An Unlikely Father (5 page)

Unaware of Delia’s great concern for her mistress’s reputation and confident in her own ability to handle
the earl, Emily entered her own room. She eyed her trunks sitting beside the wardrobe and uttered a mild curse regarding the unknown Antoine who’d barred maids from the household. She would have to unpack her clothes herself.

A variety of colorful India muslins greeted her as she opened the lid. The gowns weren’t the height of fashion, dating to last year, before her uncle died, but they would have to do until she reached London. She wanted to look her best when she went down to breakfast in the morning, and one could not do that in a badly crushed gown.

Choosing a blue-and-white checked gown with a matching indigo-blue velvet spenser trimmed with white lace on the long sleeves and round the neck, she hung it over a straight-backed chair, which she positioned in front of the fire. Then she donned her nightrail and climbed into bed, all the while planning what she would say to the gentleman at breakfast.

As she was about to drift into sleep, the face of Lord Hawksworth flashed in her mind. Delia was correct; he was very handsome. But Emily vowed not to allow that to affect her in any way. The children were what was important. With that thought, she drifted to sleep.

A spring thaw finally came to Somersetshire the following morning, as the sun rose to melt the snow and ice. Lord Hawksworth rose early, deciding to go immediately to Bath to hire a nurse and governess for his wards. The warming weather would allow him to travel in his phaeton, but he knew the roads would quickly thaw to muddy bogs if he lingered too long at his business.

During a hasty breakfast, the earl informed his butler, still suffering the effects of a cold but determined to fulfill his duties, of the additions to his household. Bedows expressed his sympathies, then informed his lordship of the agency where he would most likely be able to quickly employ a respectable servant and governess.

Oliver requested that the butler inform the gentlemen that the visit to the mill in Marksbury would go on as planned. The earl had every intention of being back at Hawk’s Lair before noon. About to don his driving gloves, he remembered the ladies and children.

“Bedows, inform Miss Collins that my niece and nephews are not to be allowed out of the nursery today. I do not wish my guests disturbed.”

The butler’s grey brows jerked upward but a moment, then settled back to their proper position. “Begging your pardon, my lord, but are you certain that is what you wish me to say? I don’t know this lady, but nothing makes one more contrary than to be ordered not to do something. May I suggest that it might be better to
request
that the ladies not take the children outside, due to the danger of the melting snow and ice? I could suggest that they might like to inspect the trunks of toys and books in the attic.”

Oliver stared at the old man a moment. He’d never known the butler to question an order before. But then, Martin might have informed the fellow about Miss Collins’s unconventional conduct the night before. Bedows was correct. The lady wouldn’t likely remain in the nursery all day, especially if Oliver ordered it. “Very well, Bedows. Do what will best contain the ladies and my wards to the upper floors.”

With that, the earl departed, confident that his able butler would make certain that his guests were not disturbed. But he had not reckoned with Miss Collins’s determination.

Some two hours after his lordship had set out for Bath, the other guests began to trickle down to the breakfast parlor. Mr. Abbot and Bones were full of questions about the mysterious females and children when Sir Ethan arrived to break his fast. But the baronet had never suffered from a loose tongue, and so he informed the curious gentlemen that his lordship would tell them as much or as little of his personal affairs as he wished.

Sir Ethan guided the gentlemen to the safer discussion of the opponents in the afternoon’s coming mill. Wagers were being placed on the opposing bruisers when the door to the breakfast room opened and Miss Emily Collins stepped in, pausing for effect.

The gentlemen rose, staring at the vision before them. Gone was the drab mouse in the gray traveling gown. In her place stood a lovely young woman. The severe bun had been replaced with a knot of soft brown curls through which a blue ribbon was entwined. The lady wore an elegant morning gown which complemented her figure and made Bones lift his quizzing glass the better to admire her.

“Good morning, gentlemen.”

The baronet came round the table. “Miss Collins, you are looking bonny this fine mo
rn
.” Taking her hand, he led her to the table where the others waited, curiosity glinting in their faces. The Scotsman quickly made the introductions, with no explanation as to who or what the lady was to his lordship. The two gentlemen were full of grandiose compliments, which only made the lady laugh.

“Pray, be seated, gentlemen. Your meals grow cold and I do not intend to dine, but came to speak with Lord Hawksworth on an urgent matter.”

Mr. Abbot and Mr. Bonham returned to their breakfast but with less interest than usual. Sir Ethan remained at the lady’s side. “I fear you will not find his lordship here, Miss Collins. Bedows tells me he went to Bath this morning, but is expected to return soon. Is there anything I can do to aid you?”

Emily bit her lip pensively. Her plan had involved the earl, but with his lordship gone, she realized it might prove easier to accomplish without him. She glanced at the gentlemen who stared at her with avid interest. Taking a breath, she launched into her speech. “I fear one of the children appears to be coming down with the measles.”

Malcolm Abbot’s fork clattered to his plate. His round face grew red and he babbled, “Measles! I have never had the malady. I cannot like this turn of events. What does Hawksworth mean by bringing a collection of disease-ridden brats into his home?”

The others stared at the frantic gentleman, but they had no notion he had suffered from a morbid fear of illness much of his life, having lost two younger brothers to an inflammation of the lungs and fever years earlier. Abruptly, he rose and without speaking to anyone in particular, announced, “I have just remembered an important engagement in Town. Sir Ethan, you must give Hawksworth my regrets, but I must depart immediately.”

Mr. Bonham rose with less urgency, but there was a hint of uncertainty in his gaunt features. “ ’Tis but a childhood complaint, but ain’t something I would relish coming down with. Give my compliments to the earl and say I’ve gone with Abbot.”

With that, the gentlemen exited the breakfast parlor without finishing their meals, making a wide arc around the bearer of the ill tidings as if she were a carrier of the affliction herself. Emily was so delighted with the success of her plan that she quite forgot herself and a smile tipped her lips as the door closed.

Sir Ethan, gazing at the lady as he mentally lamented the illness of the wee bairn, was stuck with the notion that Miss Collins seemed a bit cheery for one who was about to nurse a sick child. When the lady became aware of his scrutiny, her expression sobered.

“Sir, do not let me detain you. I shall fully understand if you wish to flee the children’s sickness.”

All at once the baronet understood that secret smile. Miss Collins had come to rid the house of his lordship’s guests. Not that he could blame her. If he had any offspring, he was certain he wouldn’t want a pair of loose fish like Abbot and Bonham hanging about. Clearly she wanted him gone as well, but Sir Ethan knew he couldn’t miss seeing Oliver’s face when he learned that the lady had cleared the house during his lordship’s absence. The Scotsman couldn’t resist grinning at her as he announced, “Well, I dislike disappointing such a bonny lass, but I had the measles years ago in Scotland.”

Emily was only mildly dissatisfied that her ruse had not removed all of his lordship’s guests. Sir Ethan’s behavior had been all that was proper last night, and he perhaps might give Lord Hawksworth good advice about being a responsible guardian, as he appeared some years more mature than the earl. “Oh, I am pleased to hear you are not in any danger of falling ill. But you must excuse me, sir. I cannot leave dear Delia to manage all three of the children alone.”

Sir Ethan watched the door close behind Miss Collins. With a chuckle, he sat down to finish his breakfast and await the return of his friend.

“So the pretty blond lass is Delia.” His thoughts shifted from the earl and his lovely tormentor to the lady he’d spoken with the night before. She was not like her friend, with her gentle reserved ways. Nor was she like the bored, sophisticated females that crowded the
ton.
She was like a warm breeze come to thaw his frozen heart.

The baronet gave a shout of laughter at his sudden poetic turn. Tossing his napkin to the table, he rose and decided to walk to the village to take care of a small matter before the earl returned.

Lord Hawksworth entered the castle some thirty minutes after the coach carrying Mr. Abbot and Mr. Bonham had departed for Town. Unaware of the defection of most of his guests, Oliver went straight to his library to summon Bedows.

He informed the butler that a Mrs. Milly Waters would be arriving that evening and she was to take over the duties of nurse to the children. He hadn’t been so fortunate in his search for a governess. He’d been disappointed to learn that the agency would have to advertise for a governess who taught Latin, not having one at present.

He hoped that the newly hired nurse would be sufficient for the troublesome Miss Collins. If he were lucky, she and her female companion might be on their way in the morning, leaving him and his friends to their planned amusements. But in truth, he knew that he and James owed the ladies a great debt for returning the children to England, and manners demanded that they be allowed to remain as long as they wished to recover from the arduous journey.

When Bedows turned to leave, Oliver halted him. “Where are the gentlemen?”

The butler cleared his throat. “My lord, Mr. Abbot and Mr. Bonham—” Just then a knock sounded on the library door, and it opened to reveal Sir Ethan.

“So you are back, Hawksworth. Was your mission a success?”

Oliver dismissed Bedows, but was puzzled by the look of what appeared to be relief on the old man’s face. Perhaps the man was still out of curl with his cold.

As the baronet strolled in, the earl’s attention was diverted by the sight of a package in his friend’s hand, but Hawksworth asked no prying questions. Instead he directed the gentleman to the fireplace, where he joined him. “Not entirely. I was able to engage a nurse, but I fear Miss Collins’s requirements for a governess were such that I shall have to wait to find a lady with the knowledge to teach Latin.”

Sir Ethan laid the small bound bundle on the table. “Never hired a governess myself, but one would want the best for one’s heir. Do you think there
is
a female that reads Latin?”

The earl gave a slight shrug as he stretched his long legs out towards the fire, crossing them at the ankle. “I cannot say, but we shall soon find out. ’Tis unfortunate that the local living is currently vacant so I cannot enlist the vicar to instruct the boy. Where are Abbot and Bones? We must leave soon if we are to reach Marksbury and find a good vantage point to view the mill.”

A grin tipped Sir Ethan’s mouth. “So, Bedows didn’t tell you the news.”

With a sinking feeling, Oliver shook his head. He didn’t know why, but he was certain that whatever this news was, Miss Collins was going to be involved. She’d scarcely been in his life for twelve hours and already things were in a turmoil. “What has transpired?”

“It seems one of the children has come down with the measles—or so our lovely lady newly arrived from the Indies announced at breakfast.”

Oliver watched his friend grin and waggle his auburn brows. “You seem doubtful.”

The baronet nodded. “Aye, there was a look about the lass this morning that wasn’t quite right. Almost gleeful as the gentlemen announced their departure. Seemed anxious for me to join them in their mad dash back to London.”

Oliver shifted his gaze to the flames. Was one of his young wards truly sick, or was Miss Collins playing some deep game? After all, he knew nothing about this female, nor had his brother for that matter. The solicitor’s letter informed him that the lady had been chosen merely because she was the first Englishwoman leaving Calcutta. Was she an adventuress planning to use his young relatives to prolong her stay at the castle?

The image of the lady’s face came to him, and he remembered her cutting remarks and glittering, angry eyes. If she were planning something of that nature she would have been far more accommodating instead of raging at him so strongly. Still, she seemed to be insinuating herself into his wards’ affairs. He didn’t know what she was up to, but he would find out.

He went to the bell rope, about to summon the vexatious lady to the library, then decided he would go to her. Perhaps catch her out in whatever little plot she had schemed.

“I think I shall pay a visit to the nursery and see which, if any, of the children are ill.”

Sir Ethan rose, picking up his package. “Before you go, I have something which might help you.”

Oliver took the small bundle wrapped in brown paper. He looked at his friend, who nodded his head to indicate that he should open the gift. He untied the string and the paper fell away.