An Undomesticated Wife (6 page)

“Good morning, Regina,” answered the dowager duchess when no one else said anything. Her hands flew out as she spoke, and the footman behind her hastily stepped back. “Do come in and join us.”

Lord Daniston rose and came toward her. She knit her fingers together, as she was torn between fearing that he would kiss her and hoping that he would. When his lips brushed her cheek as he bid her a good morning, she forced a smile. He was making it clear that he intended to continue in this farce of a wedding. She must pretend to be pleased as well.

The duke held up his cheek. When she hesitated, Lord Daniston's hand in the center of her back gave her a not-so-gentle shove in his father's direction. Compliantly, she kissed the duke's rubbery cheek.

“What a charming child you are,” the duke said as he stood and pulled out the chair for her between him and his son. “You look well-rested. I trust you enjoyed a good night's sleep.”

“I was very tired after my journey,” she answered, not wanting to lie. She stifled a yawn as the enticing idea of sleep embraced her. She was sure that, if she stretched out on her bed now, she would find sleep as impossible to attain as it had been during the past night.

“You shall need to be well-rested with all the work ahead of us,” the dowager duchess said as her grandson sat. “I think we all are more comfortable now with the idea of what lies ahead of us.”

Regina glanced at her husband. His smile had not wavered, but neither had the emotion in his eyes. Not for the first time, she wondered what had been said among the Whytes last night while she had been in her room. She had heard no raised voices, but that meant nothing. The thick walls of this townhouse would shield much.

Food was brought for her, more food than she could possibly eat. Each serving lad was urged by the dowager duchess to add another spoonful to Lady Daniston's plate. Staring in dismay at the pile stacked in front of her, Regina was surprised when Lord Daniston put his hand over hers in her lap.

When she looked at him, he whispered beneath his grandmother's conversation with the footman, “Humoring Grandmother is the first thing you must learn. She has her own ways, and no one gainsays her.”

“Not even you?”

“Only on a few occasions.” His eyes twinkled with what she guessed was the memory of past mischief.

The dowager duchess's voice kept Regina from replying. “This very morning, I shall arrange for the banns to be read in the church.”

“Is that necessary?” the duke asked, surprising Regina, for she had thought he was interested only in the eggs on the plate before him. “They are legally married, Mother.”

“What is the purpose of doing something unless it is done right?” She stabbed a slab of butter and spread it across a biscuit. “There shall be no question of the legality of this marriage when I am through with it. Now, as I was saying, I shall speak with Reverend Cavanaugh about posting the banns and having them read this very Sabbath.” Her smile became a frown when her grandson reached for his newspaper again. “Marcus, do wait to read the news. There are so many things we need to discuss.”

“I leave all the facets of this wedding in your capable hands, Grandmother.” He flashed her a smile. “It is apparent to me that you have the plans well underway.”

Wagging her finger at him, she chided, “Do not try to fill me with that sap, young man. I shall not have Regina shoulder the burden of everything so you can flit off to enjoy yourself with—”

Regina froze as the old woman clamped her lips closed and the duke sucked in a deep breath. Looking from His Grace's suddenly gray face to the dowager duchess's frown to Lord Daniston who was opening his newspaper, she instantly knew what had happened. The elderly woman had been about to say something that should be left unsaid.

Flit off to enjoy yourself with …?
With whom? The only answer was obvious. Her husband must be keeping a high flyer somewhere in Town.

Quickly she lowered her eyes. She should not be surprised. That her father had been loyal to the memory of his late wife for nearly two decades was not customary among the
ton
. Had this been what Papa had meant when he warned her to be careful of her heart in this marriage?

“I shall do my part to make this wedding ceremony what you wish,” Lord Daniston said coolly, “but, Grandmother, even you, with your love of pomp and ceremony, must own that there is little for the groom to do save to arrive on time for the wedding.”

“It is your duty, Marcus, to introduce Regina to
Le Beau Monde
. You must host a soirée with her immediately.”

Regina could not keep from glancing at him. His hands clenched on the table, but as she watched his fingers slowly relaxed.

“That seems like an excellent idea, Grandmother.” His smile returned when he took Regina's hand and held it on the table. “I know Regina will be anxious to help in any way she can.”

“Idle hands are troublesome,” announced the dowager duchess as she reached for another biscuit. A footman, who never was far from her, lifted the basket from the table and held it out to her. Selecting one that was pocked with strawberries, she lathered it with butter.

“I agree,” Regina answered.

The dowager duchess rewarded Regina with a broad smile. “I thought you would, my dear. Marcus, I trust you are grateful that your father found you this singular jewel of a wife.”

Regina looked down at her untouched food as she heard Marcus say, “Of course, Grandmother. I suspect Regina is quite unique.”

“Unique is in the eye of the beholder,” Regina returned, unable to remain silent at his veiled insult.

The duke slapped the table and chuckled. “Well said, young lady. Marcus, you should be forewarned. A wife with a wit will keep you on your toes.”

“Upon his toes is not where a man wants to be when he thinks of his wife.”

“Marcus!” The dowager duchess's mobile face fell into a frown. “You are behaving in a positively beastly manner today. Make your apologies to Regina this instant!”

He folded her hand between his broader ones and said, “If I have caused any upset to your delicacy of mind, madam, indulge me by accepting my apology.”

“I accept your demure hits for what they are,” she retorted.

When the dowager duchess laughed, Lord Daniston's fingers closed more tightly over Regina's hand. Again she recalled his warning about his fierce temper. She was certain now that he had been cautioning her, but she refused to be daunted by a husband who was in a bad skin.

The duke began to read aloud from one of the columns in the
Morning Chronicle
. When she realized it dealt with an issue before the House of Commons, Regina leaned forward and listened intently. She disregarded the dowager duchess's low urging to eat as she listened to an account of the debate on recent riots in Norfolk.

“Son, mat is hardly the proper topic for the breakfast table,” chided the dowager duchess. “You shall upset Regina.”

The duke lowered the paper. “She looks very interested to me.”

“She has not eaten a bite.”

“Can you eat and listen at the same time, my dear?” the duke asked with a hopeful smile.

“Son,” said his mother before Regina could answer, “you shall certainly upset my delicate digestion if you continue with this.”

He folded the newspaper and set it by his plate. “Then I shall refrain from reading the news to you, Mother. If you wish to finish the article later, Regina, you must feel free.”

“Thank you.” Regina drew her hand from beneath Lord Daniston's and selected a fork to begin her breakfast. Although she was not hungry, she should make an effort to scale this mountain of food.

The dowager duchess kept everyone's ears busy as she shared the society news from her newspaper. Trying to take note of the names, Regina hoped it would be simpler to keep the lords and ladies connected with their names when she met them. She smiled. Papa had taught her a few tricks about how to remember names, but she knew she would be wise to keep that to herself. Some of the associations she might use could be less than flattering, although they would help her when she met a square full of strangers.

When Lord Daniston stood a half-hour later, Regina realized that no one else save the dowager duchess had spoken during that time. She was startled, too, to discover that much of the food on her plate had vanished. Mayhap she had been hungrier than she had guessed.

She excused herself as Lord Daniston walked out of the room. If she had a chance to speak with him alone, she might discover some of what had been discussed last night. She could not ask those questions within earshot of his father and grandmother.

“My lord?” she called.

He paused in the middle of the corridor by a narrow table. Sunlight and shadow played across his face, emphasizing its sharp planes. No smile lessened its severity, but, she was relieved to see, he was not scowling either.

“Yes?”

“I thought we might have a moment to talk.”

“About what?”

“About what happened last night.”

He laughed. “As you should recall, nothing happened last night.”

She closed the distance between them, refusing to let his caustic humor end this conversation. “My lord, I ask only that you share with me what was discussed after you left my room.”

“Only that the door must remain locked.”

“Door? Which door?”

He took her hand and drew it within his arm while he strolled along the corridor. Reaching the stairs, he paused. “With your curiosity, I would have guessed that you have peered into every nook of your rooms by now. Surely you noticed the locked door.”

“Yes, but …” Her eyes widened as a heated flush poured over her.

His fingers brushed her face before teasing a strand of hair that refused to stay in place. “A connection between your rooms and mine, placed there for the convenience of the wedded heir to the Duke of Attleby. Not so different from a harem in Algiers, I suspect.”

Regina jerked her hand back from his arm. “If you expect me to be no different from the poor women imprisoned behind the seraglio walls, I must acquaint you with your misapprehensions.”

“I can assure you,” he said with the same cool smile, “that I have no interest in having more than a single wife.”

“Nor do I have any interest in living solely for the pleasure of my lord and master.”

“That is a shame.” His eyes glowed with dark sparks as he ran a finger along her cheek again. “I suspect we could find much pleasure together.” Taking her hand, he brought it to his mouth.

She feared her knees would betray her as he touched the tips of her fingers with his tongue. Within her, a heated river flowed through her, setting every inch of her on fire. She took a half-step toward him, then, seeing the satisfaction in his smile, pulled away.

You are being an air-dreamer
, she reprimanded herself. Lord Daniston would be glad to let her do her duty as his wife, but he might be thinking at the same time of his mistress.

“Have a good day, madam,” he said as he put his hand on the banister leading down to the foyer.

Regina gasped, “You are leaving?” She had not thought he would end this so abruptly. Then she wondered if this was just another way of keeping her so off balance that she did not ask again about what had been said between him and the duke last night.

“Do I hear a hint of devotion in that question?”

As she had before, she ignored his sarcasm. “I had thought we might take a drive to see some of the city. It has been so many years since I was last here.”

“Madam, you shall find you have little time for taking the air in the three weeks before this wedding. Grandmother shall keep you busy with fittings and plans and all the other things a proper wife should do.”

“A proper wife?” She laughed and shook her head. “I warn you that I shall unlikely ever be what you deem a proper wife.”

“If you were to try—”

“For what purpose? I have no more wish for this marriage than you, my lord. Less, if you wish me to be square with you, for an heir is of no importance to me.” When his scowl rutted his forehead, she resisted the temptation to brush his dark hair back from his eyes, for it was as stubborn as the rest of him. Instead she went on, “I shall be your wife, my lord, and I shall bear your children, but I shall not surrender my very being to your expectations.” Raising her hand, she counted on her fingers as she said, “I shall speak of politics and read of them in the newspaper. I shall speak of the opinions of those I have encountered. I shall count among my friends people who are not of the
ton
. I shall—”

“Enough! I have heard enough of your peculiar ideas for today.” He strode down the stairs, throwing back over his shoulder, “Good day, madam.”

Regina swallowed the sudden flood of tears clogging her throat. She should be happy to see him leave, but she could not put from her mind the delectable warmth of his lips against her skin.

“And, Lord Daniston,” she whispered with sparse bravado, as she heard the door to the street close, “I shall try never to let my heart be hurt by you and your mistress, whoever she may be.”

Five

“You must have misunderstood her.”

Marcus halted his pacing long enough to shoot a glower at his mistress. Jocelyn was the last person he had thought would defend his wife. That was why he had come here at such an early hour and interrupted her toilette. Because she had not been pleased to see him before noon, she had let him wait in her parlor while she finished with her hair. She looked alluring in the wrapper that was the pink of a child's cheek, but he could think of nothing save his frustration.

“I did not misunderstand her,” he snapped back. “How can one misunderstand a woman who says that not only does she have no skills as a proper wife, but she has no interest in learning them?”