The Paid Companion (20 page)

The large greenhouse radiated the wholesome, soothing scents of rich soil and thriving foliage. She paused at the entrance to give her eyes time to adjust to the shadows.

After a moment she discovered that the pale glow of the full moon flooding through the panes of glass provided sufficient illumination to make out the shapes of the workbenches and the masses of greenery.

She wandered down an aisle of broad-leaved plants, enjoying her moment of solitude and silence. She had danced with any number of mysterious masked strangers that evening, but Arthur had not been among them. Even if he had come to her in a mask and a domino and said not one word, she would have known his touch, she mused. Something in her reacted to his nearness as though they shared some sort of metaphysical connection. Surely he experienced some of the same awareness when he was near her. Or was she fooling herself?

She reached the end of the corridor of potted plants and was about to turn back when something, a brush of a shoe against the tile or perhaps the soft swish of a domino, told her that she was no longer alone in the conservatory.

Her pulse quickened. Instinctively she moved deeper into a patch of shadow created by a towering palm. What if her dance partner had followed her?

The conservatory had seemed a safe enough retreat, but it occurred to her that she could be trapped here at the far end of the glass house. The only way back into the ballroom would take her past whoever had followed her here.

“Miss Lodge?” The woman’s voice was low and tremulous.

Relief cascaded through Elenora. She did not recognize the newcomer, but knowing that she was dealing with a female eased her tension. She stepped out of the shadow of the tall palm.

“Yes, I’m here,” she said.

“I thought I saw you come this way.” The lady came toward her along the plant-lined aisle. Her domino was fashioned of a light-colored fabric that reflected the moonlight: pale blue or green, perhaps. She had the cowl pulled up over her head to shield her face.

“How did you recognize me?” Elenora asked, curious and somewhat surprised to discover that she was still a bit wary. The waltz with the masked stranger had unsettled her usually unflappable nerves more than she would have believed possible.

“I saw you arrive in St. Merryn’s carriage earlier.” The woman was small and rather ethereal-looking in her pale costume. She seemed to drift toward Elenora as though her feet did not quite touch the ground. “Your mask and domino are quite distinctive.”

“Have we been introduced?” Elenora asked.

“No, forgive me.” The lady reached up with one dainty, gloved hand and lowered her cowl to reveal an elegant coiffure. Her hair was most likely a golden blonde shade, but in the eerie light it had the appearance of magically spun silver. “My name is Juliana Burnley.”

Arthur’s former fiancée. Elenora managed, barely, not to groan aloud. The evening was progressing from bad to awkward. Where was Margaret when she was needed?

“Mrs. Burnley,” she murmured.

“Please, call me, Juliana.” She removed her mask.

Elenora had heard enough in the way of gossip to guess that Juliana was very pretty. The reality was somewhat daunting. Even here in the weak light of the moon, it was easy to see that Juliana was nothing short of beautiful. Her features were finely etched and delicately made.

Everything about her was so dainty and lovely as to be a little unreal. Here, amidst the moonlit foliage, Juliana looked like a fairy queen holding court in a moonlit garden.

“As you wish.” Elenora lowered her own mask. “You obviously know who I am.”

“St. Merryn’s new fiancée.” Juliana floated to a halt a short distance away. “I suppose I should offer my congratulations.” She ended the sentence on a rising note, as though asking a question.

“Thank you,” Elenora said coolly. “Was there something you wanted?”

Juliana flinched. “I’m sorry, I’m not handling this very well. The truth is, I’m not sure how to go about it.”

Nothing was so irritating as a person who hemmed and hawed and refused to get to the point, Elenora thought.

“What, precisely, are you attempting to accomplish?” she asked.

“This is so difficult. Perhaps it would be easier if you would allow me to start at the beginning.”

“If you feel that will help.”

Juliana turned slightly away and examined a nearby plant as though she had never seen anything like it in her entire life. “I’m sure you’ve heard the gossip.”

“I know that you were engaged to St. Merryn and that you eloped with Roland Burnley, if that is what you mean.” She did not bother to conceal her impatience.

Juliana clenched one gloved hand. “I had no choice. My parents were determined to marry me off to St. Merryn. They would never have allowed me to end the engagement. I am certain that if I had confided to Papa that I couldn’t bring myself to go through with the wedding, he would have locked me in my room and fed me bread and water until I agreed to obey him.”

“I see,” Elenora said neutrally.

“You don’t believe me? I assure you, Papa is very strict. He will not tolerate any disagreement. Everything must be done according to his dictates. And Mama would not go against him. I would have done almost anything to escape the marriage they intended for me. My dear Roland came to my rescue.”

“I see.”

Juliana smiled wistfully. “He is handsome and noble and very, very brave. There is no other man I know who would have stood up to both my father and his own, not to mention St. Merryn, in order to save me from a horrid marriage.”

“You’re certain that marriage to St. Merryn would have been horrid?”

“It would have been intolerable.” Juliana shuddered. “During the weeks that I was engaged to him I used to lie in bed at night and cry until dawn. I pleaded with Papa to find another husband for me, but he refused.”

“What, precisely, made you so sure that you could not bear to be married to St. Merryn?”

Juliana’s neat brows came together in a delicate frown of confusion. “Why, because he is exactly like Papa, of course. How could I possibly wish to marry a man who would treat me the way Papa always treated me? A man who never paid the least attention to my opinions? A man who never allowed me to make my own decisions? A man who insisted upon playing the tyrant in his own home? Why, I would rather have entered a convent.”

The light of understanding began to dawn. It was abruptly quite clear why Juliana had run off with her Roland.

“Well, that does explain a few things, I suppose,” Elenora replied.

Juliana searched her face. “You’re not the least bit afraid of St. Merryn, are you?”

The unexpected question caught Elenora by surprise. She thought about it briefly. She had a good measure of respect for Arthur, and she certainly had no wish to arouse his temper unnecessarily. Nor would she care to cross him. But fear him?

“No,” she said.

Juliana hesitated and then nodded. “I can see that it is different for you. I must admit that I am envious. How do you do it?”

“How do I do what?”

“How do you make St. Merryn pay attention to what you have to say? How do you stop him from taking command of your life? How do you prevent him from having his own way in everything?”

“That is a rather personal question, Juliana,” she said. “I wonder if we might get to the reason why you sought me out here in the conservatory?”

“I am sorry. I did not mean to pry. It is just that I cannot help but be curious about the woman who, uh-”

“Took your place?” Elenora suggested.

“Yes, I suppose you could put it like that. I merely wondered how you deal with him.”

“Let’s just say that my relationship with St. Merryn is considerably different than the one you had with him.”

“I see.” Juliana nodded again, this time with a sage air. “Perhaps you do not fear him because you are so much older than me and have so much more experience of the world and of men.”

Elenora discovered that she was gritting her teeth. “No doubt. Now, if you don’t mind, what was it you wished to say to me?”

“Oh, yes, of course.” Juliana straightened her shoulders and raised her chin. “This is very difficult, Miss Lodge, but I come to you as a supplicant.”

“I beg your pardon?”

Juliana held out one hand in a graceful, beseeching gesture. “I must beg you for a great favor. You are my only hope. I do not know where else to turn.”

Elenora wondered for a moment if Juliana was playing some sort of bizarre game. But the other woman’s desperation was plain. It was clear that whatever else was going on here, she was entirely serious.

“I’m sorry,” Elenora said, softening her tone in spite of her irritation. Juliana really did seem quite anxious. “I fail to see how I could possibly be in a position to be of service to you.”

“You are engaged to St. Merryn.”

“What has that got to do with it?” Elenora asked warily.

Juliana cleared her throat. “The gossip is that, although you are not yet wed, the two of you appear to be on very
intimate
terms.”

Elenora went cold. Intimate terms was a polite euphemism and everyone knew it. She told herself that it was only to be expected that Society would speculate that she and Arthur were involved in an affair. Indeed, she ought to have anticipated such rumors. Unlike Juliana, she was not an obviously innocent eighteen-year old living under the stern protection of her parents.

As far as the Polite World was concerned, Elenora reminded herself, she was not only a mature woman, she was a lady of mystery who was residing under the same roof as her even more mysterious fiancé. Margaret’s presence in that household gave the situation a socially acceptable façade, but that did not keep tongues from wagging.

It should have come as no surprise to learn that the scandalmongers were convinced that she was
intimate
with Arthur.

“One would do well to remember that gossip is not always entirely accurate,” she said, trying to put a quelling note into her words.

“I did not mean to offend you,” Juliana said. “But I wanted you to know that I understand that you have a very close relationship with St. Merryn. Why, they say he was seen kissing you quite passionately the other night in the gardens outside a certain ballroom.” She paused. “He never kissed me like that.”

“Yes, well-”

“In addition, there is a rumor going around that he actually promised to issue a challenge to a gentleman who spoke to you in the park.”

“I assure you, that incident was inflated out of all proportion,” Elenora said quickly.

“The thing is, St. Merryn actually issued the threat.” Juliana sighed. “Several people overheard him. That is the whole point, you see. He did not even bother to give chase the night Roland and I ran away.”

“Did you want him to go after you?” Elenora asked softly, suddenly very curious to know the truth.

“No, of course not.” Juliana tapped the edge of her mask lightly against a wooden workbench. “Indeed, I was profoundly grateful that he did not come after us. I was terrified that he might hurt Roland or even kill him in a duel. Instead, I’m told that St. Merryn went to his club and played cards that evening.” She made a rueful face. “Which merely confirmed what I had believed all along.”

“What was that?”

“That while it was true that St. Merryn was betrothed to me, his passions were decidedly not engaged.”

“I am glad that you were able to marry the man you love.” Elenora said gently. “But I still do not know what you want from me.”

“Do you not comprehend? My dear Roland took an enormous risk when he saved me from St. Merryn. And he has paid a terrible price.”

“What price is that? You just told me that St. Merryn did not harm him in any way.”

“I did not realize just how much Roland put at stake for me that night.” Juliana sounded as if she was fighting tears. “My greatest fear was that St. Merryn would come after us, but the real danger lay elsewhere, in the very bosoms of our families.”

“What do you mean?”

“We knew that my father would be furious and would likely cut me off without a penny, and that is precisely what happened. But what we did not anticipate was that Roland’s father would be so enraged that he would stop Roland’s quarterly allowance.”

“Oh, dear.”

“We are in desperate financial straits, Miss Lodge, and my Roland is too proud to go to his father and plead with him to restore his allowance.”

“How are you surviving?”

“My mother, bless her, braved my father’s wrath and secretly gave us some money from the allowance that Papa provides her for the household accounts. I sold some of the jewelry I took away with me the night that Roland and I eloped.” Juliana bit her lip. “Unfortunately, I did not get much for it. It is quite astonishing how little good jewelry is worth when one is obliged to pawn it.”

Elenora felt a twinge of genuine empathy. “I know. I, too, have had occasion to discover that sad fact.”

Juliana did not seem interested in comparing notes on pawn dealers, however. She was focusing intently on her tale. “For his part, Roland has been trying his luck at the gaming tables. Recently he fell in with a companion who seemed to know his way around that world.”

“What do you mean?”

“This man took Roland to a club where he promised the play was fair. At first Roland won quite often. For a while we believed that his luck would see us through. But lately his cards have been very poor. Last night he lost quite heavily, and as he had pledged my last necklace, we are now down to almost nothing.”

Elenora sighed. “I understand that feeling very well indeed.”

“We cannot afford to go about very much.” Juliana shook her head. “I suppose it was very naïve of me, but I must tell you that I had no notion how much a simple ball gown and a pair of matching slippers cost until Roland and I found ourselves cut off” She touched the folds of the domino she wore. “The only reason I was able to come here tonight was because a friend allowed me to borrow this costume. Roland does not know I’m here. He is in the hells again.”

“I am very sorry for your plight,” Elenora said.

“I fear that Roland is fast becoming desperate,” Juliana confided in hushed tones. “I do not know what he will do if his luck does not turn. That is why I have come to beg you for your assistance, Miss Lodge. Will you help us?”