A Lady for Lord Randall (Brides of Waterloo)

‘Indeed it is, but it will be no hardship to spend a little more time here and in such delightful company.’

‘Why, Justin, that is quite the prettiest thing I have ever heard you say,’ declared Harriett, quite shocked.

Mary felt her friend’s speculative glance turned upon her and quickly looked away, busying herself with smoothing the wrinkles from her long gloves. When everyone else had left they went into the dining room where supper was set out, comprising cold meats, fruit and wine. Since informality was the order of the day Mary chose a seat between her cousin and Harriett. This put her as far as possible from Randall, which she thought safest for her peace of mind, so it was in horror that she realised her old school friend was rising from her seat, saying cheerfully, ‘Brother, dear, would you be kind enough to change places with me? I think I have a slight chill and would much prefer to sit a little closer to the fire.’

The next moment the earl was lowering his long frame on to the chair beside her. She tried to keep her eyes fixed upon her plate, but it was impossible not to look at his lean, muscled legs as he took his place. The black-stockinet pantaloons clung tightly to his thighs and she felt herself growing quite hot with embarrassment as her imagination rioted. Mary closed her eyes. Good heavens, she was not a schoolgirl to be so affected by a man.

‘Miss Endacott, are you quite well?’

The sound of that deep voice, rich and smooth as chocolate, did nothing to calm her, but the thought of making a fool of herself in front of everyone stiffened her resolve. She raised her head and managed to respond with tolerable equanimity.

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nbsp; ‘Quite well, thank you, my lord. My thoughts were elsewhere.’

‘Thinking of the long journey you are to undertake at the end of the week, no doubt,’ said Mrs Bentinck, sitting on her other side.

Mary pulled herself together. She said gaily, ‘Oh, do not let us talk about me, I would much rather be distracted from the sad inevitability of leaving my friends.’

‘Randall, too, is leaving on Friday,’ put in Harriett.

‘Ah, to join Wellington’s army, no doubt,’ said Mr Bentinck. ‘Do you sail from Dover, my lord?’

‘Folkestone,’ the earl replied. ‘I have my own yacht there.’

‘Really?’ said Harriett. ‘I thought you had sold it.’

‘No. I sent it to Chatham to be refurbished.’

‘I told you he would not have disposed of it,’ declared Mr Graveney. ‘The rich must have their playthings, eh, my boy?’

‘It was used to carry some of our troops home from Corunna, was it not?’ Mary wondered why she had felt it necessary to jump to the earl’s defence, especially since it brought her to his attention once more.

‘Yes, it was.’

‘I think it was very good of you to join us this evening, my lord,’ declared Mrs Bentinck, relieving Mary of the necessity of saying anything more. ‘Mrs Graveney will have told you that our little gatherings tend to attract young men with rather revolutionary ideas.’

‘Which is why we enjoy your parties so much,’ cried Mr Graveney, waving his fork in the air. ‘For the cut and thrust of the debate. Some of these youngsters have fire in their bellies, eh, Bentinck?’

‘They do indeed,’ replied their host, ‘but most of them burn out as they grow up. One only has to look at Southey. Angry young rebel one day, tugging his forelock to the King the next.’

‘I rather fear expediency cooled a great deal of his radicalism,’ said Mary. ‘A poet must support himself.’

‘His principles must be in question,’ put in Lord Randall. ‘He could not otherwise relinquish them so easily.’

Mary shook her head. ‘I do not agree. Sometimes we have to compromise if we are to make a living.’

‘As you have done, Mary,’ Harriett added.

Mary felt the earl’s eyes upon her again and felt sure he was about to ask what compromises she had made, but before he could speak Mr Graveney introduced a new topic, which Mary took up with alacrity.

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‘Well now, that was not such a bad evening after all, was it?’

In the darkness of the carriage Randall could not see his sister’s face, but he could hear the laughter in her voice.

‘Some of those young men would benefit from a little army discipline,’ he replied. ‘That would put their idealism to flight.’