An Inconvenient Trilogy (27 page)

Elizabeth laughed, “Well perhaps not that! Don’t dismiss the whole male population just because of two characters.”

Chapter 8

Charlotte was quiet as Maggie helped her dress for dinner. She normally chatted to the maid, but this time she had a lot to think about. Elizabeth’s words had been taken in the spirit they had been given. She was no longer jealous of Elizabeth’s relationship with Stephen; she saw now that there was nothing to be jealous of. She could see the truth in what Elizabeth had said. Stephen had hinted at his jaded outlook on life, it seemed he was telling the truth, and not just saying things to be shocking.

She sighed; she needed a boost of confidence tonight. She looked at her dresses. “I shall have the emerald green one please, Maggie,” she instructed.

Maggie paused and then swallowed. “It’s not appropriate Miss Webster,” the maid said quietly.

Charlotte knew that the dress was not appropriate for a girl just out of the schoolroom. It was a deep green colour, not the expected pale shades for a debutante. The neckline was a little daring too, with its ruffled bodice, drawing attention to the breast area. Elizabeth had given it to her for the future, Charlotte knew that, but perhaps it was because she wanted Stephen to want her as much as she did him, or maybe it was just something to hide behind. Whatever her reasoning, she was determined to wear it.

“That is the dress I need tonight Maggie,” Charlotte said firmly. Maggie just nodded, and helped to dress her mistress. The maid had done her duty in offering advice, she could do no more.

The dress suited Charlotte; it brought out the green in her eyes and warmed her skin tone. Maggie had dressed her hair in a simple bun, which on other women could seem harsh, but for Charlotte it appeared elegant. She entered the drawing room with a fluttering stomach, but was determined to brazen it out.

Michael looked at his wife in question, but she chose to ignore his glance. They both glanced at Stephen and although neither of them knew what Charlotte’s motivation had been while choosing the dress, could see that it had scored a hit with their friend.

Stephen had sucked in his breath when Charlotte had entered the room. From the first moment he had seen her, he had thought she was beautiful, but dressed as she was, she literally took his breath away. His reaction was physical and something else. The tightening of his groin usually occurred when Charlotte was around, but he was a healthy male who reacted to a beautiful woman, and he saw no problem with his healthy male response. Something else had happened though; he was almost overwhelmed by a feeling of possessiveness which he fought not to act on. He wanted to stride across the room and cover her with a shawl, to not allow anyone but him to see anything but the most minimal amount of her body.

As he watched her move and speak to Elizabeth, he was filled with sadness, another emotion he was unaccustomed to feeling. He could see the woman she was going to become, elegant and beautiful. She would be married to some young popinjay who would not appreciate what he had. Stephen would be left to watch as some dandy turned her head. No, he would not watch, he decided; he would remove himself from her society once Elizabeth started to introduce her to the local gentry. Stephen may not be able to overcome the fact that he was too old for Charlotte, but he certainly was not going to stand by and watch her be courted by the young fools who lived in the area. He took a deep breath, it was time he started to plan his return to town.

*

Michael entered his wife’s bed chamber after her maid had left. He spent most of his time in her room, only using his dressing room to change. It was how they wanted their life to be, as close as possible. It was a comfortable room, decorated in a style they both liked, in blues and golds. The bed hangings and curtains had been made to compliment the wallpaper. Elizabeth had always said it was a colour that Michael could feel comfortable with, he had retorted that any room with her in it, was a room where he could be comfortable.

He walked over to Elizabeth’s dressing table and placed his hands gently on her shoulders. “Now, what mischief have you been up to with our young guest?” he asked, looking at her through the mirror.

Elizabeth sighed, “I know, she certainly made an impact with that dress didn’t she? I thought Stephen was going to jump across the room to get to her!” she replied.

“I hope you are not encouraging her in any wild notions,” Michael chided.

“For once I have done the opposite,” Elizabeth explained. “I told her exactly what Stephen’s opinions were of love and marriage. I thought I was helping to prevent her breaking her heart over him, but it’s obvious she is besotted.”

“I think you should perhaps have left those things unsaid,” Michael said gently.

“I don’t want to see her hurt!” Elizabeth responded defensively. “She is a girl who has already had a rough experience; I didn’t want Stephen to hurt her as well.”

“I understand that, but it’s just...” Michael pondered.

“What?” his wife asked, a little annoyed at being challenged.

“I’ve never seen Halkyn like he is with Charlotte. Did you notice him on the first evening? He sat next to her, giving her support when she told her story. When has he ever done something so openly selfless? I think he may not be as untouched by Charlotte as he would have us believe,” Michael said thoughtfully.

“I often see him watching her,” Elizabeth admitted. “In fact during our meals, he looks more at her than anyone or anything else.”

“Yes, he has never troubled himself over a woman before, so perhaps he is as besotted with her, as Charlotte is with him,” Michael agreed.

“What should we do to help them?” Elizabeth asked eager to help her young friend.

“Absolutely nothing,” Michael responded, taking Elizabeth into his arms. “You have far too much to do for your husband.”

Elizabeth was carried over to her bed and kissed to the point where all thoughts of Stephen and Charlotte were forgotten.

*

Stephen had decided that he was going to leave Dunham House and return to London. Then he decided that he would wait until after breakfast, but then he decided that he perhaps should wait until Charlotte’s uncle arrived. She might need his help; her uncle was obviously not the best to decide what Charlotte should do with her future. He would probably agree to her scheme to find employment, since he had all but abandoned her at the school. Yes, he would stay until he arrived.

Stephen’s internal arguments happened at the same time as a change between himself and Charlotte occurred. He did not understand why or how, but there was a distinct change of atmosphere and contact between the two. Over the following six days Charlotte avoided him whenever possible. If he suggested a ride, she had arranged to go for a walk with Miss Fairfield. If he offered to take her in the phaeton, she found the weather too chilly. If he offered to play a game of chess, cards, or sing while she played the piano, she had a headache and would prefer to read.

She was avoiding him. He should have been relieved, he was leaving after all, but he was annoyed. What had he ever done that would make her want to avoid him? He had only ever helped her, why, he had in fact gone out of his way to help her. With Michael busy, Stephen was left to ponder and fume alone. He would ride out to try and get rid of his dark mood, but the moment he returned to the house and heard Charlotte’s laughter or even just her voice, he was in an even darker mood than before.

On the sixth morning Stephen could not stand it any longer. He had tried to persuade Charlotte to join him for a walk, but she had said that she was intending to read. Not one for inactivity, Stephen decided that he was going to get to the bottom of the change in her behaviour.

Charlotte entered the library and closed the door quietly. She leaned against the door, closing her eyes, her nerves stretched to the limit. Avoiding Stephen in order to protect herself was torture.

“Feeling unwell my dear?” came the slightly sarcastic drawl from Stephen.

Charlotte physically jumped at the sound of his voice and flushed deep pink. She had not seen him sprawled in a chair in front of the fireplace. How she had missed him she would never know. Her nerves were usually so in tune to his location that it scared her.

“You should have given some warning you were in the room!” she snapped, her shock making her respond sharper than she would normally have done.

“Why? So that you can run away again?” Stephen said. “I’m afraid I’m getting a little tired of your bad manners, my dear.”

Charlotte flushed again, mainly because she had been behaving badly, but it was through self-preservation, rather than bad manners. “You consider that I am behaving badly because I don’t want to spend every moment in your company?” She responded tartly. “Surely, even you are not so vain?”

Stephen blinked; her words hurt him far more than he would ever admit. “I seem to recall there was a time when you were desperate for my company.” He stood and walked across to her.

Charlotte stiffened and leaned into the door, as if willing it to allow her to pass through and back into the hallway. “I have already thanked you, and will always be grateful for your help,” she admitted. “But you will be departing from here soon; I would have thought you’d welcome the release of responsibility for me.”

Stephen looked at her; normally he would have welcomed it. Nay, he would never have offered help in the first place, but it always came down to the fact that it was
her
. He wanted to spend time with her. “There is no need to make our time here tedious, we can still enjoy ourselves,” he said with a drawl, maintaining the air of someone who did not care by sounding lecherous.

His words confirmed what Elizabeth had said and Charlotte fought to suppress her feelings of disappointment. Being told that someone would never be interested in you was less hurtful than having it confirmed. “You do make the most preposterous suggestions!” Charlotte said with disgust.

Although Stephen had meant to be cynical and condemning, he was quick to realise that Charlotte was referring to something beyond their conversation. “May I enquire to what other preposterous suggestions you refer?” he said coldly.

Charlotte was a little overwhelmed by his tone and the cold look in his eyes. She had seen cynicism and derision in his look previously, but it had never been aimed at her, but this time it was different. The lines around his mouth were pronounced and his frown cast deep grooves along his forehead. She took a breath to steady her fluttering insides.

“I have heard from Elizabeth your opinions of love and marriage,” she replied defiantly.

For some reason, Stephen could have happily murdered Elizabeth at that moment, but as always, he gave what was expected of him. “And what may I ask was wrong with my proposal? I was giving the woman everything she said she was looking for. If she wanted to chase love, like some foolish moon-struck chit, that wasn’t anything to do with my proposal. I was honest with her and did not try and flatter her with false words. Some would applaud my honesty.”

Charlotte could not resist the urge to probe. “Do you not want to be loved?”

Stephen fought the feelings her words stirred, he would not show the foolishness he had so often condemned. “What would be the benefit? I come and go as I please. I live my life exactly as I want. I have no one telling me that they don’t approve of my behaviour, that I can’t have a mistress if I want one. I do not have to suffer tears and tantrums, which I believe is all that love is,” he said bitterly.

Charlotte was shocked, but maintained her composure. “How can you say that when you are staying in the house of people who are so obviously in love and happy?”

“They are happy now, but it won’t last,” Stephen responded tartly.

“Well I hope your mistresses can keep you warm as you age, because otherwise your bed is going to become a cold and lonely place!” Charlotte said bitterly. She would normally never have uttered such words, but she had felt such jealousy at the thought of Stephen with someone else when he had mentioned having a mistress, that she just had to hit out in any way she could.

Stephen used the jealous words to his advantage. He was angry and hurt, something he was not used to feeling and he needed to be back in control. He moved and placed his arms on the door, either side of Charlotte. “Oh, I think I will have a warm bed for many years to come, don’t you?” he whispered, letting his breath tickle Charlotte’s ear.

Charlotte sucked in her breath, it was the closest they had been since the first night they had met and the memories of their kisses flooded back to her. She felt her face burning and fought to steady her insides. “Even mistresses have limitations,” she said, but her voice was breathless. His eyes were an intense blue, something she had not seen when they had kissed in the dark, and now she felt as if she was being pulled into him.

Stephen was gratified that he was having an effect; at least he was not the only one who was suffering. He should stop, if he was a decent man he would stop, but he did not want to and at the moment he felt anything but decent. “But you have had a taste of what I can offer. Do you not think they would be a little tempted? Are you not a little tempted?” He whispered, his lips brushing hers, ever so gently.

Charlotte closed her eyes at his words. All she could feel was his breath and the gentle feel of his lips. He was so gentle that there was almost no contact, but it was as if her every nerve was feeling every touch.

“Are you tempted, my little tiger?” Stephen whispered again, a smile playing around his lips, taking away the cynical sneer that was his usual expression.