No, sir. I spoke to her myself, but she was quite reticent as to the object of her visit. She would say only that it was imperative that she see you.
No doubt. He looked at his valet. I think a cup of strong tea would be in order.
Indeed, sir. I will fetch it myself.
Thirty minutes later, shaved, impeccably dressed in the plain black suit and crisp white shirt that he favored, cravat knotted fashionably under his chin, Devin Aincourt made his way downstairs, looking every inch the sixth Earl of Ravenscar.
He walked into the drawing room, decorated tastefully in masculine tones of beige and brown by the selfsame sister who sat there now. An attractive woman in her late twenties, she had the black hair, green eyes and well-modeled features that were characteristic of the Aincourt familys handsomeness, and was possessed of a charming dimple in her cheek. She looked up at his entrance and smiled. Dev!
Rachel. He smiled back at her despite the low-grade pounding in his head. She was one of the few people who was dear to him. The smile faded as he turned toward his mother, a slender blond woman whose exquisite taste in clothes and regal carriage elevated her looks above an ordinary prettiness. He bowed formally toward her. Mother. An unexpected pleasure.
Ravenscar. His mother nodded to him. She had always preferred formality even in dealings with her own family, believing that to behave otherwise would undermine ones importanceand whatever had befallen the Aincourt family over the years, they were important.
I am relieved to see you alive, Lady Ravenscar went on dryly. Given the reaction of your servants to the thought of your receiving us, I was beginning to wonder whether you were.
I was still asleep. My servants are understandably reluctant to pull me out of bed.
His mother raised her eyebrows. It is almost one o-clock in the afternoon.
Exactly.
The older lady sighed resignedly. You are a heathen. But that is not the issue at hand. She waved the matter away.
I presumed not. Precisely what matter has brought you into this den of iniquity? It must be of great urgency.
Lady Ravenscar made a little moue of distaste. I suppose that is your idea of a jest.
Very faint, I will admit, Ravenscar said in a bored tone.
What brings me here is your marriage.
His eyebrows rose. My marriage? I am afraid that I have no knowledge of any marriage.
You should, his mother retorted bluntly. You are desperately in need of one. You should have been casting about for a suitable girl these ages past. But since you have not made the slightest push in that regard, I have found one for you.
Devin cast a look at his sister and murmured, Et tu, Rachel?
Dev Rachel began in an unhappy voice, looking abashed.
Dont be nonsensical, Lady Ravenscar interrupted crisply. I am serious, Devin. You must marryand soonor you shall find yourself in debtors prison.
I am not run off my legs yet, he said mildly.
You are not far from it, if I understand your vulgar expression correctly. Your estate is in dreadful shape, and Darkwater is literally falling down about our heads. As you would know if you ever made the least effort to visit your lands.
It is very far away, and I am not fond of visiting places that are about to come down around my head.
Oh, yes, it is easy for you to jest about it, Lady Ravenscar returned feelingly. You are not the one who has to live there.
You do not have to live there, he pointed out. Indeed, I believe you are residing in London right now, are you not?
Renting a house for the Season, his mother said in the tone of one suffering the utmost humiliation. We once had a house in Town, a lovely place where we could hold the most elegant parties. Now I can rent a house for only two months, and its of such a size that I can barely have a dinner for over eight people. I havent thrown a decent rout in years.
You could live with me, Rachel told her.
I already live on your husbands charity enough. I have him and Richard to thank for the clothes on my back. That is enough without making Westhampton put me up, as well. It is Devins responsibility. He is the Earl of Ravenscar.
So I must marry to give you a house in Town?
Dont be obtuse, Devin. It doesnt become you. You have a dutyto me, to your nameto yourself, for that matter. What is to happen to Darkwater? To the Aincourt name? It is your duty to marry and produce heirshow else are the name and title to continue? And what about the house? Its been standing since Queen Elizabeth was a child. Are you going to let it fall into complete ruin?
I am sure the title will go on.
Oh, yes, if you dont mind that rat-faced little Edward March succeeding to your title. A third cousin, I ask youand he hasnt the least idea how to conduct himself, I assure you.
I would have said that you thought I hadnt the least idea how to conduct myself, either.
His mother cast him a long, pointed look. You havent. But at least you are direct in line. And you dont resemble a weasel. She sighed. It pains me to think of a rodenty Ravenscar. Whatever else one might say about them, at least the Earls of Ravenscar were always handsome creatures.
So I am to be the sacrificial lamb on the altar of family, is that it?
There is no need to be dramatic. It isnt as if it isnt done every day. Love matches are for the lower classes. People like us make alliances. It is what your father and I did. And look at your sisters. They married as they should. They didnt whine, they just did what the family needed. As head of the family, I can scarcely see how you can do any less.
Ah, but doing less is something I am remarkably good at.
You are not going to divert me with your jests. His mother pointed her index finger at him.
I can see that, Devin replied wearily.
You have wasted your entire inheritance since you came into it, Lady Ravenscar went on relentlessly. How can you think that you should not be the one to recover it?
Mother, thats not fair! his sister cried. You know that every Earl in memory has squandered his money. The blame isnt all to lay at Devs door. If you will remember, it was actually Papa who sold the house in Town.
I remember it quite well, thank you, Rachel. You are right. The Aincourts have never been good with money. That is why they always married well. Having made her point, she folded her hands in her lap and waited, watching Devin.
He rubbed his temple, where the throbbing had picked up in both speed and intensity. And who is it you wish me to shackle myself to? Not that gaptoothed Winthorpe girl, I hope.
Vivian Winthorpe! I should say not. Why, the settlement her father will lay on her would do little more than pay off your debts. Besides, the Winthorpes would never agree to tying their name to yoursthey cannot abide scandal. You can scarcely expect a father to agree to give his daughter to a man whowell, who has had the sort of liaison you have had for years. Lady Ravenscars lip curled expressively.
Who, then? A widow, I suppose.
I am sure that you could win one of them over if you put your mind to it, the older woman agreed dispassionately. But it would require dancing attendance on her, and frankly, I doubt you would carry through on it.