Love in the Highlands (4 page)

Lavina was not a conceited young woman, but she knew the truth about herself. She knew that she was beautiful, with a touch of magnificence in her looks. Her figure was tall, slender, and superb.

She knew that her luscious dark hair and blazing blue eyes could reduce men to jelly. She had seen it happen too often to have any doubts about that.

When he had last seen her she had worn her hair down in childlike fashion. Now it was up in a stylish coiffure that revealed her long, elegant neck.

She did not want to marry a foreign Prince, but she knew she was fit to be a Princess and she was not averse to letting the Marquis see her.

It might even make him reconsider his dislike of women, she mused, and at that thought a mischievous smile played about her lips.

Not that she was interested in him. The days when she had swooned over a fictional Byronic hero were far behind her. But it would be pleasant to make him regret his callous behaviour, especially if it made him more willing to help her.

She began to walk decidedly towards the house.

As soon as the butler opened the door she said,

"You admitted my father a few minutes ago. "Where is he, please?"

"In the library, miss – er that is – "

"Your Ladyship," Lavina informed him. "I am Lady Lavina Ringwood."

"Your Ladyship, my orders are that they are not to be disturbed."

"That doesn't apply to me," she said firmly, sailing past him. "Where is the library?"

"Your Ladyship – " the butler said imploringly.

"The library, if you please."

Perceiving that he was in the presence of a very determined female, the butler yielded and led her down the labyrinth of passages that led to the great room at the back, where ten thousand books had been collected over generations.

Lavina did not wait for him to announce her, but threw open the door herself. Her father turned to look at her in surprise, and the Marquis rose from the chair in which he was sitting.

The library was very large, and it took her a long time to walk across the floor to stand in front of him. During that time she was able to form a strong impression of him.

This was certainly the man she had seen riding with such skill and confidence. She noted that he dressed more like a stable hand than a Marquis, his jacket shabby, his shirt torn open at the throat.

But it made no difference. This man was an aristocrat to his finger tips. He offered no concessions to convention, fashion, or even manners, because he did not need to.

As Lavina walked towards him he did not hold out his hand. He merely stood regarding her with a look in his eyes which told her he was amazed, and none too pleased, to see her.

In fact, she sensed that only courtesy prevented him from ordering her out.

She went to stand directly before him, watching his face for the moment of astounded recognition.

It did not come.

His expression, as he stared at her, was completely blank, save perhaps for irritation.

"I am Lady Lavina Ringwood," she said. "Forgive me for coming in without being invited, but I felt that it was only fair, when my father was asking you for such an incredible favour, for you to know all the facts."

"And you have come here to present me with new facts?" he asked haughtily.

"I am the fact, sir. I am the person you are being asked to save, and who would rather die than marry this stranger."

The Marquis stared at her. But he did not speak.

For a moment there was silence while their eyes met. Then she said,

"I am not exaggerating. I would rather die than marry a man who I have never seen – and who, reputedly, does not wash."

The Marquis grimaced.

"I dare say there are worse things in the world than a man who does not wash."

"Not if you're married to him," Lavina said firmly. "Besides, I would have to leave everything I have known and loved since I was born, and be isolated in a country which I have not even visited, with a man who has no use for me except as a weapon against the Russians."

As she finished speaking Lavina could barely repress a sob.

But for a moment neither the Marquis nor the Earl moved or spoke. Both men seemed stunned by her sudden intervention.

"I know we are asking you for a great deal," she persisted, "but I see no other way to escape the Royal Command."

The Marquis regarded her through narrowed eyes.

"Are you sure you've considered this proposal carefully?" he asked.

"What is there to consider? I don't know this man."

"You know he's a royal Prince, ruler of a country, albeit

a small one. These tiny Balkan states are all very grand, and as the Princess you will have all the jewels any woman could desire, a host of ladies in waiting, all addressing you as Your Royal Highness."

Lavina's jaw dropped. She could hardly believe she was hearing such a thing.

"Doesn't the thought of such luxury appeal to you?"

"It most certainly does not," she said furiously.

"Then you're different from most women, who swoon at the sight of jewels," the Marquis snapped with a touch of savagery in his voice.

"I don't care for jewels," she snapped in return. "When I marry it will be for love, and I won't allow myself to be sold off to a stranger, no matter how many jewels he has to give."

"Fine principles for a fine lady," he sneered, "but how long will they last? Wait until they drape you with diamonds – diamond tiara, diamond aigrette, diamond necklace, bracelets, rings, diamond shoe buckles – "

Suddenly he stopped. A strange, wild note had entered his voice and he was breathing hard as though tormented by some violent emotion. He seemed to become aware of his guests staring at him, for he swung away and put both his fists on the desk, leaning on them.

After a moment he straightened up and turned back to face them. He had regained his composure but his face was dreadfully pale.

"Forgive me," he said in a strained voice. "Sometimes I am not quite myself. This is not a good day to come asking me favours – "

"It is the only day I have," Lavina cried. "Only help me and I promise, in fact I swear, that I will not bother you in any way. I will not demand anything from you, except to pretend we are engaged until the danger from the Russians is over. Then we can separate, as undoubtedly you will wish to do, and you never need see me again."

When he did not answer she repeated desperately,

"I swear to you on all I hold sacred I will leave and make no further demands on you, the moment I am safe."

He was looking at her now with a thin, chilly smile playing about his lips.

"Do you know what you are suggesting? We become engaged, stay that way for a while and then – what – ?"

"Why then, we announce that we have decided that we will not suit," she said quickly. "It's easy, engagements get broken all the time and – "

Then she saw his bitter eyes on her, and knew what she had done.

Of course, this man had been jilted at the altar, to the derision of the world. He was the last person who would help her with a false engagement.

She saw defeat staring her in the face, and she began to feel desperate.

If only he would speak. His silence was becoming unnerving.

At last the Marquis did speak, heavily, as though speech were an effort for him.

"Lady Lavina, I am sorry to hear of your predicament, but I really don't know what I can do. What you suggest is quite impossible. Nobody would believe it. It's common knowledge that I don't live in society, so where could we have met?"

"Surely that is no real problem, sir? It's true that you are seldom seen in society, but you go into it sometimes. Lord and Lady Bracewell, for instance, are friends of ours, and I believe you are acquainted with them."

Now he would ask her how she knew and she would remind him that he had been in the Bracewells' London house three years ago. And he would recognise her.

But he only shrugged.

"I have not seen the Bracewells for some time. We could hardly have met there."

"Not recently, but – "

"If not recently, when? Just how long ago are we supposed to have met? And how did we renew our acquaintance? Or have we both been secretly pining for years?"

His cool, bored tone made Lavina grind her nails into her palm. She fought hard to keep her temper, but it was slipping away from her.

"As a matter of fact we have encountered each other at the Bracewells – "

His brow furrowed.

"Have we? Surely not?"

Only the recollection that she was a lady prevented Lavina from slapping him.

"Please don't waste time trying to remember me, Lord Elswick," she said with spirit. "I assure you I haven't wasted the ghost of a thought on you, and I most certainly haven't been pining for you."

"I'm relieved to hear it, ma'am. Now we can have nothing further to say to each other."

He turned his back on her, walked across the room and stood with his back to his visitors, looking out of the window into the garden.

Everything about him was redolent of finality.

It was over.

Her future was unimaginably horrible.

She had thrown away her chance, Lavina realised, if, indeed, there had ever been a chance.

If only she could have contained her temper and not flared up at Lord Elswick. But how could any woman contain her temper with this insufferable man?

She moved towards her father and sat down beside him on the sofa. He put his arm round her and she leant against his shoulder.

"That was very brave of you, my darling." the Earl said in such a low voice that only she could hear.

"I cannot do it, Papa," Lavina replied. "I cannot marry the Prince. But it's no use hoping that this man will help us. We had better go, and try to think of something else."

They rose, and the Earl spoke with dignity.

"I am sorry to have troubled you, sir, and will do so no longer. I must try to find another answer to the problem. I don't know what it can be, but I will never allow my daughter to go to Kadradtz and marry that monster."

The Marquis swung round.

"What did you say?" he asked quietly.

"I said I will never allow – "

"You mentioned Kadradtz."

"Yes. It is Prince Stanislaus of Kadradtz she would have to marry, a man of whom I have heard many vile things."

The Marquis nodded.

"All of them true. He is notorious."

"Then you understand my determination to protect my daughter?"

"Only too well," the Marquis agreed. "You are quite right."

Then he began to walk towards them from the far end of the room. He stopped just far away for him to survey them, saying in a harsh voice,

"You have certainly brought me a terrible problem. I don't like telling lies or assuming a false position."

"You have made that very plain," Lavina said coolly, "and I am only sorry that we have imposed on you. We will leave at once."

"Sit down, young woman," the Marquis said harshly. "Allow me to finish speaking. As I say, I object to pretence, but I object even more to this way of bundling a helpless young woman off abroad as though she were no more than a pawn."

He paused a moment before saying,

"I am prepared to enter this false engagement if it is the only way I can help you."

"But – " Lavina stammered, not certain that she had heard correctly, "you just said that you would not help us."

"Never mind what I said then. Listen to what I'm saying now. I am prepared to do as you wish."

For a moment both the Earl and Lavina were silent in astonishment.

Then the Earl said in a voice which sounded strange,

"If you mean that, I can only say 'thank you' from the very depths of my heart."

There were tears in Lavina's eyes. As she spoke, two of them ran down her cheeks.

"Thank you – thank you!" she murmured. "I have been so frightened – you are kindness itself and I am so very, very grateful."

"That's enough of that," the Marquis said brusquely. "I don't want thanks, and I'm not kindness itself. I never do anything that doesn't suit me, as you will soon understand. And please don't bore me with the waterworks. I can't stand weeping and wailing females."

"I do not weep and wail," Lavina flashed. "I was trying to be pleasant to you, to express my gratitude for – "

"Very well, there's no need to say any more," he said impatiently. "Kindly keep your emotions for some time when I am not present."

Lavina gave him a furious glance, but, reading only indifference in his face, bit back her words and seethed in silence.

If anybody had told her that it was possible to be so furiously angry with a man who was doing her a favour, she would not have believed it.

"Lord Ringwood," the Marquis continued, "you may inform Her Majesty that your daughter is engaged to me. I give you leave to say all the right things and contact all the right people, but understand that I want no part of it."

"Of course," the Earl said eagerly. "I'll do everything."

"I suppose there'll have to be a devil of a fuss," said the Marquis, sounding bored. "It can't be helped. You'd better come and stay here for a while."

The grating sound of his voice robbed the invitation of all semblance of generosity, and prompted the Earl to say,

"That's very kind of you, but we don't wish to inconvenience you."

"Inconvenience me?" echoed the Marquis, as though he could not believe his ears. "Of course it inconveniences me. But I've given my word, and when I say I'll do a thing, then I do it properly. Rooms will be prepared for you, and I will expect you tonight."

He turned a hard look on Lavina.

"You will not, under any circumstances, marry Prince Stanislaus, because I will take whatever steps are necessary to thwart him. You have my word on that."

"I – thank you," she stammered. There was something in his look that almost frightened her.

"Do you understand?" he repeated. "I will do anything that is necessary. Anything."

For a moment Lavina was too taken aback to speak, Lord Elswick's manner was so strange. It was as though he were looking through her towards a far horizon, where he could see something that he wanted, and which had nothing to do with her.