You know, you are right, I wonder why I did.
Because Toby asked you to, I suppose.
There is that, but I am not accustomed to doing the bidding of strangers, so it must be that I am a gentleman and gentlemen do not leave ladies in dangerous predicaments when it is their power to help. Now, what about my suggestion that we start again in a more civilised fashion? I know your name, I know you are the niece of the Duke of Belfont, but nothing more. He smiled suddenly and, in spite of herself, she found herself breathing a sigh of relief and smiling back. Suppose you tell me why you set out on this adventure. I cannot believe you meant to worry your family to death.
No, I did not. And I was not running away or trying to elope or anything foolish like that. I simply wanted to say goodbye to Toby, to find out She stopped suddenly, knowing her reasons would sound foolish.
To find out what?
Oh, it is too complicated
We have plenty of time. I am not letting you out of this coach until we reach Belfont House.
Oh, you are never taking me to Uncle James, he will be furious.
With good cause, I imagine. But where else should I take you? Is that not your home?
No. I live with my mother and sister just outside Sudbury.
Sudbury! How did you get from there to here?
By stagecoach and cab, how else?
She was not lacking in courage, he decided. I think you had better tell me everything from the beginning.
She sighed. I suppose I had or you will dump me on his Graces doorstep and leave me to his wrath.
He did not bother to tell her he would not dump her anywhere, but as for taking her as far as Sudbury, he hadnt bargained on doing that, even though it was not far out of his way. Go on, he said quietly.
So she told him everything: her love of botany, instilled in her by Joshua, and Toby who had been her friend and playmate since childhood, her longing to go plant hunting, to have adventures, though after today she was not so sure she was as intrepid as she had thought she was. And the unfeeling way that Toby had been sent away, simply because her uncle wanted to stop her dreaming and turn her into a conventional débutante.
He smiled. I do not think you will ever be that, he said, doing his best not to laugh. He looked at her, wondering if she was too proud to laugh at herself, and was relieved when her efforts to remain stern failed and a broad smile creased her face and showed him perfect white teeth. In a moment they were both laughing aloud.
It is not funny, she said, fishing for a handkerchief in her coat pocket to dab her streaming eyes.
Then why are you laughing?
I do not know. To stop myself crying, perhaps.
Do you want to cry?
I think I was very near to it.
Oh, how thankful I am that you desisted. I cannot abide weeping women.
Suddenly embarrassed, she turned from him and looked out of the window. It was beginning to grow dusk and she could not see more than dark buildings lining the road and the light shining from some of their windows. This part of the great metropolis had no street lighting. Once again she became aware of her predicament. She did not like being beholden to him, but there was no doubt that, if she had been left on the docks, she would have had to make her way back to town through these unlit streets. Much as I would like to deny it, I am in your hands, so what do you propose to do with me?
Take you to your uncle, the Duke.
Oh, no! He will give me a roasting.
And do you not think you deserve it?
Perhaps.
There is no perhaps about it. But I cannot take you all the way to Sudbury. That would mean being in each others company throughout the night and even you must agree that would not be the thing. It would only need someone to see you, someone to ask questions about your absence from home, someone to recognise the Melhurst carriage, for the tattlers to start work on your reputation and my good name.
You could put me on a coach.
I have told you no. His answer was almost snapped. He would be every sort of bounder if he did that. His conscience would not allow it.
Supposing I insist?
Insist away. I shall not allow you to leave this vehicle until we are safely at Belfont House.
She fell silent, thinking of her uncle. He had been cross enough when he had seen her in her male clothes in the garden at homehe would be furious knowing she had ventured abroad thus dressed. If it must be Belfont House, she said, could you contrive to speak to my Aunt Sophie and not the Duke? She will help me, I know. I have heard she was once a little unconventional herself, before she married my uncle, that is.
Because I do not think I should like to see you roasted, I will endeavour to do as you ask, but I make no promises and, if her Grace should deem it necessary to send for the Duke, I shall have nothing to say on the matter. After all, I do not know whether you make a habit of disappearing dressed as a male and if your family are out of patience with you.
I dont. I have never done it before. She paused and added softly, Thank you, sir.
They spent the remainder of the short journey talking about travel, about where he had been and the sights he had seen, the heat and smells of India. When she asked about plant hunting, he told her that it was far from a stroll in the garden; it needed meticulous planning and provisioning, with hired guides and porters and, if one was sensible, a medical man because bites, scratches, falls and bad food were commonplace. And that did not take into account the voyage, which might be beset by storms or being becalmed. If he thought that might put her off the idea, he was wrong, but she did admit that if she travelled it would have to be in a properly conducted party with a knowledgeable escort. Though how that can be arranged I do not know, she said. Toby said I should marry a rich man She stopped suddenly, realising what she had said.
That would indeed be the solution, he said, noting her discomfort, but pretending he did not. All the more reason to go ahead with your come-out, dont you think?
She sighed, knowing he was right, but determined that her dreams of travel would not influence her choice of husband. If there was a choice, of course. She might be considered too much of a hoyden to attract the sort of man who inhabited the drawing rooms of the ton. That was why she was so fond of Toby; he took her as she was.
It was completely dark when the carriage drew to a halt outside a large mansion in South Audley Street, but here there were street lights and lanterns alight at each side of the imposing front door. Stay out of sight, he commanded her. While I see how the land lies.
He jumped down and strode to the door and knocked. The duty footman must have heard the carriage because the door was opened almost immediately. I wish to speak to the Duchess, Andrew said. On a matter of some importance.
The footman looked him up and down, as if wondering if he ought to admit a lone caller so late at night. Your name, sir?
Melhurst. Mr Andrew Melhurst.
I will see if her Grace is at home, Mr Melhurst, but without an appointment He allowed his voice to fade to nothing.
It is of the utmost importance.
The man ushered him in, then turned and slowly and deliberately climbed the cantilevered staircase with its ornate cast-iron balustrade to the first floor, while Andrew stood and fumed. He hoped Miss Harley would not take it into her head to leave the carriage. The house was one of a row and she could be been seen by neighbours if they should happen to glance out of a window. And there were people in the street going about their business. He had no idea how well known she was in the neighbourhood.