Jane Austen Mysteries 10 Jane and the Madness of Lord Byron (22 page)

Startled, I asked, "You are acquainted with her ladyship?"

"I knew her mother, the Countess, a little in my salad days," Mrs. Silchester said dismissively. "Her daughter I confess I know not at all--but only fancy!
She
sought an introduction to Catherine and me! And nothing would do but that she must carry Catherine away for a private tete-a-tete at the Pavilion--such an honour, I am sure--promising faithfully to see the child home in one of the Regent's carriages, when at last they were done."

I felt myself go swiftly cold. "Miss Twining left the Assembly in Lady Caroline's company? And the General made no objection?" This was hardly being jealous of his dignity, or his daughter's reputation; only the ignorant encouraged the attentions of the scandalous Caro Lamb.

"The General was no longer present; he could not be appealed to. I saw no harm in Lady Caroline's condescension. Catherine wished to go."

Catherine had wished to return to a place she despised upon first acquaintance--a place where no less a roue than George Hanger had forced his attentions upon her--and the woman entrusted with her safety had sent her off with a complete stranger. The whole narrative defied comprehension.

"You blame me," Louisa Silchester said. "I am
sure
you blame me, Miss Austen. But after all, what was I to do? The Pavilion, you know! It was very nearly a Royal summons! I could not gainsay so obliging and august a personage. Indeed I could not. And so of course I granted my permission. But the General is so dreadfully angry! He would not admit me this afternoon, when I attempted to pay a call of condolence! If the General abandons me, Miss Austen, so shall all of Brighton--and then I do not know
what
I shall do!"

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"To cut Wisdoms" refers to the emergence of wisdom teeth--a phrase suggesting age, experience, and knowledge of the world.--
Editor's note
.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN
A Call to Justice

T
UESDAY
, 11 M
AY
1813
B
RIGHTON, CONT
.

"W
HAT HAVE YOU BEEN SAYING TO POOR
L
OUISA
S
ILCHESTER
?" Lady Swithin demanded as she led me to the fire, where a pair of chairs were at liberty, owing to the general warmth of the night. "She looks as if she had received a sentence of death--tho' I suppose that is very natural, given the loss of her protegee."

"I did not rebuke her; tho' I confess I was tempted. She is an excessively silly woman, my lady--and ought never to have been entrusted with Miss Twining. She tells me she allowed the child to go off to the Pavilion last night with Caro Lamb!"

"Did she?" Desdemona enquired, all interest. "I had not an idea of it. I stayed only to observe Byron's outrage at Caro's entrance--to judge the effect her costume made upon the room--and then Swithin pled boredom, and we made good our escape. What did Caro mean by carrying that child off to the Pavilion? They were not acquainted before last night, I am sure--and there must be more than a decade between them in age. It is a singular condescension."

"I cannot say what her ladyship was about, but I must endeavour to learn," I replied. "Lady Caroline should have been one of the last to see Catherine Twining alive. It may be in her power to disclose something vital of the child's movements. At what hour did you quit the Assembly, my lady?"

Desdemona shrugged. "Far too early for Fashion. It was not above one o'clock, I am sure--Lady Caroline having put in her appearance just after midnight. But do sit down, Miss Austen"--the Countess was already arranging the folds of her silk gown--"so that we may be comfortable. No one shall teaze us; your blacks will keep them all at a distance, you know."

I sat. My mind, I confess, was worrying at the problem of Lady Caroline--and my thoughts ranged so far abroad as to render me almost uncivil. I drew my attention back to my hostess; she had, after all, summoned me to her home that evening with the object of conversation.

"You must have formed your own opinion of Catherine Twining," she began. "For my part, I knew her not at all. But any lady capable of engaging Byron's entire interest, must have been a paragon. And when one considers her youth--it is in every way extraordinary. He has been in the habit of pursuing
married
ladies of a certain age--not virgins of fifteen."

"Our acquaintance was so slight, and of such recent formation--we met in a stable yard in Cuckfield, on the journey south," I said. I hesitated at disclosing the nature of our meeting--but the silence so fervently embraced by the General and Mrs. Silchester had already done damage enough; I could not regard myself as bound by it. "I rescued Miss Twining from Lord Byron's clutches, in fact. He had formed the intention of abducting her--to what end, a Gretna marriage or a swift ruin, I know not. Certainly he had bound her wrists and gagged her; she made her presence known by beating on the side panels of Lady Oxford's chaise, which his lordship had borrowed for the purpose."

"Good God!" Desdemona said blankly. "And he chose
Jane's
chaise for his seductions? The man's insolence knows no bounds! I shall have to suppress the fact--tho' it may already be all over Brighton."

The fact of the abduction did not appear to outrage her ladyship nearly as much as the bad
ton
his lordship betrayed; there was little that could shock Lord Harold's niece.

"I do not think anyone but the Twining family, and ourselves, is aware of it," I assured her. "Lady Oxford may remain in ignorance--but I cannot think it wise. There may be worse shocks in store, if Lord Byron is charged with murder."

She looked at me speculatively. "What sort of girl was Miss Twining?"

"I should have said that she was no different from every other young lady of respectable birth and gentle rearing. She was diffident, shy, easily imposed upon--" I might, at this juncture, have disclosed my encounter with George Hanger in the Pavilion Saturday, but doubt as to what I had actually seen, stopped my mouth. "Her appearance of goodness, I thought, was entirely genuine. And she was afraid of Byron--she dreaded a meeting with him. Indeed, only last evening, she begged me to remain with her."

"And now you berate yourself for having failed to do so." Desdemona reached impulsively for my hand. "My dear Miss Austen--
you
were not her parent.
You
were not her chaperon. Having saved her once from a predator's clutches, you cannot always have been her protector. What of the girl's family?"

"There is a General Twining--Mrs. Alleyn had much that was ill to say of his character--and a brother in the 10th Hussars, lost in the Peninsula." I hesitated. "My lady, to what end do these questions tend?"

She chose her words with care. "You are aware, I think, that Lady Oxford is my friend--Swithin would not have me call her so, to be sure, as she is regarded askance by almost everyone of consequence in the
ton
, on account of her sad tendency to seek consolation outside her marriage."

"And yet you brave the Earl's displeasure?" I interjected, curiously. "This is being a loyal friend indeed!"

"The Countess is a clever woman, and unafraid to appear the bluestocking before her friends; it is for this reason so many gentlemen seek her company--she possesses a well-informed mind. Have you any notion, Miss Austen, how rare a powerful understanding is, among women of Fashion? It is insupportably dull, I assure you, to spend all one's days among creatures who talk of nothing but dress, and children, and the gifts their husbands have lately showered upon their mistresses! I prize Lady Oxford for her courage in living life as she chuses, without entirely affronting the Polite World, as Caro Lamb must perpetually do; and if Swithin fears her ladyship's example--so much the better for me," she added with a droll glint in her eye. "Anxiety keeps the Earl attentive; and that is saying a good deal."

We had wandered from the subject of Catherine Twining, and the Countess recognised it. She took up the reins of conversation with a brisk twitch. "I do not need to tell you that Lady Oxford is in love with Lord Byron. Indeed, a degree of affection subsists between them that would make any risk to his life or reputation a matter of extreme anxiety to the Countess."

A degree of affection subsists between them
... and yet he had been obsessed with Catherine to the point of madness. How to explain it? Was Lady Oxford deceived, or was Byron the sort who must seduce every creature he encountered?

"That can be nothing to me," I said, tho' the words felt thick and ungracious on my tongue. "I am acquainted with neither the Countess nor the poet; my bond, slight as it was, lay with the unfortunate victim, and my sympathies must be entirely devoted to her cause."

"I
do
understand," Desdemona said with swift warmth. She squeezed my hand. "Indeed, I expected no less--and honour you for your sentiments. Which is why I craved your society this evening; I cannot help recalling, Miss Austen, how brilliantly you acted in the matter of my brother Kinsfell's being mistakenly taken up for murder--and how deftly you
then
penetrated the motives of those who would have seen him unjustly hanged."
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"It was your uncle's brilliance that prevailed on that occasion, not mine."

A bold statement and a painful one in such a house, with all that remained of the past lying unspoken between us; and for an instant, Desdemona stiffened. "We will not speak of
my uncle
, I beg."

She had loved Lord Harold like a daughter--or perhaps, their natures being so alike, more as a companion in adventure. When he was killed, I must believe she blamed me--for tho' present, I was entirely unable to avert the deed, or save him from the mortal effect of his wounds. I had fully expected to be petitioned for the details of the Rogue's final hour; but thus far, her ladyship had not asked for them. I guessed it was a form of Wilborough pride--and the fear of opening old wounds. I waited all the same for the moment when Desdemona's desire should overcome her dignity.