When the Earl Met His Match (Wedded by Scandal 4)

“Yes.”

Caroline cast a desperate glance at her book. “But I am at the part where the hero will find out if the lady in the attic is a ghost!”

Hugh smiled. “We have a visitor.”

His sister frowned. “Who?”

“The beginning of Father’s plan.”

Caroline flinched before smoothing her expression. Yet her eyes glowed with such hope, it brought a knot to his throat. “Someone actually came after you revealed our family’s name? I thought the infamy of the Winthrops would live on forever.”

Another throb of an undefinable emotion went through him. “This lady came uninvited.”

Now his sister stood, smoothing down the front of her dress, a nervous gesture she seemed unaware of. “Uninvited?”

He nodded.

Her face alighted with curiosity. “In direct response to the advert?”

Another nod.

“She is desperate, then.” Caroline bit her lower lip, her eyes soft and questioning. “But does she have the right connections to…that our problems might be overlooked?”

“Her family is on the list of the most powerful families of the ton that Father made.”

Caroline’s lips parted with shock. “Good heavens! And she came here? Something must be dreadfully wrong.”

Something terrible pushed her to leave her home only with a maidservant as chaperone. Hugh suspected it would be difficult for her to meet him with Caroline by his side. “Never mind. Return to your reading. I will meet with her alone.”

“It will be very awkward to communicate with her,” his sister rebutted, looking anxious for him.

Another hard knot formed inside as he anticipated the usual discomfort that normally came whenever he tried to speak without an interpreter. “I believe it would be more so for her with both of us in her room. As you said, something dreadful must have happened. I will tread with care.”

Caroline nodded, and Hugh padded to the oak desk to retrieve several sheaves of papers, a couple quills and inkwell. Hugh then made his way up the winding staircase to the room lady Phoebe had been assigned. He lifted his fist to knock, only to lower it when a voice cried.

“Leave, milady? And go where?”

“It was a mistake coming here, Sarah. I was reckless and did not plan properly.”

“And where will you go, milady?”

“Not to London or Derbyshire,” Lady Phoebe said softly. “Perhaps to my aunt Polly in Cornwall. She, too, is deemed scandalous by Mama. Aunt Polly might not object to my circumstance and might help me create a story of widowhood.”

“Oh, my lady, I think one of the first places the duke and duchess would check is with your aunt, and I dare not think you will be able to convince your mother to let you keep…”

So she was running from her parents. How curious. The Duke of Salop was from the Maitlands’ family line—a very powerful and influential family anyone would want to be aligned with, and the man’s daughter had delivered herself into Hugh’s lap. The old earl had made it a part of his tutelage to know the powers and limitations of many families in the ton.

And he had also warned him to ruthlessly question the value of a gift to see if it was worth accepting.

“I feel so lost, Sarah,” Lady Phoebe said in a choked voice. “It is cruel and wrong to do what my mother wants. I cannot do it, I just cannot, even to save myself from scandal and disgrace!”

Even more interesting.

“I do understand, milady!”

“Oh, Sarah, I feel so afraid…and so alone in this unexpected journey. I am adrift and unsure of the path forward, like a blade of grass drifting with the wind, and it cannot be so. More than one life depends on me to be strong and resourceful.”

Hugh canted his head. More than one life. How properly ominous.