Authors: Bertrice Small
Deceived (10 page)
Aurora laughed. “You are indeed in your element, Cally, but what of your duty to Valerian? You must give him an heir or two before you utterly exhaust yourself with all this frivolity.”
“If I have a baby I shall ruin my figure,” Cally said. “Lady Standish told me that her waist size increased by an inch with each child she gave her husband. When she was my age her waist was eighteen inches. Now it is twenty-four!”
“A man expects his wife to give him children,” Aurora patiently continued. “Have them and be done with it. Valerian seems to me to be a good man, and I do like his grandmother. You are fortunate in your new family, Cally.”
“I do not like the dowager. She hates me, Aurora! And she disapproves of me, but I do not care about that,” Cally said.
“She will approve of you completely when you have given her grandson an heir, Cally,” Aurora replied. “The Hawkesworths are an old and noble family. There is no reason for them to die out. You must cease being selfish, little sister, and do your duty.”
“There is a ball at the Duchess of Devonshire's tonight,” Cally said. “We have all been invited. Trahern will be looking for you. He is quite splendid, isn't he?”
“I find him a bit repellent,” Aurora said. Then, “You will consider what I have said to you, Cally, won't you? Mama would not be very pleased with your behavior, you know. I do not know what I shall write to her. She cannot be fooled for long even if we are an ocean apart. After one inane correspondence on the many sights in London, I shall have no excuse but to tell her about this change in your sweetness of temperament. Now, I have warned you.”
“Oh, do not be mean to me!” Cally cried, and she attempted to squeeze a few tears from her eyes.
“You never could do that correctly.” Aurora chuckled. “I am not in the least sympathetic to you. You have been awful, and now you must cease being so dreadful, Cally.”
“You are going to be no fun, I just know it,” Cally grumbled. “I don't know why you bothered to come to England at all.”
“I suspect it is a good thing that I did,” Cally told her. “Remember, had it not been for me, you should not be a duchess.”
“That is a terrible thing to say, Aurora!”
“But it is the truth.”
“You are sorry now, aren't you?” Cally sneered. “You are sorry you did not marry him as Papa planned. Well, you had your chance. I am the Duchess of Farminster, and I intend remaining the duchess!”
“When,” Aurora demanded, “when did I ever ask for the return of a gift, Cally? This marriage was my gift to you. I do not want it back. I never wanted it, but you have a duty to Valerian Hawkesworth, and you must fulfill that duty. Only then can you indulge your own desires and behave like a spoiled child!” She arose. “I do not want to go to your damned ball!” Then she stormed from the room.
“You had best mend your fences with her,” Sally said. “She has the power to unseat you, your grace.”
“You forget yourself,” Cally said coldly, handing the tea saucer to her maid. Then she sat back against her pillows, her eyes calculating, her demeanor thoughtful. Finally she said, “The new ball gown. The turquoise one with the gold lace. Bring it to my sister with my apologies, and say I should like to see her in it tonight.”
“Your grace,” Sally replied, “that gown is far too sophisticated for a virgin who is husband hunting.”
“You are right,” Cally said. “What do I have that is suitable?”
“There is the silk gown in Appleblossom's Love, your grace. It has little silk flowers about the neckline, and lovely lace.”
Cally nodded. “Take it to her. It is far too sweet for me. I don't know why I ever bought it in the first place.”
Sally fetched the gown in question and brought it to Aurora's bedroom. When Martha opened the door, she said, “Her grace thought that Miss Aurora would look lovely in this, and hopes she will wear it tonight to the Duchess of Devonshire's ball. Have your mistress ready to leave at ten o'clock.”
“Ten o'clock!” Martha exclaimed. “Respectable people are abed at that time of night, Sally.”
“In London, in polite society, folks in the upper crust have balls at ten o'clock of an evening. You'll get used to waiting up till three or four o'clock in the morning. I did.” Martha took the garment, shaking her head in wonderment as Sally hurried off down the hall. “Dancing almost to dawn. It can't be right!” Martha muttered after the retreating figure.
“I told Cally I'm not going to any ball,” Aurora told her servant. “Oh, Martha, Cally has become so selfish!”
“Always was selfish,” Martha answered. “There just wasn't so much temptation back on St. Timothy. Now, don't you fret yourself, miss. This dress is the prettiest I've ever seen, and by the look of it, not worn even once! You're going to look lovely in it, and no nonsense about not going. Of course you're going. Your mama would be mighty upset if you didn't take advantage of every opportunity offered you while you are in England.” She hung the ball gown in the dressing room.
“Are you glad to be back in England, Martha?” Aurora asked her.
“I don't rightly know yet, miss. I was twenty-five when my parents died and I left. I'm over forty now. The best part of my life has been being in service to your family, miss. I'm happiest, I suppose, wherever you are.”
Aurora hugged the older woman. “Oh, Martha, I do love you!”
The servant flushed, pleased. “Now, don't go getting all mushy on me, Miss Aurora,” she half scolded.
The clock on the mantel struck one.
“Oh, I must join the others in the dining room. The dowager told me last evening that luncheon is at one o'clock! Is my hair neat?”
“As a pin,” Martha replied. “Hurry along, miss!”
Aurora reached the dining room just as the others were being seated. Curtsying to the dowager, she apologized for her lateness.
“Nonsense, child, you are punctual to the minute” was the reply. “Valerian tells me that he took you for a turn around Hyde Park this morning. Did you enjoy it?”
“Very much,” Aurora said. “I was frankly relieved to find such a lovely place so near Farminster House.”
“A little bit of country in this otherwise bustling city,” Mary Rose Hawkesworth said with a smile. “That is why I insisted my husband buy a house in Grosvenor Square. If I have to come to London, I must be near the park. Of course, I have always come to London as little as possible,” she finished with a chuckle.
“Calandra tells me we are going to the Duchess of Devonshire's ball tonight,” Aurora said.
“Indeed, are we?” The dowager was surprised. “Your sister has obviously forgotten to inform me. I shall speak to her after luncheon. She is not old enough, even if she is married to my grandson, to be your chaperon. You must be accompanied by a respectable matron lest any obtain the wrong impression of your character.”
“I am relieved, ma'am,” Aurora said frankly. “Cally seems to want to foist her friend, Lord Trahern, off on me, and I do not like him. With you by my side, I believe together we can repel him.”
The dowager laughed, and then she grew serious. “You are wise not to be taken in by Trahern. He's a handsome devil, I'll give you that, but a bounder on the prowl for a wife with a good income.”
“He will not get mine,” Aurora said firmly. “I shall not leave your side, ma'am.”
“Why, girl, you must if you are to dance with some of our more eligible gentlemen,” the old lady said.
“Only with your approval,” Aurora answered her. “I will rely on your knowledge of the men involved, and your judgment of their characters.”
Mary Rose Hawkesworth nodded, and began to sip her soup. Why was the girl familiar, she asked herself for the fiftieth time since she had met Aurora yesterday evening? She had seen that face before. But where? And what a pity it wasn't this sensible miss Valerian had married instead of that bubblehead, Calandra Kimberly. Calandra. Her friendship with Lord Trahern was disturbing. The Dowager Duchess of Farminster was not so old she had not heard the gossip about Trahern. It was most unsavory. She knew Calandra was not cuckholding her grandson with the cad, for Calandra was too cold a woman, not at all to Trahern's taste. He was, of course, clever, witty, and amusing, and those traits would attract Calandra. She would want to keep in his good graces, for Trahern knew absolutely everyone, and since he had not caused any serious scandal, was welcome in all the best houses as an eligible man. Calandra was silly enough to believe that if she could make a match between Trahern and her stepsister, she would gain the devil's friendship forever.
Well, it wasn't going to happen because she would not let it happen. And it wasn't going to happen because Aurora was much too intelligent to be taken in by a man like Lord Charles Trahern. The dowager began to consider eligible young men in London now who might be suitable husbands for Aurora. None, however, came to mind. Perhaps when they were back in the country, she considered. Actually, her grandson would be a perfect husband for Aurora, and she would be a perfect wife for him. What a pity that fate had deemed it otherwise. If instead of sending Valerian off to St. Timothy a year ago she had invited Calandra and her family to England, perhaps things could have been changed. They would have seen that Calandra was unsuited to the position of duchess, and that Aurora was more than suitable.
“What are you thinking of so hard, Grandmama?” the duke said.
“Nothing of import, dear boy,” the dowager replied.
Chapter
5
5
A
urora was not certain if it had been the best or the worst month of her life. London was a very exciting, but also a very exhausting city in which to live. Valerian had managed to obtain two tickets to the British Museum, which was located in the newly purchased Montagu House, Bloomsbury. George had begged off, not really as interested as his stepsister was in antiquities, and so the duke had escorted Aurora. The museum had its beginnings when Sir Hans Sloane, a physician and collector, had suggested to Parliament that they might be interested in buying his works of art, antiquities, and natural history collections for less than half the price it had cost him to assemble them. Parliament was delighted to accept, and the Foundation Act was passed to cover the cost of that expense, and future such expenses. The Harleian Collection of Manuscripts was purchased in that same year from the Duchess of Portland. The museum had opened two years prior, and was very popular.
urora was not certain if it had been the best or the worst month of her life. London was a very exciting, but also a very exhausting city in which to live. Valerian had managed to obtain two tickets to the British Museum, which was located in the newly purchased Montagu House, Bloomsbury. George had begged off, not really as interested as his stepsister was in antiquities, and so the duke had escorted Aurora. The museum had its beginnings when Sir Hans Sloane, a physician and collector, had suggested to Parliament that they might be interested in buying his works of art, antiquities, and natural history collections for less than half the price it had cost him to assemble them. Parliament was delighted to accept, and the Foundation Act was passed to cover the cost of that expense, and future such expenses. The Harleian Collection of Manuscripts was purchased in that same year from the Duchess of Portland. The museum had opened two years prior, and was very popular.
Aurora enjoyed her visit immensely, but to her surprise, she equally enjoyed the ancient Ceremony of the Keys that took place each night at the Tower of London. To this ritual she was escorted by the duke, her stepbrother, and the dowager duchess, prior to attending a ball. Calandra had chosen not to attend, rolling her eyes at them and complaining that Aurora's interest in sightseeing was becoming increasingly boring, and her intellect had been commented upon most unfavorably by several of Calandra's friends. Aurora had just laughed and gone off to Tower Hill with her party.
Standing upon a roof, they watched as the chief yeoman warder, in his red cloak and Tudor bonnet, a lantern in his hand, marched toward the Byward Tower, the keys to the ancient fortress displayed in his gloved hand.
“An escort for the keys,” he loudly called out, and four yeomen of the guard fell into step beside him as he marched through the gates of the Byward Tower and over the causeway connecting it to the entrance gate beyond the Middle Tower. The chief yeoman warder locked the gate and then continued on to lock the gates of Byward Tower, finally approaching the Bloody Tower. There the sentry on guard came forward, challenging: “Halt! Who goes there?”
“The keys,” replied the chief yeoman warder.
“Whose keys?”
“Queen Elizabeth's keys.”
The sentry then presented arms even as the chief yeoman warder removed his cap and called out, “God preserve Queen Elizabeth!”
“Amen!” replied the yeoman accompanying him and the sentry.
“How exciting it must have been in those days,” Aurora said afterward as their coach made its way to another of the seemingly never-ending balls. She had found to her surprise that she did not really enjoy this continual round of social events Calandra so loved. She knew she had been a great disappointment to her stepsister, but she just couldn't help it.
None of the young men who had been presented to her had taken her fancy in the least. Many were young and eager, and woefully ignorant for upper-class gentlemen. There were rakes and roués and older men looking for a second or third wife. Her comfortable little income made her eligible, but the truth was, most of the men she met looked down on her because she was a colonial, and not English born. The fops, however, were the worst. They were openly rude, and behaved as if they were doing her a great service to even speak with her. Aurora did not think she liked high society. And the women were little better. The girls her age looked sideways at her because she was considered a rival. Their mamas, in whispers, reminded all who would listen that Miss Aurora was the sister of that silly and possibly not-quite-respectable Duchess of Farminster. The way that woman carried on with Lord Trahern, and right under her husband's nose too. Well, the sister might look as innocent as the new-driven snow; and she might even have a respectable income if one were to believe the rumors; but was she really all she seemed? And what respectable family would consider such a girl for one of their sons? One could not be too careful, the mamas of the girls Aurora's age commented in an effort to turn attention to their own offspring. Aurora was not so foolish that she didn't realize what was happening.
The duke had extended their London stay longer than he had originally intended. Now, however, he was ready to return home to Hereford. Calandra was furious. She did not want to go, but she found no allies even among her own brother and stepsister. They had both had enough of London, and were delighted to be leaving the city. Calandra sulked. Valerian was adamant. Cornering his wife's maid in the hallway, he said,
“Are you happy in your position, Sally?”
“Oh, yes, yer grace,” Sally replied, bobbing a curtsy.
“Do you wish to retain your place, then?”
“Yes, yer grace.” Sally shifted her feet nervously.
“In whose employ are you?” The duke towered over the servant.
“H-her grace's,” Sally half whispered. She was suddenly afraid.
“No, Sally, you are not in her grace's employ. You may serve her grace, but you are in my employ. You take my wage. You live under my roof, and you eat at my table. You even have a small clothing allowance from my generosity. Do you understand the difference between being
in service
and being
in my employ?”
in service
and being
in my employ?”
“Y-y-yes, yer grace.” She had to pee.
“Then since you are content with your lot, I may assume you wish to remain in my employ. In order to do that, Sally, you will report to me any foolishness your mistress may contemplate. Tomorrow we leave for Hawkes Hill. We will remain there until
I
decide to come up to London again. That will not be until your mistress has given me an heir or two. If your mistress should attempt to run away again, you will warn me in time to prevent her from doing so. If you do not, Sally, you will find yourself back in the same slum from whence you sprang. Do you understand me, girl?”
I
decide to come up to London again. That will not be until your mistress has given me an heir or two. If your mistress should attempt to run away again, you will warn me in time to prevent her from doing so. If you do not, Sally, you will find yourself back in the same slum from whence you sprang. Do you understand me, girl?”
“If
she
finds out I'm spying on her, she'll kill me!” Sally told the duke. “She's got a real mean temper when she's crossed.”
she
finds out I'm spying on her, she'll kill me!” Sally told the duke. “She's got a real mean temper when she's crossed.”
“You will be clever, Sally, and she will not find out,” he soothed the maid. “And as long as you obey me, girl, there will be a place for you in my household. I wield more power here than your mistress, and you are no fool. You know it to be so.”
Sally nodded, and then the duke stepped aside to allow her to pass. He had been patient with Calandra, but now he was through being patient. She took his forbearance for stupidity and weakness. Decamping from Hawkes Hill and coming up to London without his knowledge had been outrageous. She believed herself off his leash, but she was not. The lead he held her by was a long one. The time, however, had come to rein her in and bring her to heel. Once they reached home he was going to be in her bed every night. He would use her until she bloomed with his child. That was why he had married her. To get children from her. With George and Aurora as his allies they would bring Calandra around to a more reasonable frame of mind.
Aurora.
He was thinking about her far more than he should, and he knew it was wrong. But she was everything he had ever desired in a wife. She was intelligent and kind. She had wit, not to mention beauty. She knew her duty, which was certainly more than he could say for his wife. He was glad, nay, relieved, that no one had taken her fancy here in London. What fools men could be. It would be difficult when his grandmother found Aurora the right husband, and he had no doubt that she would. She already had a match in mind for George, the dowager had told her grandson. Valerian Hawkesworth sighed deeply. He needed to go home.
He was thinking about her far more than he should, and he knew it was wrong. But she was everything he had ever desired in a wife. She was intelligent and kind. She had wit, not to mention beauty. She knew her duty, which was certainly more than he could say for his wife. He was glad, nay, relieved, that no one had taken her fancy here in London. What fools men could be. It would be difficult when his grandmother found Aurora the right husband, and he had no doubt that she would. She already had a match in mind for George, the dowager had told her grandson. Valerian Hawkesworth sighed deeply. He needed to go home.
It was a journey of several days' duration from London to Hawkes Hill in Hereford. There were several coaches involved. The dowager had one in which she traveled with her personal maid. There was one for Martha, Sally, and Sally's assistant, Moll, who shared their accommodation with the duke's valet, Browne, and George's man, Wickham. Calandra and Aurora had their own vehicle in which the duke and George might ride when they were not a-horse. There were three baggage carts. There were fresh horses awaiting them at all the inns, brought from the duke's estate. A skeleton staff would remain at Farminster House. The rest of the servants had departed the day before for Hereford.
On the morning of their departure Moll came to Martha. “Sally says her ladyship is having a tantrum and carrying on something awful. Could yer mistress come, please?” She curtsied to Martha, who thought the young girl a nice child with promise.
“We'll both come,” Martha replied. “Go tell Sally.”
“I knew she would do this,” Aurora said. “She half as much said so yesterday. What are we to do, Martha? I am not certain we shouldn't write to Mama and beg her to come to England.”
“Yer mama won't come, miss. She don't like the sea, but I have an idea. You just tell her high and mightiness that if she don't behave herself, you'll tell the duke of the deception played on him. That's fraud. The duke can annul the marriage or get a divorce, I don't know which. Either way, where will Miss Cally be then?”
Aurora's eyes twinkled. “Cally would rather die than lose her title,” she said. “I would not have thought such duplicity was possible in your character, Martha.”
“I still got a few surprises up my sleeve, miss” was the reply.
They could hear Cally shrieking as they approached her bedroom. “I'm not going! I have already told you! I am not going! The king is giving a ball tonight, and I will not miss it! Everyone will be there!”
“But we, however, shall not,” Aurora said, entering her stepsister's bedchamber. “We shall be tucked up asleep in some comfortable inn on the road to Hawkes Hill before the first musician can tune his violin, Cally. Why are you not dressed? We are leaving in less than an hour. You really are quite impossible, sweeting.” She turned to Moll. “Come, girl, and help your mistress. Sally, are the trunks ready yet? Everyone else's have already gone down.”
“I am not going!
” Calandra snarled, her hazel eyes darkening. Her hand reached for an ornament to throw. She gasped as Aurora grasped her wrist strongly, thereby preventing her from further mayhem.
” Calandra snarled, her hazel eyes darkening. Her hand reached for an ornament to throw. She gasped as Aurora grasped her wrist strongly, thereby preventing her from further mayhem.
“Leave us, all of you, just for a moment,” Aurora said. “My sister and I need to speak together privately.” She released Cally's wrist.
The three servants left the room.
“Why are you on
his
side?” Cally demanded.
his
side?” Cally demanded.
“Because he is right and you are wrong,” Aurora answered her bluntly. “You were married to a duke not so you might spend the rest of your life in a round of endless pleasures, but so that you might bear him children, Cally. I may be considered headstrong, but no one has ever said I did not do my duty. Now you must do yours.”
“It was your duty to marry him, not mine, but you would not marry him,” Calandra responded, rubbing her wrist.
“Because I was headstrong.” Aurora laughed, “But you did marry him. He fulfilled his part of the bargain. Now you must fulfill yours.”
“I will not do it! And there is nothing you say, Aurora, that will make me. I am the Duchess of Farminster. You are only my stepsister. You have no power over me!” Cally said meanly.
“Ahhh, little one, but I do,” Aurora replied softly. “If you do not come quietly with us to Hereford, I will tell Valerian of how we deceived him.”
“You wouldn't dare!” Cally whispered, disbelieving.
“I will have no choice,” Aurora answered her. “If you will not do your duty as Valerian's wife, then I must tell him of the fraud we perpetrated upon him. This will allow him to either annul your marriage or divorce you with just cause, which he certainly has. You have been a disobedient wife, and you refuse to give him heirs. What good are you to him? You have, I regret to tell you, Cally, become a great embarrassment to George and me. Only the vast span of the ocean has kept me from informing Mama of your bad behavior. She would not approve of it. She would want me to act toward you as I am now doing. She would not want you to ruin us all. Do you understand me, Cally?”
“I hate you!” Calandra spat out.
“No, little sister, you don't really hate me, but you are angry that I have found a way to curb your wicked conduct. You were always a poor loser at games, Cally, and this is the biggest game of all. The most important we shall ever play.”
“No wonder the men didn't like you,” Cally said cruelly. “They said you were uppity and high-flown for such an unimportant little colonial. Too much of a bluestocking, Trahern said he heard.”
“Lord Trahern's gossip is of little import to me, Cally. I found your friends shallow, dull, and wretchedly obvious. As for the ladies, they were little better, and most of the girls my age were insipid and silly. Very much like you have become, I fear. I think I shall find a nice country gentleman far more to my taste, even if he isn't a duke. However, if you wish to retain your title, little sister, you had best let Moll dress you. The trip is a long one, the dowager informs me. We want to make it as pleasant as possible. Shall I call your servants back now?” She smiled at Calandra.
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