Wicked and Wonderful (32 page)

“You must never think of it in that manner, uncle. I have been safe and beloved in the care of John and Margaret Ash,”

“They have cared for you well, then?”

“Sacrificing for me innumerable times.”

“Only, Judith, pray tell me what is this nonsense of your having refused the Earl of Kelthorne when he is persuaded you are very much in love with him?”

“‘Tis not nonsense. My absence for so many years in polite society will promote nothing but the worst gossip and it will soon be widely known where I have been. How can such a questionable existence ever allow Kelthorne, or any children we might have, a proper place in society?”

“There is only one proper place in society,” her uncle said. “Safely within the confidence and trust of one’s friends. Beyond that, ‘tis social squabbling and ill will, which I promise you has always existed and probably always shall no matter how innocent the circumstances. No, Judith, I am persuaded you are being something of a coward in not facing these problems.”

She did not like hearing such words but she sighed heavily nonetheless. She had already begun to see that her remaining with the troupe, when her identity as Judith Pensbury would very soon come to light, was becoming both unnecessary and ridiculous as each day passed especially given the manner in which Stolford had been vanquished at last.

At that moment, Margaret called to her, “Judy, come and be quick about it for ye will not believe what has happened.”

Judith rarely heard Margaret in such a state and rushed from her tent, bidding her uncle to follow her. She saw Margaret waving her forward in the direction of the stage.

“‘Tis frightful,” Margaret called to her, all the while urging her forward hurriedly. The troupe had once again set up their makeshift stage in a field.

Judith picked up her skirts and ran. She could hear the audience booing and hissing and making a terrible fuss. She had never heard such disapproval of anyone in the troupe in all these many years.

“Good heavens, Margaret,” she said in a hushed whisper as she reached her at the wings of the stage. “What has happened?”

“Ye must see fer yerself.” She then held the curtain back if slightly.

Judith clamped a hand over her mouth to keep from crying out and laughing at one and the same time. Kelthorne had taken the stage with a book of poetry, Shakespeare, as it were, and was reading with the most awful cadence possible. At the same time in what appeared to be a completely random manner, he would cast a hand dramatically in the air.

The audience, aware they were being cheated of their pennies, grew louder still and finally a cabbage hit the earl on the foot. He looked up and pretended his shock. “Are you not delighted with my performance,” he called out to the jeering crowd.

Judith began to smile and then to laugh. Her heart blossomed like a rose beneath sunshine. She ventured quickly upon the stage and joined him addressing the audience, “You must forgive the latest addition to our troupe. He has not practiced quite long enough but if you will be so good as to resume your seats and quiet your displeasure, I shall sing for you.”

A rolling sigh passed around the audience like a breeze soughing through the treetops. She glanced to the wings and gestured for Margaret to join her. She took Kelthorne’s hand and drew him with her to the center of the stage. She did not let his hand go but rather smiled at him and as she had before, began to sing, “Captivity.”

She sang for him and to him, though occasionally sharing her love with the audience. She came to a quiet understanding that this would be her very last performance in a professional troupe, making each note a trifle more poignant than might otherwise have been expected in a small market town in Devonshire.

Afterward, John, Henry and Freddy pretended to attack Kelthorne and drag him off the stage much to the great amusement of the audience. John then encouraged her to sing as did the rest of the troupe. She sang for an hour and then two, the audience with her until the very last note. Resounding applause shook the makeshift stage. She sang three encores.

After the final one, Kelthorne took the stage once more begging the indulgence of the audience. A hush fell over the crowd. He turned to her. “Will you marry me, Judith, or will I have to bear these cabbages every night for the rest of my life, for I promise you, until you do agree, I shall take up residence in a tent next to yours and travel England until one or the other of us is dead and buried. ‘Tis your choice but I believe the audience would rather you said ‘aye’ than ‘nay.’” He turned and asked the audience, “What say
ye
?”

One man, holding a cabbage in his hand, cried out, “Marry ‘im, else I will throw this beauty.”

“Am I to be forced into accepting you?” she asked playfully.

“I will have you however I can get you, make no mistake.”

She sighed yet again. “Then I suppose I must acquiesce.” With that he thoroughly delighted the audience by kissing her soundly.

Happily, there were no cabbages on this occasion only applause, a shouting of huzzas, and numerous whistles.

*** *** ***

“How can you suggest such a thing in the midst of our betrothal ball?” Judith complained, but her heart was far from insistent. “We cannot leave when it is barely just begun.”

He held her hand firmly and tugged her along the path that descended the side of the hill from the point of the conservatory. “We will only be absent for a little while and since I have every confidence that our guests mean to stay until the small hours of the morning, no one will feel slighted.”

“Oh, very well, but it is most improper,” she chided yet she was smiling.

He drew to a sudden halt. “I will take you back if you truly wish for it.”

Her breath caught as it so very often did as she met his gaze, the warmth of his expression the liveliness of his eye. “Well,” she mused. “We are halfway to the orchard now. I suppose it will do no harm, but only for a few minutes, mind.”

He smiled, kissed her fully on the lips and just as she was hoping for more, he drew back and once more began tugging her almost anxiously down the hill.

Nor could she coax him to speak. He was oddly silent, yet smiling all the while as though he had some great secret. “What is it?” she asked, when they were but twenty yards or so from the orchard.

“I shan’t tell you just yet. I must find the exact spot where I first met you. Come.”

She shook her head in some amusement. She now felt certain he had some notion in his head.

When at last they were agreed that this was the precise location where he had first kissed her, he took her hands firmly in his. “My darling Judith,” he began.

Judith squeezed his hands and smiled. Her heart had begun to race, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw a blur and turning, cried out, “No.” A moment later she was lying flat on her back, and Rufus was licking her face. Pushing him back, she glared at Kelthorne who had begun to laugh.

“Was this your idea?” she asked. “Did you actually manage to have him knock me down as he did that first night?”

He pulled Rufus away by his collar and at the same time slid his hand beneath Judith’s arm. “Good God, no. He acted on his own behalf.”

“I think it very odd and yet very sweet,” she said, but her fingers found a favorite spot on Rufus’s left ear and began soothing him.

“I have noticed that he never likes being separated from you for very long,” Kelthorne said. “In that, he and I share a similar doting affection. Although I am persuaded that however much he might be fond of you, he is not as passionate toward you as I am.”

She let go of Rufus and slipped her arms about his neck. “And you are passionate,” she stated, her heart swelling with love. “My favorite thing, I must confess.”

He groaned faintly as he caressed her cheek. “I am growing impatient with all this waiting.”

“We have only a fortnight more,” she said, laughing at him, “until the banns are properly read.”

“It might as well be a century in my opinion.”

He kissed her again, much as he had on the hill drawing back far too soon. She whimpered her displeasure. But he held her at bay.

“Now, I have something I wish to give you,” he said. From the pocket of his coat he withdrew what appeared to be a letter and held it for her.

The light was very dim through the leafy apple trees. She had to turn the paper several different angles in order to catch enough moonlight by which to read it. After a few lines, she gasped, “Why, this is from the owner of Drury Lane,” she said. “And ‘tis addressed to John.”

She gasped anew and met what was now his beaming gaze. “You secured an engagement for them?”

“Aye,” he responded. “So I did.”

“Oh, Aubrey, I could not have asked for anything better. Only how did you manage it?”

He suddenly appeared rather conscious. “As it happens, I have numerous connections with people of the theater.”

She began to laugh. “Of course, you wicked fellow.”

He held her gaze seriously for a moment. “But those days are finished. You must believe me in that.”

“I do,” she said, sliding her arms yet again about his neck. “Thank you, Aubrey. You have changed my life in every beautiful manner possible.”

“As you have mine,” he responded sincerely. “I love you, Judith, with all my heart.”

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