Regency Romance: The Rake's Fake Marriage (Historical Arranged Marriage Romance) (19th Century Victorian Romance) (84 page)

He walked up to the front door, which was wide open shouted, ''Sir John.''

Sir John appeared from a room at the back of the hallway. Peter noticed how hungover he looked. His eyes were bloodshot and when he came closer he could smell alcohol.

''Peter, splendid. To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?''

''I want to talk to you about your investments.''

''Then you'd better come in.'' Peter followed him across the entrance hall, down a corridor and into a study. It was the most untidy office Peter had ever been in. The desk was piled high with old newspapers, and empty whiskey bottles. The fireplace hadn't been cleaned out for days, and a fat cat lay on the only chair in the room. Sir John shook the chair, and the cat reluctantly got up, stretched and jumped down.

''Please sit down, Peter.''

Peter looked at the hairs on the seat and declined. ''I need to talk to you about the investments we made on your behalf in the Beaufort Hotel Project.''

''What about it?''

''The stocks have lost seventy five percent of their value.''

Sir John slumped down into the chair. ''How the hell could that have happened?''

''Quite simple really. As I remember I warned you at the time that this was an investment with high risk. When you invested, the hotel hadn't been built and, of course, there was no way of knowing how it would perform once it was finished. Now the hotel stands in the middle of London, and it seems few people want to visit it. The expected profits haven't materialized, and therefore the stocks have become far less valuable. This was an investment for someone with limitless means, someone who could risk some capital. Not for someone like you, Sir John.''

''Do you think there is any possibility the stocks may once again rise in value.''

''I think it unlikely. There are simply too many hotels in the capital.''

''Then I fear I am very close to financial ruin. I have instructed workmen to refurbish the whole house. Now I am not sure how I will pay for it.''

''I can only advise you to sell the stocks at their current value. At least you will be able to save some of your initial investment.''

*****

Emily looked at herself in the mirror. Mary stood behind her and grinned. ''You look lovely my lady,'' she said. Emily had asked Mary to do her hair differently. She had tired of the ringlets, and wanted something a little more adventurous. Mary had parted her hair in the middle and straightened it, so that it fell down the side of her face. ''You look like Cleopatra,' 'Mary added. Emily comforted herself with the thought that Mary had no idea what Cleopatra looked like.

Emily liked her new hair, but wasn't at all sure about her dress. When she'd had it fitted she'd loved it, but now it appeared a little too risque. She had bought it to excite Peter. But she and Peter weren't getting along, and it seemed strange for her to bear herself under those circumstances. On the other hand, she wasn't prepared to give up on her marriage and she wanted to do all she could, to attract the man she loved back into her arms. Perhaps her low décolleté would help in some way to attract his attention, she thought.

When Emily came down the stairs, Peter was in the hallway putting on his coat. When he looked up and saw how beautiful his wife looked, a ripple of guilt ran through him. ''Very nice,'' he said. Emily was taken aback that he had noticed.

The journey to the Sutherland's home, was a short one. When Emily and Peter's carriage arrived, they found themselves in a queue of carriages, all waiting to deliver their occupants to the front door. Emily sat patiently and looked at the house. The Sutherlands were an aristocratic family. The family had owned Staveley Hall since it was built two hundred years previously, and they had built extension after extension, until the house was almost as big as Sir John's.

Emily was helped down by the driver when it was finally their turn to alight. She took Peter's arm, and walked through the front door, into a magnificent entrance hall. The floor was made of local stone and had a warm yellow glow. There was a huge fire which welcomed guests on this cold winters evening, and it seemed no expense had been spared on flowers. Each column was adorned with large bouquets of imported red roses.

A groom took their coats, and showed them down a corridor and into the ball room.

''Lord and Lady Wallace,'' the announcer shouted as Emily and her husband entered the hall. It was very full indeed. In front of them, Emily saw many people dancing to the tune of the small orchestra, which was located off to her left, on a raised stage. Both sides of the dance floor were packed with onlookers. Peter and Emily pushed their way through the crowd, and stood at the back of the hall, next to the tea room entrance.

''I'm going to the card room, it's far too full in here,'' Peter said.

''Very well, I will stay here. I know some of the ladies here, I will talk with them a while.''

Peter strode off and left Emily standing by herself. She nodded at some ladies she knew from previous parties at the Sutherland's, and looked at the dancers. There were six ladies and six men lined up for a new dance. As the music started they bowed to one another, and began to move to various positions where they would dance around each other. It was quite a spectacular scene. The men were dressed in tail coats and brightly colored waistcoats, and the ladies in a variety of dazzling gowns. Emily began to feel a little more at ease when she saw some ladies had chosen to reveal even more bust than she.

''Lady Emily, how nice to see you here.''

''Sir John,'' Emily said, as she stood back from his whiskey laden breath.

''Would you dance with me?''

''Sir John, it is kind of you to ask. Unfortunately I shall not be dancing this evening. Thank you all the same. Prey tell me, are you quite well, you look rather off color.''

''I've had a nasty shock. You're husband called to see me and I'm afraid he did not come with good news. I stand on the verge of financial ruin, and it is likely I shall have to sell my home.''

''Oh, Sir John, it pains me to hear that. Please let me know if there is anything I can do to assist you.''

''It is below a man of my standing to accept help from a woman, although I do thank you for your kind offer. Please excuse me, my glass is empty.''

Emily stood alone again and looked around. She didn't recognize anyone she knew, so she decided to try her luck in the tea room. It too was very full, and quite stuffy. This time however, Emily did recognize some ladies and they beckoned for her to come and join them. Each of them was older than Emily and they were all married. Emily drank some very hot tea and listened to them talk of the exploits of their respective children. After a short time, she suddenly became quite faint and her complexion turned milky white.

''Are you quite well, dear,'' asked one of her conversation partners.

''No, I feel quite faint. I am very hot, I think it is a mixture of the tea and the stuffiness of this room. If you will excuse me ladies, I need some air.''

Emily walked out of the tea room, down the side of the dance floor and out of ballroom. In the corridor, it was slightly cooler but she was still far too hot. Instead of walking all the way down the corridor, and out through the official entrance, she opened a door in the side of the corridor and stepped outside. She began to feel better as the cold December air filled her lungs. She was standing on a path that seemed to run alongside the house. In front of her, there was a large oak tree and beyond that, a high hedge. Emily was mindful that she was dressed only in her ball gown and that she mustn't stay outside for too long, but she was enjoying the cooling effect of the cold air. She walked a few steps and leaned against the trunk of the oak tree.

When she heard voices, she listened to see where they were coming from. It appeared there were people behind the hedge. She could hear the voice of a man and a woman. She listened more intently as the woman spoke.

''And what will I get out of it, if I assist you?''

''I will make sure you never want for money ever again. Emily is rich beyond measure.'' When Emily heard her name, her heart began to race. Who were these people, and what were they talking about, she thought.

*****

In the card room, Peter had played four hands and lost every one. ''I'm sure my luck must change at some point,” he laughed. The man sitting next to him looked at him sympathetically, as he drew on his cigar, and send a ball of smoke towards the ceiling.

''Lord Wallace, I'm afraid a lot of people seem to be losing money these days, and not just at cards. The markets are in turmoil. What do you make of it?''

''It is very worrying. I'm afraid it is terribly difficult to find good investments. It isn't a good time now. We are constantly at war with France and war is never good for the markets. Everyone seems to get very jittery when the bullets begin to fly. The best place to have your money is, either in cash, in the bank, or tied up in land or property.''

''Yes, it's a terrible mess at the moment. I have lost quite an amount recently, but luckily I was sensible enough, to only invest a tiny fraction of my wealth in stocks. Not like the poor blighter in Bead House. His property backs onto mine and one day, he told me he's lost just about all he has, on some hotel deal in London.''

''How very unfortunate for him. Hotels are really not the kind of thing you should invest in at the moment thought.''

''No, quite. Peter do you know what the best investment is in life?''

''Prey tell me.''

''A good woman. Look at you. You have the best looking wife in the area and she looks after your household with such precision it is scarcely believable. Add in the fact that she is wealthy, and you have to conclude that such an investment could never be beaten.''

''Indeed, although I am not sure the fairer sex would be too happy if they knew we looked upon them as investments.''

''One exception to that rule is that woman in the village. What's her name? Ah, yes Mrs. Pemberly. She has no money whatsoever. Her husband left her almost bankrupt. And her daughter doesn't seem to help. I hear she swans around London spending what little money they do have.''

''Really? It's your turn again. Did you hear of the new alterations at Newmarket Racecourse?'' Peter asked, eager to change the subject.

*****

''Alright, I'll help you, but how do we go about it,'' the woman said.

''You have Lord Wallace's trust, do you not?'' the man said.

''Yes, I do. I only have to say the word and he jumps.''

''Good, then I suggest we proceed as follows.''

Emily felt as though she was going to pass out as she listened to their plotting.

''Get him to meet you at his office in London, and offer him a lift home in your carriage. I'll meet the carriage where the road runs through the forest and stop you. It will look like a robbery. I'll get him out of the carriage and shoot him. That way you can be a witness and give the police a totally false description of me.''

''But what about the driver? Surely his account will contradict mine?''

''I'll shoot him too.''

''And what makes you think Lady Wallace will marry you after the deed is done?''

''She’ll be lonely. She's twenty five, and after her husband’s funeral, she will be twenty six. Nobody will want such an old widower. I'll come along and provide her with company and understanding. After that, she won't want to be lonely, and she'll be bound to marry me.''

''Alright, Sir John. We will do it. Now I must get back to the ball, people will be missing me.''

Emily hid around the back of the tree as Miss Pemberly came from behind the bush and went back into the building. Sir John followed at a discreet distance.

*****

Emily looked out of the bedroom window and saw Peter getting into the carriage. He was going to London again, and again she was going to spend the night alone in Sedgefield House.

After breakfast she put on her coat and walking shoes and went into the garden. Milly and Flossy almost knocked Emily over in their haste to get outside. Emily headed for the gate and after the two dogs had visited the flower beds, they joined her. Emily wondered whether she should be out at all because there was a bitterly cold wind blowing from the north. She persevered and eventually reached the village. After the wooden foot bridge, the two dogs turned left as they always did. They were quite confused when Emily walked the other way. They soon caught her up and bounded past her. As Emily walked up the main street, she didn't see a soul. It must be the quietest village in England, she thought.

At the end of the village she turned right, and walked up to Bead House. Milly growled at the man who was chiseling a piece of stone into shape and Flossy chased the fat cat around the back of the house. Emily knocked on the door and waited. After and age Patterson appeared and showed her inside.

Sir John appeared. ''Emily,'' he exclaimed, pleased to see her.

''Sir John, can I come in and talk to you?'' she asked.

''Of course, it's very nice to see you.'' Emily walked inside and into the drawing room. Sir John made an attempt to clear away some bottles but gave up when he realized there too many.