talking.
The gentleman you were asking after has engaged my services to handle the legalities of thisersituation. And, as the matter is of a delicate nature, we have arranged use of a private room. If you will come with me?
Elizabeth cringed as the man picked up the bag that had fallen from her suddenly nerveless fingers, then grasped her elbow. Her stomach roiled. Hed found her. Reginald had hired a judge andReginald. She gazed frantically about as the judge ushered her into a small room. There was no one waiting there.
Relief stole the strength from her legs. She collapsed onto a hard wood chair, watching as the judge closed the door. There was no bolt. She might yet make good her escape. Oh, if only she werent so weary! If only she could think!
Elizabeth straightened her shoulders and lifted her chin as the judge came to stand in front of her. One thing she knew. She would not go back. Jail would be better than marriage to Reginald Burton-Smythe.
To begin, let me say that I do not approve of the action being taken by my client.
The judges deep, authoritative voice cut across Elizabeths dark thoughts. Her heart leaped with hope. If he didnt approve, would he help her escape?
However, such actions are perfectly legal.
The abrupt words plunged her back into despair.
As for you, I want to be certain, in my own mind, that you fully understand the seriousness of what you are doing before thisthis escapade goes any further. In light of that, I feel it best if I review the circumstances of your position. After I have done so we can discuss any consequences that might depend from it.
Consequences? Shock streaked along Elizabeths nerves. Perhaps she would go to jail. She clasped her hands tightly in her lap to hide their trembling.
Shall I proceed?
She gave a polite nod.
Very well. The judge clasped his hands behind his back and cleared his throat. As you know, my client stands ready to marry the woman that meets the qualifications set forth in his published Article of Intent. His voice sharpened. My purpose, is to make certain those qualifications are understood and met. The first being, of course, that you agree to a marriage of convenience only.
Elizabeth lifted her head and stared at the man standing before her. Whatever could he be talking about?
Well? You do understand what is meant by a marriage of convenience, do you not?
The words cracked through the air. Elizabeth jumped. I believe I do. Her cheeks warmed. However, Im not certain
A marriage of convenience is one in which both parties agree to fulfill all the duties and responsibilities of a marriage except those of an intimate nature. It is a marriage that is never consummated. The judge scowled down at her. Now, do you understand?
Yes. Elizabeths cheeks burned. She could not force herself to meet the judges direct gaze. She took a deep breath and focused her attention on his chin. Her pulse quickened as he reached for a chair, then sat facing her.
You would agree to such a marriage? A marriage of convenience?
Yes, I would. Elizabeth made her voice very firm. She didnt understand why he should be asking her opinion, but after last night that sort of marriage sounded wonderful to her.
Very well. My client has signed a legal document outlining such a stipulation. If all other particulars are met, his bride will be required to sign also.
It was a mistake! The thought sizzled through Elizabeths mind, stiffening her back. It had to be a mistake. Reginald Burton-Smythe would never countenance such a situation or put his signature on something shed see before a wedding. Last night proved that. Clearly, this matter had nothing to do with himor her.
Elizabeth drew in a deep breath as the tightness in her chest released. She had only to explain the misunderstanding and she would be free to flee the city. Sir, I believe you have made an Oh!
The judge reached out and pushed the hood back from her face. Elizabeth recoiled, turning her head so the bruising on her left cheek wouldnt show.
The old mans expression softened as her hood fell away. How old are you, child?
E-eighteen.
Eighteen. And you would be willing to enter into a relationship without intimacy for the rest of your life?
I would. Elizabeth winced at the soreness in her shoulder as she reached up and pushed at the curls that had popped free of her hair combs. How unkempt she must look. She pulled her hood back in place. I dont care about intimacy. And I dont want toto be consummated. Ever! But I
That is sufficient answer. I do not wish to hear intimate details.
But, sir,
you dont understan
Not another word! We shall proceed.
Elizabeth stared at him, taken aback by the sharp, censorial tone in his voice.
What of children?
Children?
Yes, my client has young children. Babes really. Do you get on with them?
Of course. I love children. But, sir, truly I must explain
No need. That is sufficient answer. And the last condition that must be met. The judge locked his gaze on her eyes. That leaves only the settlement to be arranged before I call in my client and perform the ceremony.