Secret Heiress (9 page)

‘You are so kind to me.'

Eliza made sure that her employer had all she needed, following her down the stairs and out to the waiting carriage. It was strange how close she felt to Lady Sarah, almost as though she had known her all her life.

 

Eliza was a little overwhelmed by the noise and press of people mingling in the huge assembly rooms. She thought that all Bath society must have gathered for the occasion, their costly jewels glittering in the light from the heavy chandeliers. However, once they had passed into a room where chairs and sofas had been grouped they found friends.

‘Come and sit beside me,' Lady Julia invited. ‘Kate has been on the fidget since we arrived. Now you may leave us to ourselves and join the other young people.'

‘Are you comfortable, ma'am?' Eliza asked, looking at her employer. ‘Is there anything I may fetch you before I go with Kate?'

‘Lord Melcher is arranging some champagne—' Lady Julia broke off as two gentlemen approached, one tall and dark, the other slightly broader in the shoulder with fair hair and a little moustache. ‘Lord Smythe…Mr Thatcher, good evening. You know my daughter Kate, of course—may I introduce you to Miss Eliza Bancroft. She is visiting with my great friend Lady Sarah.'

‘Ma'am, Miss Henderson, Miss Bancroft.' Lord Smythe bowed to Kate. ‘May I have the honour of this next dance?'

‘Only if Mr Thatcher intends to dance with my friend Miss Bancroft,' Kate said with a wicked smile. ‘Afterwards, you may both change partners.'

‘Kate, you need not…' Eliza blushed, but the fair-haired gentleman bowed to her and smiled.

‘Miss Henderson need not have prompted me, Miss Bancroft. I shall be greatly honoured if you will grant me the favour of this dance—and another, if I may have your card for a moment?'

‘Oh…' Eliza hesitated and then handed him the little card she wore on a ribbon about her wrist. He wrote his name in a space later that evening and then offered his arm. ‘Thank you, Mr Thatcher. It is so kind of you.'

‘My pleasure, I assure you.'

She took his arm, feeling an immediate liking for a man who was clearly one of Kate's intimate friends.

‘Is this your first visit to Bath, Miss Bancroft?'

‘Yes. I have been living quietly in the country. My mother was ill for some months before she died—but Lady Sarah is so good to me.'

‘I do not know the lady well, but Lady Julia and Miss Henderson are good friends—and neighbours in the country. Father's estate is in Hampshire.'

‘We lived in Norfolk.'

Drawn into what was a lively country dance, Eliza was swept along by the music and enjoyed herself too much to be self-conscious or shy. She had never been given formal dancing lessons, but dances like this had been a part of the celebrations at the earl's home each Christmas. As the vicar's daughter she had been invited and knew how to perform most of the dances creditably.

The next set of dances was slower and more elegant. Eliza watched for a few moments, confident that she
knew the steps. When Lord Smythe asked her to dance she felt able to give him her hand.

After the first few dances, Kate and Eliza were reunited, and a steady stream of young and sometimes older gentlemen made their way to the girls to be introduced by one of the ladies or gentlemen present and to request a dance.

In consequence, both girls soon found their cards filled, except for those they had saved in advance. Eliza had kept two free just in case Lord Seaton should arrive later in the evening. He did not appear in the first hour or so and she sat one of them out, taking the chance for some refreshment with Lady Sarah.

 

It must have been nearly ten o'clock when she saw him coming towards her. Her heart leaped with excitement, because he was so very handsome in his immaculate evening dress and his smile seemed just for her.

‘Did you think I had forgotten my promise, Miss Bancroft?' Daniel asked. ‘I hope you have kept a dance for me—or have I lost it to another because of my tardy arrival?'

‘I did keep the next dance, sir—should you wish it.'

‘I most certainly do and I must beg your forgiveness for being so late. I was delayed by some important business.' He laughed as her brows arched. ‘No, I assure you. It was a card game with friends and I won—quite fairly.'

‘I would never suspect you of anything less,' she replied, a smile in her eyes.

Daniel inclined his head, taking her hand to draw her forwards into the throng of dancers. ‘This is a waltz. You have no objection, Miss Bancroft?'

‘I have danced a waltz only twice, Lord Seaton. You must forgive me if I am not entirely proficient.'

‘Just allow me to lead you. You need not fear, Miss Bancroft. You are in good hands.'

Eliza trembled inwardly as he put his hand at the small of her back, but her calm smile remained intact. As soon as they began to dance she lost all sense of nerves and the sensation was like floating to music. With no one else had Eliza experienced this glorious feeling of lightness and a sense of being far away from the crowd. It was as if she were alone with Lord Seaton and there was no one else in the world. Had she closed her eyes she could have believed she was dancing in the moonlight; there was no one but the man whose arms held her, making her heart beat with slow sure strokes. A little sigh of pleasure left her lips.

‘You approve,' Lord Seaton's teasing voice broke the spell. ‘I am better at dancing than some other things, perhaps?'

‘You must know you are an excellent dancer, sir.'

‘It is a pleasure to dance with you, Miss Bancroft. You are like thistledown in my arms. I could wish our dance might last for ever.'

His words so exactly mirrored her own thoughts that she felt a blaze of pure happiness. It was like being in heaven…the most wonderful feeling she had ever known.

When the music ended, Eliza felt a sharp pain of loss as he let her go and stood back. She wanted to be back in his arms, out in the moonlight. She wanted… She made an effort to control her emotions as he escorted her to her friends. This was so foolish! It was just a dance, even though it had seemed so much more.

Lady Sarah was talking to a gentleman Eliza had
never met before. She felt Lord Seaton's fingers tighten on her arm and sensed tension in him. Glancing at his face, she noticed the pulse flicking at his temple.

‘Ah, there you are, my dearest,' Lady Sarah said. ‘I should like to introduce you to the Marquis of Cheadle, Eliza. As I am sure you recall, it was he who sent his carriage to Norwich to collect you.'

‘Yes, of course, and I am extremely grateful, sir,' Eliza said, her keen gaze taking in a man in his late thirties or early forties perhaps, attractive, elegantly dressed with eyes of a greenish-brown that some called hazel. ‘It was a most comfortable journey due to your generosity.'

‘I am glad to hear it, Miss Bancroft, though my coachman tells me you had an unpleasant incident on the last stage of the journey?'

‘Oh…' Eliza resisted the temptation to look at Lord Seaton. ‘It was really nothing very much, my lord.'

‘Nothing, you say?' The marquis's eyes narrowed. ‘Not quite what I expected to hear, Miss Bancroft. But perhaps we should discuss this at another time? If I may call in the morning, I should like to hear your side of the affair.' He inclined his head and then looked at her companion. ‘Seaton, good evening.'

‘Cheadle. Where are you staying? I must call on you soon.'

‘Yes, I have a debt to settle. At your convenience, Seaton. We have a house in Queen's Square.'

‘Perhaps the day after tomorrow?'

‘If you wish.'

‘Eliza, I am ready to leave,' Lady Sarah said. ‘Lady Julia will see you home if you wish to stay later?'

‘No, thank you, ma'am. I am perfectly ready to leave.'

‘Very well. We shall say goodnight to our friends.'

‘Allow me to summon your carriage, ma'am,' Lord Seaton said and went off to arrange it.

Lady Sarah smiled as she took her leave of friends, but leaned on Eliza's arm, and she guessed that her employer was feeling tired.

Lord Seaton was there to see them into the carriage. Eliza sensed that he, too, had realised Lady Sarah was a little done up and his care for her employer pleased her.

‘Good evening, ladies,' he said and smiled as he stood back to allow the groom to close the door. ‘I shall call very soon.'

‘We shall always be pleased to see you, sir,' Lady Sarah assured him.

Eliza thanked him but said no more.

When they were settled in the carriage and on their way, she enquired if her employer was unwell.

‘Oh, no, my dear. Just a little tired.' Lady Sarah gave her a searching look. ‘You did not tell me that you were held up by a wicked highwayman, Eliza?'

‘It really was nothing, ma'am. I did not wish to distress you when there was no need.'

‘But Cheadle's coachman was concerned for a while that the rogue meant to kidnap you?'

‘No…he merely wished to…apologise.' Eliza blushed in the darkness of the carriage. She did not wish to lie to her generous employer, but how could she explain without giving Lord Seaton's secret away? ‘I believe he imagined someone else was in the carriage. It was a mere prank, ma'am—a bet, I believe, between friends.'

‘How very odd.' Lady Sarah's expression was troubled. ‘There is some mystery here. The marquis may
have an enemy. I believe he is sometimes suspected of being a ruthless gambler and worse.'

‘You say suspected? You do not think it?'

‘I think he may not be as black as he is painted. When he was younger…' Lady Sarah sighed. ‘That is the past and I must keep an open mind.'

Eliza sensed that her employer could say more, but she made no attempt to press her. Lady Sarah was silent for most of the remainder of their ride home. Eliza had her own thoughts to keep her mind occupied and her employer was entitled to her secrets.

She saw Lady Sarah safely upstairs, made sure she was being looked after by her maid and then went to bed herself. It had been such a strange evening, filled with sharp memories that Eliza knew would tease her for a long time to come.

She had hung her wonderful dress where she could see it, thinking that it must have been the dress that had brought her so many partners at the ball.

It had been exciting for a girl used to the quiet country life, especially her waltz with Daniel Seaton.

No, she must think of him as Lord Seaton! To allow more intimate thoughts of him would be too dangerous. Daniel Seaton had caused her to fall into a bramble bush and then helped her recover. He had held up her coach, ridden off with her and then kissed her. She might have let herself dream of Daniel, but Lord Seaton must marry a rich wife for the sake of his estate.

As such she could never hope to marry a man like Lord Seaton and so must forget the way her heart jolted when he touched her.

Taking her ring from her dressing case, Eliza slipped it on the middle finger of her right hand. As yet she had not worn it—perhaps she was afraid of what she
might discover? Supposing she were to find her mother and then learn that she was not wanted—that the lady resented being found? Her life was happy now. It might be better to leave things as they were. Had her mother cared, she would surely not have given her away. Putting the ring away, she turned her mind to other things.

She must be careful when the marquis questioned her the next morning. Lady Sarah had accepted her explanation, but would the marquis press for more details?

 

Daniel left the assembly after his dance with Miss Henderson. He had attended for the sole purpose of partnering Miss Eliza Bancroft and the sight of her in that white gown had taken his breath away. She looked like one of the Season's top débutantes and already the tongues had started wagging.

‘Who do you suppose she is?' one young buck had asked after he returned from escorting Lady Sarah to her carriage. ‘Do you suppose she is an heiress?'

A devil must have been sitting on his shoulder at that moment for Daniel smiled enigmatically and said, ‘Oh, I doubt there is enough for you, Carstairs. You would run through ten thousand in a year and ruin both her and yourself.'

‘Want her for yourself, do you?' Carstairs looked at him suspiciously. ‘So she is a secret heiress and you're in the know.'

‘Did I say that?' Daniel suddenly felt uneasy as he saw the gleam in the other man's eyes. He realised the young fool was convinced Eliza was an heiress, but shrugged it off. No doubt someone would tell him the truth before long.

As he walked home, Daniel's thoughts were divided between the way Eliza had felt in his arms, her smile
and the scent of her—and what he ought to say to the marquis when they met. Cheadle was unlikely to confess if he had conspired in the despicable trade of stealing and selling young women.

He still hadn't spoken to Lord Roberts and was feeling less and less inclined towards a convenient marriage. It would be ridiculous to toss away his one chance of saving his estate because of a young woman's smile. Eliza might have set his body aflame with a need so strong that it had taken all his willpower to stop himself sweeping her up in his arms and running off with her to a spot where he could make love to her.

He frowned, cursing himself for a fool. Love was surely no more than a fleeting thing. The wise course would be to seek Lord Roberts out first thing in the morning, and yet Daniel knew that he would wait. He had won a thousand guineas at play that evening. Perhaps the bank would accept it as a down payment on his most pressing debts.

E
liza woke with a sigh on her lips. Her dream had been so enjoyable. She had been living at a pleasant house in the country. In the garden children were playing and she had been aware of a feeling of deep content.

The feeling faded as she recalled that the Marquis of Cheadle was calling that morning. He would want to know every detail of what had happened when a masked highwayman held his carriage at pistol point, and there was so much she could never tell him.

Had she been able to avoid what must obviously be an awkward interview, she would have done so. However, she suspected that the marquis did not give up easily. He was determined to have the truth and she must try to oblige him, without giving Daniel's secret away.

Oh dear, she was beginning to think of Lord Seaton as Daniel. She suspected that he had been at the centre of her happy dream the previous night and knew she was being very silly. Kate had told her that he was a consummate flirt, though not precisely a rake. He had
a mistress and might consider she was fair game, for a companion was not off bounds as a girl like Kate Henderson would be.

A part of her felt that she had known him for years. She both liked and trusted him despite his brief adventure as a highwayman, yet she must not like him too much.

Dressing in a simple grey gown that was far more suitable for her situation than the gown she had worn the previous evening, she went along the hall to see if her employer needed anything. It would be best for all concerned if she put Lord Seaton out of her mind.

 

Both Eliza and Lady Sarah were in the parlour when the marquis was announced at a quarter to noon. Eliza felt a sinking sensation in her stomach as he was shown into the elegant room.

However, the marquis seemed a perfectly polite gentleman, enquiring after the ladies' health before sitting down and turning his attention to Eliza.

‘Well, Miss Bancroft, perhaps you could explain to me what happened that day? My coachman says that the rogue rode off with you. He was fearful for your safety, but you returned a short while later seeming none the worse for your ordeal.' His gaze narrowed intently. ‘Could you explain that little mystery, please?'

Eliza glanced at Lady Sarah and then took a deep breath. ‘I am not perfectly certain what was intended, sir. The…gentleman seemed interested in discovering what I was doing in your carriage, sir.' Her cheeks felt hot as she avoided his eyes. ‘I hardly like to say what was implied…'

‘Indeed?' The marquis was silent for a moment, then,
‘May I hazard a guess that the rogue imagined you my mistress?'

‘I think something of the kind was in his mind. When I denied it I was allowed to return to the carriage.'

‘I see.' The marquis stood up and took a little turn about the parlour before coming back to her. ‘It would seem the rogue claims to have knowledge of me. I must have made an enemy. Were you robbed, Miss Bancroft? I shall repay whatever was stolen, for it was clearly I or someone close to me he meant to rob.'

‘No. My purse was returned to me and a ring that is precious to me. It is all I have of my mother, you see.'

‘And he did not harm or insult you in any way?'

‘Not at all, sir.' Eliza faltered. ‘I thought it a foolish prank—perhaps for a wager?'

‘A prank you think? Had my men used their weapons, he or they might have died or been badly injured. I do not call that a mere prank, Miss Bancroft.' She looked at him. His gaze was so severe that she dropped her head. ‘Was there anything you noticed in particular about the rogue? His voice, manner—the colour of his eyes?'

‘Oh…' She hesitated, then, ‘His voice was rough, but may have been disguised. His eyes may have been grey…or perhaps blue. I could not be certain, sir. I was a little nervous. I am sorry I cannot tell you more.'

‘You have told me more than you imagine,' he replied with a nod of satisfaction. ‘Plainly, the man is no common thief, but someone with a grudge against me personally.'

‘Who do you think it could be?' Lady Sarah asked as Eliza remained silent.

‘Someone who knows me well enough to need to disguise himself, though not as well as he imagines. I do not trap decent young ladies into becoming my mistress,
though I shall not deny certain accommodations in the past with married ladies who understood the rules.' His expression relaxed a little. ‘Please forgive me, Miss Bancroft. I am sorry you were used so ill when under my protection. The rogue will be brought to justice, I assure you. If he is a gentleman, he will meet me for this and think himself fortunate to escape the noose.'

‘I am sorry you feel this a personal slight. I am certain it was a harmless prank.'

‘I am surprised that you should take this so calmly, Miss Bancroft. Very surprised.'

He looked at Eliza hard and she blushed. What must he be thinking? Perhaps that she was involved with a man of ill repute—and therefore not the proper person to be companion to Lady Sarah?'

She noticed that he rubbed at the little finger of his left hand, as if he were seeking for something he had lost. Lady Sarah noticed it too.

‘You do not wear your ring,' Lady Sarah murmured. ‘Is it lost?'

‘Temporarily. I hope to have it restored soon.'

‘Mine was lost years ago, but a ring is just a ring. Memories never leave one.'

During the silence that followed her words, Eliza sensed an undercurrent of feeling—of sharing. It was so intense that she wished she might leave them together without appearing to suggest she understood. In her mind there was no doubt that there had been something special between the marquis and her employer. She could feel the sadness and saw echoes of a lost love in Lady Sarah's eyes. Her senses told her that there was an old mystery here, but in seconds the barriers were in place again. A casual politeness was resumed
and the marquis turned to Eliza, his eyes narrowed and thoughtful.

‘My wife and daughter are in Bath. They did not attend the assembly last evening for they wished to recover from the journey. I think my daughter must be two years or so younger than you, Miss Bancroft. I shall make certain that both you and Lady Sarah are invited to our ball.'

‘How kind of you, sir,' Eliza said.

‘We shall be delighted to attend.' Lady Sarah smiled a little wistfully. ‘How is Marianne? And your wife?'

‘Both are well. In confidence, I must tell you that we are expecting an offer for Marianne quite soon.'

‘I am sure she will marry well. She is, I know, a delightful girl.'

The marquis nodded, glanced at his watch, asked to be forgiven and took his leave.

Lady Sarah was silent for a few minutes after he had gone, staring into space as if her mind were elsewhere. Eliza noticed that her hand trembled as she reached for a glass of restorative wine. She gave a little cry as it tipped and spilled a few drops.

‘How clumsy of me…'

‘So easily done,' Eliza said and swiftly wiped the spill with a napkin the maid had brought earlier with their refreshments. ‘There, it was only a little and no harm done…' She turned and saw that Lady Sarah's cheeks were wet with tears. ‘Ma'am, are you ill?'

‘No, just upset.' Lady Sarah dabbed at her cheeks with a lace kerchief. ‘Sit beside me, Eliza. I am going to tell you a secret, because I think you may have guessed at least a part of my story.'

‘You need tell me nothing, ma'am.'

‘I wish you to know.' Lady Sarah reached for her
hand. ‘You will speak of this to no one else. I know I may trust you, my dear. I was once very much in love with the gentleman who has just left us. He was handsome and charming, but at the time not rich. I was married to Lord Manners. He was not kind or loving and spent all his time with his mistresses in town. Because I was lonely, I was drawn into a love affair with a younger man. Henry was charming and he adored me. My husband discovered the affair, but would not release me. When my lover's child was born, he took it away from me and forced me to give up my lover. I was devastated, but my husband was a cold cruel man and Cheadle would have been ruined had I defied him. He was younger than I and I felt it would be unfair to burden him with a woman who could not appear in society and a child—and so I chose seclusion in the country, where I stayed seeing only a few friends until my husband died.'

‘Oh, ma'am, how dreadful for you,' Eliza exclaimed in sympathy. ‘I am so very sorry. I think you loved the marquis very much?'

‘He begged me to go away with him. My husband warned me that he would follow and kill us both. Even had my lover killed him in a duel, which he wanted to do, he would have lost everything. He could not have been an officer in the army with such a scandal hanging over him, and his uncle might easily have disowned him. I could not ruin his life so I agreed to my husband's terms, though it broke my heart. Do you think me weak and foolish?'

‘Certainly not. You were trapped. There was nothing else you could do.'

‘I felt trapped until my husband died. He never forgave me and took every chance to punish me.'

‘I think you must have suffered a great deal.'

‘Yes, that is true. I have been lonely despite my friends and my son, who is very like his father. I hope one day to find my lost child, but my husband did not make it easy for me. Should I find her and acknowledge her, I should lose the right to live at the Dower House
and
the portion of his estate he left me. That would not leave me penniless, for I have money of my own, which was denied me while my husband lived—but I should be loathe to lose my home. However, I am determined to find my daughter if I can.' Her hand tightened on Eliza's. ‘At least I have you to keep me company. You have brought me a great deal of pleasure, Eliza. Indeed, it is almost like having my daughter with me.'

‘I am happy to be of some comfort to you, ma'am.'

For a moment Eliza was tempted to tell her her own story, but she decided that it would sound too particular, as if she were claiming some kind of kinship with Lady Sarah. That would be too much of a coincidence and was a foolish notion, which she instantly dismissed—though the stories were undoubtedly similar.

‘You are far more than that. Having you here has given me a reason to live, Eliza. I was quite low before you came.'

Eliza smiled and held her hand until she recovered her spirits. She was surprised and honoured to have been given her employer's confidence. It showed trust and liking on Lady Sarah's part and gave Eliza a warm glow inside. Not since Mama's death had she felt needed or loved in quite this way. Of course no one would ever replace the woman who had given her so much love in her heart, but there was room for a good friend and she had found that friend in Lady Sarah.

‘Your invitation to join you was such a wonderful
thing for me, ma'am. I had so little experience and did not know if my advertisement would bring any answers.'

‘It was so honest and simple that I knew you would be the right kind of girl. I shall of course keep you with me until you wish to move on, Eliza. I spoke of a trial period, but already I know you so well.' She sighed with relief. ‘I feel better for having told you.' She sat up straight in her chair. ‘Now we must both get ready. We are going visiting this afternoon. We shall call and take a dish of tea with various of my friends, but first we must have nuncheon here. Just a light meal, for this evening, as you know, we dine with Lady Julia and Kate.'

 

The afternoon passed swiftly. Eliza found herself looking from the carriage window in the hope of catching sight of Daniel Seaton. Had she known his direction she might have sent a short note to his lodgings warning him that the Marquis of Cheadle intended to discover the identity of the highwayman. She hoped she had not said anything that would give the marquis a clue. She had sensed something between him and Lord Seaton when they spoke the previous evening. Did Cheadle already suspect him? No, no, why should he? Yet there was definitely some hidden antagonism between the two.

The marquis intended to get to the bottom of the affair. Eliza wished that she could warn Daniel, but fate was not kind to her that day. He was nowhere to be seen in the streets they drove through, nor was he invited to Lady Julia's dinner.

 

It was not until the next morning that fortune smiled on her. Lady Sarah had asked that she visit the
library and pick up a small packet from the home of Dr Morgan.

‘Doctor Morgan has prepared some new powders for me, Eliza. I could send one of the maids, but I prefer not to disclose private matters to others and the servants will talk. His house is close by the library and it will save the doctor another visit.'

‘I shall be happy to fetch the books and your medicine.'

Eliza was pleased with the chance of a walk. She hoped she might have the good fortune to meet with Daniel Seaton and chanced to see him leaving a small hotel opposite the doctor's house.

‘Lord Seaton,' she called. ‘A moment, if you please.'

He heard her voice and crossed the quiet street to greet her with a warm smile. ‘Well met, Miss Bancroft. I was thinking I might call on the chance you were free to drive out with me this afternoon.'

‘I fear I have a prior arrangement with Miss Henderson, but I am glad of a chance to speak with you, sir. Had I known the direction of your lodgings, I should have sent a note yesterday.'

‘Indeed?' His eyes were suddenly intent and very blue. ‘That sounds serious.'

‘I believe it may be. The Marquis of Cheadle knows of the hold-up. He questioned me closely. I told him as little as I dare, but he suspects the highwayman may be a gentleman—perhaps someone he knows.'

‘I am undone,' Daniel cried and grinned as he saw her start of alarm. ‘No, Miss Bancroft, how could he guess? I dare say there are a hundred gentlemen in London who may have a score to settle with Cheadle.'