The Importance of Being Wicked (Millworth Manor) (6 page)

“Kicking and screaming, no doubt.”

“If necessary.” Miranda paused. “If I do it correctly, he’ll think it was his idea.”

“Perhaps.” Clara studied the drawing. “I daresay he’ll go along with the improvements in plumbing and heating, but this . . .” She tapped the drawing with her finger. “This might be rather more difficult.”

“Admittedly, convincing him will be a challenge, but I have no doubt even an old-fashioned sort of man will ultimately see that if one does not move forward, one will surely be left behind. A grand old lady like Fairborough Hall does need to keep up with the times, and this is the perfect opportunity. I intend to help her do just that, even if it means allowing Lord Stillwell to think he has me in the palm of his hand, figuratively of course. When we are finished, Fairborough Hall will be restored to her original grandeur and prepared for the future with modern improvements including plumbing and heating and, best of all . . .” Miranda grinned. “Electricity.”

“Electricity?” Win couldn’t recall ever having stared at a woman as if she was insane before, but then he had never before met a woman one could truly call insane. Until now. “Electricity?”

“Yes, my lord, electricity,” Lady Garret said as calmly as if she were discussing something of no more significance than whether to paint the entry hall green or blue. She glanced at the drawings and plans she had laid out on the large burr walnut table in the Millworth Manor library. “You have heard of it, haven’t you?”

“Of course I have heard of it,” he said sharply. “It’s a natural phenomenon. A force of nature.”

“My apologies, of course you have. I simply meant that perhaps you were not aware of its practical applications.” She smiled pleasantly as if she hadn’t just questioned his intelligence.

“I am not uninformed about such things. Indeed, I consider myself quite up-to-date on innovation and invention and the like. But because I am amused by a parlor trick, and indeed I have seen several employing the powers of electricity, does not make me wish to run out and have it in my house.”

“How very interesting,” Gray murmured, studying the plans. Win’s parents had gathered around the table to peruse the designs Lady Garret had presented.

“One must look toward the future, Lord Stillwell,” she said primly, her resemblance to a governess apparent once again. “One cannot be mired in the past. One must either move forward or . . .” Again she smiled that pleasant smile, as if she were smiling at one who understood neither the topic nor the language. “Step aside.”

“I have no intention of stepping aside,” he snapped.

Someone—either his father or his cousin—snorted with amusement.

“I didn’t mean it the way it sounded.” Win shot a scathing look at his relations. “Indeed, I consider myself extremely progressive.”

“My mistake, my lord.” Lady’s Garret’s eyes widened innocently. “And I do apologize once again. But surely you can see how I might think you were not especially concerned with modern amenities as you wanted the house rebuilt exactly as it was originally, some three hundred years ago. I simply assumed you were happy with the building and all that goes along with it.”

“I am happy,” he said in a firm tone. “I am exceptionally fond of this house and I want it put back the way it was. I don’t think that is too much to ask.”

“Not at all and we shall do our best although that may be something of a challenge.” She shrugged. “It is not easy to replicate antiquated plumbing and insufficient heating.”

“Oh dear,” Mother murmured.

“Blasted plumbing,” his father muttered. “Never does work right.”

“I don’t want antiquated plumbing and insufficient heat! My God, I am not an idiot.” Although he certainly felt like one at the moment. It was entirely her fault. She made him feel this way and he didn’t like it one bit. “Certainly, the mechanical systems of the house should be modernized.”

“Excellent.” She beamed at him. “Electricity it is then.”

He stared at her in disbelief. “I didn’t say that.”

“It does seem to me that this is an opportunity we should consider carefully,” his father said. “One can embrace tradition without being trapped by the past.”

Win’s gaze snapped to his father. “You are the most traditional man I have ever known.”

“Indeed, I do value tradition and Fairborough Hall embodies the heritage of this family. I don’t see that improvements and bringing it up-to-date would be detrimental to that tradition. We do have to live here, after all, as do generations to come. However . . .” His father met his gaze directly. “I am leaving this in your hands. You are the next caretaker of Fairborough and it should be your decision.”

“Lord Salisbury has installed electricity at Hatfield House,” his mother said helpfully.

“Lord Salisbury is an idiot!”

“And yet he is prime minister,” Gray said in a casual manner.

“I believe you have made my point.” Win snorted. “I hear he has trained his family—even his children—to throw cushions at the sparks his electricity creates to stifle potential fires. If I recall correctly, I heard as well about an unfortunate incident regarding the electrocution of his gardener.”

“Oh, I should hate to lose the gardener.” His mother’s brow furrowed. “He has such an excellent way with the roses.”

“I do not wish to rebuild only to have the house burn down again.” Win met Lady Garret’s gaze directly. “Am I clear on this?”

“Most certainly.” She bit her bottom lip in a nervous manner. “I shall relay your concerns to Mr. Tempest. He will, of course, have to make some changes to the plans. It might take him some time . . .”

“Oh, but, Lady Garret, there really is no time to waste. The work must begin as soon as possible. We have a ball to arrange, you know. And the queen might possibly attend, which would be lovely. One always hopes for a visit from the queen, even if it is usually a great deal of trouble.” Mother smiled at the other woman in a companionable manner as if they both belonged to some sort of secret, female club, then turned to her son and straightened her shoulders. “I, for one, quite like the idea of being at the forefront of progress. Therefore, I vote for electricity.”

“I did not call for a vote!” It was hard to believe the woman who had given him birth had now turned against him. “This is my decision. There is no voting about it.”

“I vote for electricity as well,” Gray added.

“
Et tu, Brute?
” Win glared at his cousin.

“I just think she’s right.” Gray shrugged. “I think it’s the way of the future.”

Win snorted. “Or it could be a passing fad.”

“Parts of London as well as New York are already lit with electricity,” Gray said mildly.

“Father?” Win turned to the earl. “Do you intend to vote against me as well? Not that we are voting,” he added.

His father shook his head. “I have no intention of voting. I said this was your decision and I meant it.”

“Well, that’s something, at any rate.” Win looked from his father to Gray to his mother and finally to Lady Garret. “As much as I think it’s wiser to bide our time and see where electricity may lead us . . .” His jaw clenched. “I will consider this and make my decision by tomorrow.”

“Good.” His father glanced at Lady Garret. “I, for one, quite approve of what your Mr. Tempest has done here. I look forward to seeing these plans come to fruition. Now, I have other matters to attend to. Good day.” He turned and strode from the room. In the back of his mind, Win noted with more than a little relief how much more vigorous his father now appeared than he had in the days after the fire.

“Uncle Roland.” Gray started after him. “Might I have a word?” He paused and smiled at Lady Garret. “It was my pleasure, Lady Garret. I daresay we will meet again before the last nail is driven.”

“No doubt, Mr. Elliott. It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” She smiled what appeared to be a genuine smile. Good God, he was beginning to recognize the termagant’s smiles.

“Lady Garret.” Gray nodded, cast Win a chastising look, then hurried after his uncle.

“Electricity, how very exciting.” Mother beamed. “I must say, I can’t wait.” She inclined her head toward the younger woman in a confidential manner. “I know my son claims to be a progressive sort, but in truth he does have a tendency to be something of a stick-in-the-mud.”

“Mother!”

“Don’t take that tone with me. You know full well it’s true.” Mother sniffed. “Not that I’m not pleased that you value our heritage, but, Winfield, dear, you do need to move with the times.”

Win’s jaw tightened. “I do move with the times.”

It was obviously all Lady Garret could do to keep from laughing.

“Well, we shall see.” Mother cast him an affectionate smile that did little to take the sting out of her assessment of his character. One could certainly value tradition without being a stick-in-the-mud. “Lady Garret, I know you and Winfield have matters to discuss, but would you join me for tea before you take the train back to London? I know your mother, but it’s been a very long time since I’ve seen her.”

The younger woman hesitated, then nodded in a gracious manner. “I should like nothing better.”

“Excellent. When you are finished here then.” She glanced at her son. “Do try to be pleasant.”

“I am being pleasant!”

“My mistake then. I thought you were being rather stiff and stodgy and annoyed and just the tiniest bit outraged. I’m sure no one else noticed.” His mother traded amused glances with the younger woman and took her leave.

He turned his attention to Lady Garret. “Wasn’t I being pleasant?”

“I am sorry, my lord,” she said at precisely the same time.

“What?” He stared at her.

“I was offering you my apology.”

He narrowed his gaze. “For what?”

“I put you in an untenable position with your family even if that was not my intention.” She shook her head and sighed. “I had no idea you would be so averse to the idea of modern—”

“I am not averse to the idea of modern anything! I wish all of you would stop saying that!” he snapped, then caught himself. What was this woman doing to him? She had him ranting like a lunatic. He inhaled deeply and mustered his composure. “It is I who owe you an apology. You simply caught me off-guard, that’s all. I had never considered the idea of electricity at Fairborough Hall.”

“And are you considering it now?”

“Yes, I suppose I am.” He shook his head. “But I have any number of concerns about this.”

She nodded. “To be expected of course.”

“There is the danger of fire to consider.” Good God, did he really sound that pompous? It was a logical concern and yet his tone was decidedly, well, pompous. “I mean, we must think about safety.” Oh yes, that was better.

“I cannot guarantee nothing will go wrong in the future, but I can tell you there are strides being made almost daily to improve the safety of wiring in a house.”

“That’s something, I suppose.”

“Admittedly, there is always a great deal that will be unknown about a new endeavor.”

“Indeed there is.” It struck him that she was very much a new endeavor and there was entirely too much unknown about her. “I am not the sort of man to blindly plunge ahead into the unknown.”

“I never imagined that you were.”

“I admit, there was a time when I perhaps made decisions in a particularly hasty manner when I should have given matters greater thought. When I plunged ahead when I should have considered said plunging rationally. But I have learned any number of lessons on the foolishness of rash decisions.”

She nodded. “And a wise man learns from his mistakes.”

“One can only hope.”

Her gaze met his. He could have sworn her eyes were brown. Today they were definitely that elusive hazel color. It was the lighting in the library, no doubt. “But isn’t something new, something unknown, even something that one fears might be a tiny bit dangerous, isn’t that worth the risk? Why, one could say that is what makes life exciting.”

“One could say that.” He smiled, albeit reluctantly. “I fear I am leaning—no, I have decided—in favor of electrification. God help us all.”

She laughed. It was surprisingly delightful. “I daresay—”

He held up his hand to stop her. “If you were going to say God has more to worry about than electricity coursing through the walls of my ancestral home, I would most heartily disagree. I would hope God could spare a moment or two to keep us safe from the ravages of progress.”

“I should think God would be amenable to that, especially as electricity is one of God’s creations and man is simply harnessing it.”

“That does sound simple,” he said wryly.

“But I didn’t finish my apology. I am sorry that I pitted you against the rest of your family. It wasn’t at all fair and certainly not what I envisioned.”

She sounded sincere enough and yet . . . “I don’t believe you.”

Her eyes widened. “Why on earth not?”

“Because you strike me as the kind of woman who gets what she wants and will use whatever means necessary to achieve it. Who will not back down from a position when she believes she is right.”

Surprise shone in her eyes. “I do?”

“The very fact that you are here, representing your late husband’s firm, is a testament to that.”

“Is it?”

“Indeed it is.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “It is most unbecoming in a female.”

“Oh?” Her brow rose. “Which part? Getting what I want? Using whatever means necessary? Or refusing to retreat when I know I am right?”

“All of it!”

“And what do you think is becoming in a female?”

“A female who knows her place in the world is most becoming,” he said in a lofty manner. Even as he said the words he knew they were a mistake. But something inside him—something quite irrational and probably extremely stupid—made him want to annoy her as much as she annoyed him.

“Her place in the world?” she repeated as if she couldn’t quite believe his words.

Win had a difficult time believing them himself. Indeed, he had always preferred women with a bit of independence and intelligence to them, women who made up their own minds and forged their own paths even if that had proved his undoing on more than one occasion.

“And what would that place be?”

“At home. With her family. Not out and about espousing
electricity
.”

Her brows drew together. “Do forgive me, my lord, for not meeting your standards of feminine behavior.”

“You manipulated me, Lady Garret. I do not like being manipulated. I particularly dislike that you used my family to do it.”

“And for that I have apologized. I shall not do so again.”

“What? Apologize or manipulate?”

“I certainly won’t apologize again.” She turned in a dismissive manner and considered the plans spread on the desk. “Is there anything else we should discuss today?”