grace and confidence.

  In all, he was not the kind of man she would have chosen to share a deserted inn with. Or a fully staffed one.

  “Give your ostlers a kick,” he advised John, his voice dry and deep. It was impossible to tell if the advice was humorous or if he expected it to be carried out. “I expect the weather muffled our arrival but the animals are tired and my coachman needs assistance.” His impatient gaze flicked from John to the bewildered boys to Charlotte. His gaze lightened somewhat, as if he recognized the promise of dinner on her stained apron.

  “I have not booked ahead, but the mist obliges us to stay the night,” he said impatiently. “I take it you have room?”

  “Oh, there’s room,” Charlotte said fervently.

  At that, Horatio grinned, dashed across the hall, and flung open a door next to the coffee room. Obviously, he’d been exploring. “Here
’s a parlor, sir!”

  “I’ll help John with the horses,” George said cheerfully and went off. The valet dropped the valise and hurried after him, presumably to make sure his master’s possessions were treated with respect.

  The master strode past Horatio into the parlor with a curt nod.

  “I’ll dine here, if you please,” he threw over his shoulder at Charlotte.

  Laughter caught in her throat as she glanced down at her apron. She probably still had the sooty smudge on her nose, too. Oh well, she couldn’t let the man go hungry. Or inflict her family upon him without warning. No one was at their best without dinner.

  She went back to the kitchen and started gathering a meal together on a tray. She found a jug of ale, although she supposed he would prefer wine. She would look for that later. She ladled out a generous helping of stew, a few slices of bread and butter. Then she hefted the tray and carried it out into the hall.

  Richard stood at the coffee room door, frowning. Raising his eyebrows, he jerked his head toward the parlor.

  “Knock and open it for me,” Charlotte commanded.

  Richard’s frown returned, but he obeyed, throwing the door wide for her to sail in.

  Either Horatio or the gentleman himself had lit candles, which illuminated a pleasant enough parlor and the figure who sat in the winged armchair, a sheaf of papers in his hands. His coat was unbuttoned, his cravat hanging loose about his throat. The sight surprised her for some reason. Perhaps because beneath the perfect clothes, there was a hint of muscle in the strong column of his throat, causing her to wonder if he was more than the stuffed shirt he appeared.

  He glanced up at Charlotte’s entry but said nothing.

  “Here you are, sir,” she said cheerfully, depositing the tray on the nearby table with some relief. “It doesn’t look much but it tastes good. Do you mind ale?”

  A frown tugged at his brow. “No, I don’t mind ale.”

  She smiled at him. “Excellent, then I’ll leave you to your dinn—” She broke off, catching sight of the unlit fire in the grate. “Goodness, no wonder it’s cold in here.”

  With rapid efficiency, she dropped down by the hearth and, ignoring his scrutiny, set about bringing the fire to life. “There,” she said with satisfaction and jumped to her feet. “That should be more comfortable.”