Chapter Sixteen
Somehow the fiery pits of Hades had frozen over, and pigs had suddenly sprouted wings. For despite her Aunt Susan’s insistence that they stay past the recommended day the physician had suggested, Thomas—yes, Thomas—had agreed with Daphne’s request for an immediate departure from Thornhaven’s confining halls.
She was quite certain should she glance out the now drawn carriage windows, she might see a piglet or two take flight, for truly, never had Thomas so readily sided with her in anything as he did with her on this.
Daphne peered at her brother who sat with his head tilted, his mouth half-open in slumber as his body swayed and jostled with each bump in the road. Nothing physical had changed. He still bore the sprinkling of fair whiskers that emerged far too quickly after a shaving, and the large nose that was an exact replica of the one gracing their father’s face. But his manner toward her, and toward everyone, if she were to think on it, had undergone a massive transformation. Why, the man had actually agreed with her. And had even smiled while doing so.
Perhaps he had been replaced with an unknown identical twin while he slept…or perhaps the dramatic shift had been incited by a certain and very persuasive individual. One whom she had avoided since their encounter two nights past. The very one who had hardened her heart much like the present ice crystallizing over Hades’s lakes of fire.
With Thomas’s exceptionally congenial attitude she could only assume His Grace had made the decision to invest in her family’s shipping line.
But would her family, upon discovering the duke’s past in smuggling, still wish to do business with someone whose morals fell below their standards?
Her brother muttered a stream of drowsy nonsense as he slouched into the lavish cushions of the carriage the duke had insisted upon for their private use. She had not protested his generosity. It was, after all, far quicker to agree to his thin claims of concern for her ankle than it was to argue against them and ride back to London stuck between her aunt’s woeful face and Henrietta’s sad one.
Most likely the carriage and the investment were a material way for His Grace to assuage his guilt, to somehow make up for his involvement with the Seraphina. Unless Thomas knew of other reasons.
“Thomas!” Daphne hissed, kicking his shin with her uninjured foot. “Wake up! I need to speak with you.”
He sat upright, his eyes half-glazed with slumber. “What the devil? Have we arrived at the townhouse?”
“Not unless five hours have passed without my knowledge.”
He rubbed his hands over his face. “Then why in God’s name did you find it necessary to tear me away from a pleasant rest?”
“Because I want to know the motivation behind it.”
“Weariness is not good enough?”
“Not while we enjoy the comforts of the duke’s carriage.”
“Why ever not? It is because of them that I have gotten any rest at all.”
“But why did the duke offer? Surely it was not over any real concern for my injury,” she said, glancing toward her elevated foot.
“Because he is a gentleman? And he cares for the comfort of his guests?” The drowsiness disappeared from his eyes as he peered at her. “What is this about? You had no objections when we entered the carriage.”
“Well, now I’ve had time to think over the matter.”
“Yes, because who wouldn’t ponder why a duke would be hospitable to his guests. Really, you may want to stop thinking and do more resting. The short amount I had was quite remedial.”
The sarcasm, however irritating, was reassuring. Perhaps her brother hadn’t been replaced by a twin after all.
Daphne released her skirt and pointed a finger toward his chest. “You have not told me what you and His Grace discussed last evening.”
“I should think it would be obvious, Daphne.” Her brother allowed his eyes to once again roll heavenward. “We made arrangements for our departure. I offered my gratitude for his hospitality. And we discussed how we will proceed with his investment. Dull and droll business, really. Was there something else you had expected?”
“No. No, of course not.” She should have known better. The duke was incapable of acknowledging the truth. And it was best she remembered that. “When will the Mary Frances be departing? I would very much like to return to Father.”
“Return to Father?” Thomas said, righting himself. “In Boston?”
“Yes, of course. Unless he has gone elsewhere. He hasn’t come to visit us here, has he?”
“No. But I had assumed you just wanted a short period of separation from society, some time to mull things over before coming to a realization that—” He broke off, his fist pummeling into the tasseled pillow. “Have you mentioned your urgent plans of departure to Aunt Susan and the girls?”
She nibbled on the bottom of her lip. “Not yet, though I am sure Aunt Susan will understand.”
“Are you so certain? I thought you were getting along quite well here. You seemed to have formed an attachment with our English relations.”
And Daphne had. She had allowed herself to become far more attached to her aunt and three cousins than she had initially intended. Leaving them was regrettable, and not something she wished to do lightly. They had become her family and, despite her words of confidence, Aunt Susan might not understand her immediate need for departure. But her relations knew her time in England had always been a temporary one.
“We have completed what we came to do, Thomas. We’ve acquired investors and restored family connections. It is only logical that we would return home now that our task has been completed.”
“And sometimes logic is not always the best course of action. The heart is, at times, more compelling than the mind.”
His face was all innocence, and yet, it was clear he knew more of her motivating circumstances than he acknowledged, solidifying her conviction that she needed to retire from England and its people in all due haste. “Which is why I find that I need to leave immediately. As soon as the Mary Frances is loaded, I wish to be on her deck, setting sail for Boston.”
After a long gaze and a despairing sigh, her brother nodded. “We set sail in a week.”
One week and she would be free of the guilt, the lies, and the betrayal.
One week and she would no longer be in the company of her cousins and their laughter, or her aunt’s warm smiles and maternal guidance.
One week and she would leave the very place she had so long despised.
So why was she suddenly filled with regret?
…
“Edward, dear, you’re moping.”
“I prefer brooding, but one is given the freedom of interpretation.”
His mother lifted a delicate china cup off its plate. “Regardless of what you call this” —she said, waving her free hand in his direction— “it is most unbecoming for a man of your station. A duke does not display sulky behavior.”
“That is a gross misstatement, for I am a living testament to its contradiction.”
Edward lay on the floral chaise, one leg draped over the edge, the other extended on top of the plump, upholstered cushion, his polished Hessian boot gleaming black against the dainty floral pattern.
He had, for a better part of the three days since returning to town, assumed the languid position, while perfecting his dour expression and monotone responses. He was, after all, a man rejected, and thought he ought to do the role justice.
“It displeases me to see you so melancholy.”
“Really? I should think you would find triumph in my misery. It has, after all, come to me by the hands of a woman of whom you do not approve and repeatedly asked me to avoid. I must say, I half-expected you to declare victory far sooner. With at least one lilting chorus of ‘I told you so’ thrown in for good measure.”
His mother set her cup down and gave him a reproachful glare. “Regardless of what you may think of me, Edward, I do not take pleasure in your agony. Were I to do so, I would not have sought to offer you my good counsel in the first place, warning you against inevitable tragedy.”
“Ah, yes, there it is, though your voice was not quite as lilting as I expected.”
“At least now you can move forward. You’ve scratched your itch. It is time to consider more favorable pursuits.” She lifted a small biscuit off the nearby tray and eyed it critically. “Lady Isabella is willing to overlook your inattentions and begin anew. Perhaps we can arrange for a luncheon on the morrow next?”
Edward sat upright, his boot-encased foot hitting the floor with a loud thump as he sought to prevent his lower jaw from unhinging and hitting his knees. “Does your depravity know no bounds? The only woman I ever considered marrying despises me for sins I did not commit. I’m afraid I’ve lost all interest in marriage. As such, I do not wish to hear of Lady Isabella. Now, or ever.”
“What sins does Miss Farrington hold against your character, dear?”
“She knows of my connections to the Seraphina. Her other brother was impressed on the ship’s deck. He died aboard the vessel, one of the many casualties inflicted by the captain’s disregard for his crew.”
His mother glanced down at her hands. “I see.”
“Miss Farrington holds me responsible for her brother’s death.”
“That is absurd. It was the captain’s doing, not yours. She assumed the worst of you. She does not deserve a man of your moral character.”
The realization hit him with the force of a high speed gale. “Miss Farrington has cause to be upset. I withheld the information from her, thereby giving her yet another reason to question my integrity.”
His mother’s skirts swished as she stood and strode toward the window overlooking the east garden. “Stop making excuses for her. This incident offered her a way out of the flirtation.”
“Flirtation? I was about to seek permission for her hand.”
“Then it seems I owe someone a letter of gratitude for saving my son from making a costly mistake.”
“It was Miss Farrington’s quick mind that saved me. If there is anyone to whom you should write, it should be to her in gratitude for her intelligence. It is because of her that Mr. Burnham is no longer pilfering funds from our coffers.”
“If she truly cared for you, she would have overlooked your transgression and saved you this misery.”
“My transgression?”
His mother touched the edge of the lace curtain framing the window. “Let us discuss more uplifting topics, such as Lady Dewbury’s Ball next week. I have been notified that the Regent himself will be in attendance. It has been far too long since we’ve seen him last, don’t you agree?”
“As a matter of fact I do. Prinny loves a good story. Perhaps I will regale him with the one about the duchess who smuggled rum under his father’s nose.”
“I did it for you, dear. It is a mother’s responsibility to see to her child’s future.”
“It is out of respect for you as my mother that I restrain myself from saying more. However, I will say that if you were truly concerned for me, you would assist me in the pursuit of my happiness, and not move me about as one does a pawn in one’s chess game. I am a human being, and one who has found happiness with a woman who may, at this very moment, be on a ship departing for a country halfway across the world.”
Damn.
Edward stood and made his way to the door, the heavy tromp of his boots reverberating off the heavy oak furnishings.
“And just where do you think you are going?”
“To find her, Mother. And to tell her the truth. Before it’s too late.”