Regency Innocents (38 page)

‘And who, pray, is the dasher upon young Baron Dunning's arm?' he enquired, turning to make an exaggerated bow to Susannah.

While the introductions were made, the horse became quite skittish.

‘You were correct about this brute,' Mr Lampton said to Mr Jay, tugging ineffectually on the horse's reins while its hindquarters surged across the path. ‘Too high spirited by half.'

‘Yes. I say, don't you think you ought to …?' Looking somewhat alarmed, Mr Jay let go of Deborah's arm and darted under the horse's tossing head. Shooting a look over his shoulder, he said to Baron Dunning, ‘Perhaps you should move the ladies a little further away.'

While he set about calming the horse, with a competence Deborah had to admire, Baron Dunning linked arms with her and moved her out of range of those potentially dangerous hooves.

And somehow, once the incident was over, Mr Jay had the horse, Baron Dunning had Deborah on his arm, leaving Mr Lampton in sole possession of Susannah.

That was how it remained, all the way home. And Baron Dunning, far from exerting himself to be pleasant to Deborah, could not disguise his annoyance at being so neatly cut out by the newcomer. Deborah felt amused, rather than offended, only wondering how on earth Susannah would decide between all her suitors in the end. Although, if she could not make up her mind, there was nothing to stop her from returning to London again the next year. She was wealthy enough to be choosy. Her parents would not mind in the least if she went home without a husband in tow. So long as she enjoyed herself, and did not throw herself away on a nobody.

She sighed, remembering their conversation the morning after the Marquis of Lensborough's ball.

‘I am not to throw myself away on a nobody,' she had said defiantly, when Deborah had challenged her for asking her mother to make further enquiries about Captain Fawley. ‘Even if he is not what I thought him at first, I must not encourage him if he does not have any prospects.'

Sadly for Captain Fawley, it had not taken her mother long to discover that his prospects were non-existent.

‘The eighth Earl of Walton married twice,' she had explained. ‘The first marriage was arranged by his family, while he was scarce out of his teens, to ensure the succession, for he was the only son. They matched him with one of the Lampton girls, who, eventually, presented him with a healthy boy. He chose his own wife the second time he married, for reasons of sentiment, rather than duty. There was some sort of scandal about the time he died, which I have not been able to get to the bottom of, but the upshot was that the boys were parted and reared separately. The current Earl,' she said, leaning forward in her chair to dispense her nugget of gossip in a thrilled tone, ‘scoured the battlefields of Spain to find Captain Fawley when he got news of how severely injured he was. He brought him home, and spent a fortune having him nursed back to health, thus effecting their reconciliation.'

‘So,' said Susannah, getting to the nub of the matter, ‘does that mean he is eligible, or not? If he is truly the younger son of an Earl, he must have a title, as well as his rank of captain from the army, must he not? And …'
She bit at her lower lip as she hesitated over broaching the indelicate topic of money.

But Mrs Gillies knew what interested her charge, without having to have it spelt out for her.

‘No, he was never officially recognised as the eighth Earl's son. Nor did the old man leave him anything in his will. It all went to the current Earl. All Captain Fawley has is his army pension.'

‘That's shocking!' cried Deborah, her fists clenching in indignation. ‘Why was he cut out of the inheritance? It is not as if the present Earl cannot afford to spare a little. He must be one of the wealthiest men in England!'

Susannah laughed. ‘Don't be such a goose, Debs. Isn't it obvious? Haven't you wondered why the two so-called brothers bear not the slightest resemblance to one another? No wonder the Lamptons threw the second wife out.' Picking up her cup of tea, and taking a dainty sip, she added, ‘Well, that rules him out, for certain. Papa would never countenance me marrying a man who was born on the wrong side of the blanket.'

‘Now, Susannah, dear, I hope you won't go around suggesting that I even hinted that Captain Fawley might not be legitimate. The Earl of Walton gets most upset with anyone who repeats that old scandal. He guards his brother's reputation zealously. And if you offend a man of his standing …'

Susannah had shrugged, calmly putting Captain Fawley out of her mind now that she had no further use for him.

It was a relief to get home from their walk in Hyde Park and slough off the disappointed suitors who would,
if etiquette had not forbidden such tactics, have cheerfully shoved Mr Lampton off the pavement in order to pry Susannah from his side. Deborah was not surprised when, upon entering her mother's room, her friend's first words were of her latest conquest.

‘What do you know about the Honourable Percy Lampton?' she said, perching on a chair beside the bed, where Mrs Gillies had been taking her afternoon nap. ‘Is he one of the Lamptons who are related to the Earl of Walton? He looks as if he might be!'

Mrs Gillies struggled into a sitting position, while Deborah plumped up her pillows.

‘From the way you have bounced into the room, I assume he has taken your fancy?' said Mrs Gillies, with a yawn. ‘Of course, he will probably be a handsome devil, if he is anything like his father.' Her eyes took on a dreamy look as she delved back into reminiscences of her youth. ‘And, yes, he is cousin to the present Earl. Very good
ton
, the Lamptons.' Suddenly, her eyes snapped back into focus. ‘Eminently respectable family. Pride themselves on it, in fact. I do not know exactly how young Percy is situated financially, but if you like, I shall find out.'

Susannah leant forward, giving Mrs Gillies an impetuous hug. ‘Thank you!'

Deborah and her mother watched her practically dance out of the room, with similarly thoughtful expressions.

‘I think Susannah may have met her match,' said Mrs Gillies, at length.

Remembering the ruthlessly charming way he had outmanoeuvred his two rivals in the park, Deborah was forced to agree with her.

* * *

‘What the devil is Lampton playing at, that is what I want to know.' Captain Fawley scowled at his brother, across the dining table, some ten days later. ‘The way he is monopolising Miss Hullworthy is becoming the talk of the clubs. And don't tell me he is thinking of marrying her, for I won't believe it. Apart from the fact he enjoys his bachelor status far too much to hazard it for any woman, no Lampton would stoop to marrying a cit's daughter.'

The Earl of Walton frowned thoughtfully into his glass of port. ‘He lacks only four months to his thirtieth birthday,' he said at length, enigmatically.

‘What has that to say to anything?'

The Earl sighed, then looked his younger brother full in the face. ‘What is Miss Hullworthy to you, Robert? Do you care for her?'

‘I certainly don't want to see her ruined. Good God, you know what a menace Lampton is around women. Only remember the trouble he caused Heloise when she first came to London!'

Percy Lampton had joined forces with the Earl's discarded mistress in an attempt to soil his young bride's reputation. The marriage had very nearly foundered before the Earl had got wise to what was going on.

‘I don't forget it,' said the Earl crisply. Although, in this particular case, I think I can see what motivates him.'

‘Well, I cannot! Much as I dislike the man,' he said with a pensive frown, ‘he strikes me as too fastidious to get embroiled in the kind of scandal that would erupt if he really did seduce her ….'

‘He won't need to go so far. All he means to do, I think, is to keep her away from you until he attains the age of thirty.'

‘What has his age to do with anything?'

The Earl sighed. ‘Upon his thirtieth birthday, Percy Lampton will come into a substantial inheritance.'

‘But what has that to do with me? Or Miss Hullworthy, come to that?'

‘You brought her to his notice, Robert, by pursuing her so hotly. Inviting her to Lensborough's engagement ball caused the devil of a stir.'

‘That was my intent,' Captain Fawley replied brusquely. ‘But why should Lampton think my affairs are any of his business?'

‘Because of my Aunt Euphemia's will, I should think,' he said wryly. ‘Which rather ambiguously named either you, or Percy Lampton as her heir.'

Captain Fawley went very still. ‘I have been named in the will of some woman that I have never heard of? Why has nobody informed me of the fact until today?'

The Earl shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Aunt Euphemia died not long after I brought you home from Spain. My mother's family always regarded her as something of an eccentric, but when her will was finally read out, they declared she must have been unhinged. I do not think so. And nor did her lawyers or her doctors. Naming you as her beneficiary was not an irrational act, but rather her attempt to redress the injustice she felt her brothers had done to you over the matter of your upbringing.'

‘Felt
they had done?'

The Earl acknowledged his brother's objection. ‘Did
do. We both know your mother should have been moved to the dower house and granted an annuity, and that you should have been brought up at Wycke, along with me.' He clenched his fist on the tabletop. ‘They would have contested Aunt Euphemia's will, too, if I had not convinced them I had the resources to fight them tooth and nail until there would have been nothing left for anyone to inherit. Eventually, we reached a compromise with the trustees of her estate, which ensured that at least her fortune would remain intact until such time as one of you met with certain conditions.' He swirled his port round in his glass, staring into it meditatively. ‘I rather think they ceded to my terms, instead of embarking on what would have been a protracted legal case because, at that time, nobody really expected you to survive.' He smiled mirthlessly.

‘All right,' Captain Fawley grated, ‘I accept that at the time this will was read, you acted on my behalf, since everyone thought I was about to stick my spoon in the wall. But I have been living under your roof for nigh on two years. Why is this the first I have heard about the will?'

‘Would you believe me if I told you I did not think it would do you any good?'

‘Not do me any good? I have a substantial sum of money owed me—at least I must assume it is, or the Lamptons would not have considered contesting the will to get it—and you say it would not do me any good?' Captain Fawley got to his feet, blood surging hotly through his veins. This was not the first time he had felt such hatred for his brother. No, he checked himself, only his half-brother. Though they shared the
same father, his mother had never quite made the grade with the Earl's starchy relations. They had evicted her from his father's home before he was cold in his grave, threatening her with all sorts of dire consequences should she try to claim anything from her late husband's estate. Bereft, pregnant and without powerful friends to advise her, she had quietly returned to her middle-class family and dwindled away.

‘What are you about, Walton? You pretend to act in my interests, but how can I forget that your mother was a Lampton too?'

Walton barely reacted to his brother's thinly veiled accusation.

‘You forget, perhaps, that I mentioned there were conditions attached to you inheriting anything,' he said with icy calm. ‘Until a few weeks ago, nobody, least of all myself, could have guessed you might want to meet them.'

‘If I had known what they are, I would have been able to make the decision for myself!'

‘Then do so now,' the Earl stated coldly. ‘If you truly wish to escape the ignominy of living on my charity, all you have to do is make a respectable marriage. For one thing my aunt made resoundingly clear. She had no wish to have a bachelor living in her house. But do not tarry, Robert. If you are not married by the time Percy attains the age of thirty, then the trustees have decreed everything will go to him. He is, after all, a blood relative, which you are not.'

Robert felt as though the wind had been knocked out of him. No woman in her right mind would marry him. He knew it. Charles knew it.
That
was why he had not
told him about the legacy. Knowing that a fortune lurked for ever just beyond his reach would only have added a further layer of torture to his existence.

He slumped back into his chair. Once again, he had lashed out at his brother, who had only ever had his welfare at heart. And sadly, though they both knew he hated having to subsist on his brother's charity, they also knew there was no viable alternative. Charles had offered on numerous occasions to make over to him the estates and trusts that should have been his, as the younger son of the Earl of Walton. Had he inherited them from his father, he would have been glad to live the life of a gentleman farmer, pottering about his acres. But the old man had not named him in his will … how could he, when he had not even been aware his wife was pregnant when he had died so suddenly? To accept them now, from his brother, out of some kind of misguided charity … He grimaced with distaste. No, he had been brought low enough, without stooping to accepting handouts, like some beggar on the streets.

If only he could be independent! His mind revolved over what Walton had just told him about this will. All he had to do, apparently, was to persuade a respectable female to marry him. Yes, that was all, he reflected bitterly. Persuade some poor woman to wake up to the nightmare of his face upon her pillow every morning.

Yet, Lampton must have thought he might have been able to persuade Miss Hullworthy to marry him. Or why would he have gone to such lengths to detach her from him?

‘Damn him!' He lurched to his feet. ‘Damn all the
Lamptons. And damn you too.' He rounded on his half-brother. ‘Oh, yes, you claim you acted for the best, but because you decided to keep me in the dark, Percy Lampton is dangling that girl on a string. If only I had known, I would—' He stopped, bitter rage roiling in his gut. ‘You have a lot to answer for, Walton,' he grated, turning on his heel and striding from the dining room.