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Saving the Marquess
Mihwa Lee
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Contents
Prologue
1. 1822: Age twenty-four years
2. The Beginning
3. Lullingstone Castle
4. The Master
5. The Library
6. The First Argument
7. The Fall
8. 1801: Age three years
9. The Unlikely Spies
10. The Old Cricket Inn
11. The Soiree
12. The First Encounter
13. 1804: Age six years
14. The Accident
15. The Illness
16. The Demon
17. 1812: Age fourteen years
18. The Lie
19. Arthur’s Kindness
20. Longing
21. The Supper
22. The Lecture
23. The Warwick Ball
24. The Hilltop
25. 1816: Age eighteen years
26. Regret
27. The Confrontation
28. The Plot
29. Estrangement
30. 1814: Age sixteen years
31. Cameron’s Visit
32. Reunion
33. After the Opera
34. Long Night
35. The Letter
36. The Annulment
37. The Test
38. Jealousy
39. Serendipity
40. The Rescue
41. Meeting Again
42. Home Again
43. A New Beginning
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Prologue
I fgrounds
Alexi were a proper young lady, she would not be wandering the college
on her own so late in the evening, risking her good name and her
father's reputation. Yet there she was, walking briskly as she stared at the
worn toes of her boots. The darkness beyond the small circle of light
conjured her childhood terrors. She had lost the track of time again in her
pursuit of forbidden scholarship.
While neither a student nor official assistant to her father at Cambridge,
she immensely enjoyed slipping into classrooms full of men, huddling in
the flickering candlelight and straining to hear every clipped syllable. But
she knew she couldn't continue any longer. The discontented voices of male
students were becoming louder of late, and she did not wish to jeopardize
her father's position as a professor by flaunting social mores. Not especially
when her father's illness was provoking whispers of doubt in his
competence.
As her empty stomach grumbled, she quickened her pace. Her mouth
watered at the thought of bread pudding waiting for her at home.
Unbuttoning her pelisse in the uncommon warmth for the season, she
maintained focus on her footsteps, avoiding gazing into the shadows.
A startled cry from the forest jolted Alexi from her thoughts. Registering
a woman's shriek, her body seized her before her mind could react. She
raced toward the scream without thinking, dropping her satchel of books on
the ground and simultaneously picking up a broken tree branch on the way.
She held tightly to the lantern.
Alexi ran as fast as she could until she saw a man holding a woman from
behind, breeches pulled down past his knees. The milky white skin of the
woman’s legs glowed in the lantern light.
Overwhelmed by shock and indignation, Alexi let out a roar of fury.
“Unhand her this instant, you brute!” She wildly swung the branch at the
man.
The wide-eyed woman squirmed free and backed up. Appearing more
afraid of Alexi than the man, she bolted into the darkness.
"Stop!" the man shouted after her in vain. “You owe me five schillings!”
Whirling on Alexi, he cursed violently, "Confound it all! Look what
you’ve done!”
She quickly turned her head to the side, avoiding the view while he
pulled up his breeches.
He advanced menacingly.
“A ravisher! A debaucher! Help!” she screamed, but the empty night
offered no salvation.
She steadied her voice despite the dread spreading within.
"How dare you prey upon the defenceless!"
When he stepped forward, she swung again.
"Stay back, scoundrel!"
"Put that down before you take my eye out!" he yelled.
"It would serve you right!”
She steadied the stick before her, hoping it appeared a stronger defence
than it felt.
"Tell me your name this instant!" she demanded, striving to steady her
voice.
She did not expect him to surrender his name, but distraction might give
her time to study his features in case she needed to identify the villain later.
Unfortunately, the lantern only cast dancing shadows across his finely
structured face, obscuring much to her frustration. She discerned dark
brooding eyes that glinted with malevolent purpose. His jaw was sharp,
without a shadow of stubble. Had he shaven before going on the prowl this
night?
The glow revealed surprisingly straight, white teeth contrasting his vile
speech. She longed to distinguish his countenance fully, yet light and
shadow served only to underscore the threat of his strong form.
He smirked, taking another brazen step nearer.
"Why ever would I give you my name unless you wished to scream it in
ecstasy?"
Panic threatened to rattle her brain as she studied his tall, imposing frame
and muscular build. Without that rush of righteous fury, she would never
have dared challenge such a brute. A discarded Cambridge cape lay on the
ground behind him.
Though her pulse raced wildly, she ordered him in a tone of false
authority, "Sir, do not dare move nearer! I am withdrawing now.”
She retreated a few small steps, praying she appeared more confident
than she felt.
“Do as I command, and you shall keep both eyes.”
The villain laughed as she retreated slowly. "You are hardly in a position
to make threats.”
He pursued her with a mocking leer at his mouth, but his eyes stayed
intensely focused on her.
“If you think I am bluffing, you are gravely mistaken!” she screamed,
keeping the stick aimed at him. Her hands shook, but she steadied them
through sheer will.
"What exactly do you think you saw?" he asked, trailing her. His eyes
glinted like a predator toying with cornered prey.
"You were assaulting an innocent woman! It’s punishable by law!" she
accused, raising her chin defiantly.
"The lass is hardly innocent. I was doing my civic duty by providing
employment. You owe me five shillings for chasing off my lady-bird."
Amusement lurked at the corner of his mouth.
Incensed, she shot back, "You owe me compensation for the time I have
squandered coming to that woman's aid. Desist pursuing me at once!"
“Compensation? You have an inflated opinion of your worth.”
He eyed her tattered gown, somehow crumbling her pride and confidence
in the process.
“What business had you with a woman of ill repute? Have you no
mistress to meet your needs?”
She glanced at the fine cambric of his shirt, the well-made boots.
“I am a man who craves variety upon my plate. Too much of the same
fare breeds only discontent.”
His meaning was unmistakable.
“You are a vile rake!” Anger raised the pitch and volume of her voice.
"And you play a lively scold. I begin to enjoy our sport," he said in a
rumbling baritone, his cultured voice incongruously melodic given his
crude intentions.
He checked his advance abruptly. A shiver went down her spine as his
eyes glided over her form from head to toe.
"You're a pretty thing," he said softly.
“Sir, you could not begin to afford my price!” she spat, thankful her voice
did not tremble.
“Clever girl. You drove off the competition under the guise of being a
good Samaritan.”
Her mind worked frantically to find a way to flee, but it seemed futile.
The man’s stallion legs would easily outpace her.
Her heart drummed a frantic beat as he closed the last of the distance
between them.
“As you will not repay my shillings, you must provide the service
yourself.”
His eyes fixed on her, devouring her with their insolence.
“If you were paying her as you claim, why did she scream?”
Alexi attempted to distract him while clasping the stick till her knuckles
blanched.
“Because a squirrel ran over her fingers,” he said.
“Her ... fingers?” she repeated, her mind becoming preoccupied by how
that was possible.
Noticing her bewilderment, he added, “I had her against a tree. I'd gladly
demonstrate if you stop that coy act.”
Her cheeks burned at the visual image floating in her mind.
“Then why did she run away?” she stammered, throat gone dry.
“Because you were swinging that stick like a madwoman!”
Then, to her horror, her back met resistance—a brick wall behind her.
Intently studying her countenance, he placed his hands on either side of her
head, fencing her in. She heard naught but the thunder of her pulse.
As she raised her stick in desperate defence, he wrested it from her grasp
with one swift movement.
His voice was warm and beguiling like a lover's whispers. It was jarring
to hear his voice utter, “You are very brave to aid a stranger and risk
becoming the victim yourself.” The fresh scent of soap washed over her,
further tossing her into a mangled mess of thoughts and emotions. “A crown
for your gallantry,” he said in a hushed tone. “I’ll do all the work.”
“How … dare you,” she whispered, her voice fractured by fear and
confusion. She scraped her nails across the rough brick behind her, seeking
any weapon.
“Name your price,” he said, his meaning unmistakable.
His hips pinned her to the wall, his muscular thighs easily immobilizing
her slight frame. Through the flimsy fabric of her dress, she felt the searing
warmth of his torso pressed against her. The buttons of his waistcoat dug
into her ribcage with each breath as he shifted even closer.
Turning her face away in fruitless resistance, she felt his large hand graze
her neck, brushing back the dark strands of hair that encumbered him from
touching her bare skin. The combined impressions overwhelmed her—hard
planes of his body constraining soft curves of hers, his raw masculinity and
the delicate movements of his fingers, his elegant looks incongruous with
his rough speech.
She squeezed her eyes shut and silently repeated a psalm though the
words jumbled meaninglessly against her hammering pulse. His was an
imposing, commanding presence that both menaced and thrilled some
traitorous part of her.
“I’m no such woman,” she asserted, willing courage to her words.
“You’re not?” He eyed her sceptically.
“Nay. Step aside this instant and grant me passage."
She shoved at his chest with all her feeble strength.
“What are you doing wandering here unescorted at this late hour?” Then
a knowing smile spread over his chiseled features. “Ah, I see now. A savvy
merchant, demanding high compensation.”
Alexi was about to scream with frustration when he removed a one-pound
note from his pocket and held it aloft. Her eyes widened at the small fortune
fluttering before them. She couldn’t look away.
“One pound for a kiss,” he proposed, voice husky.
Alexi stared at the banknote. It was worth two weeks of exhausting
tutoring duties. New books, a stylish bonnet ... Still, she forced herself to
shake her head.
“Two pounds,” he pressed, adding another note to sweeten the deal. “Just
a kiss. Nothing more shall be required of you. I swear it.”
The rough brick scraped her back through her worn dress as his body
pinned hers. Emboldened by the fluttering notes, she countered with sudden
audacity, “Three pounds.”
Amusement played about his lips. Eyes glinting, he drew out a third note
and held it teasingly close to her face.
Snatching her prize, she shoved the notes and shame deep into her
pocket.
Slowly, he dipped his head toward her. As the stranger's tall, lean frame
surrounded hers, all sensible thoughts fled, leaving only her thundering
pulse.
His nearness drowned her senses until he seemed to be her entire world.
She inhaled the faint scent of bay rum emanating from his skin, the fresh
soap mingling deliciously. He was refined and clean, belying the violence
that had marred their meeting. Strands of his dark disheveled hair grazed
her cheek with startling softness. His warm breath washed over her flushed
skin as their faces hovered mere inches apart, his striking countenance
dominating her vision.
Alexi wondered despairingly how she would breathe when his lips met
hers, with her breath already catching so sharply in her throat. His presence
permeated the very air she struggled to draw into her lungs. All sights and
sounds faded until only he remained. She prepared to drown in fathomless
ink-dark eyes that glinted with illicit intent.
The hard ridge of his erection beneath the thin fabric of his breeches
lightly brushed against her stomach as he shifted his hips to kiss her. Her
cheeks burned instantly from embarrassment. Once his mouth captured
hers, she was unable to pull away.
His lips were impossibly soft, caressing hers with unexpected tenderness
that belied his looming presence. Alexi's eyelashes fluttered helplessly
despite wanting to find him repulsive. Her lips slowly yielded to his and
surrendered. A strangled sound escaped her.
When at last he withdrew, the night air felt wintry on her flushed skin.
His gaze fixed on her eyes, then drifted longingly to her parted lips.
“I’ve never turned an innocent into a strumpet before,” he said.
She gasped in horror as mortification flooded through her veins.
Wrestling free, she fled into the shadows, the gentle timbre of his insult
chasing her all the way home.
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Chapter One
Lullingstone Castle
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Chapter Two
The Beginning
Winter 1828
lexi ..."
"A Five-year-old Mary's tiny voice was scarcely audible over the
drumming rain. Standing on her tiptoes, she tried in vain to catch her
governess’ attention while her brothers yelled and roughhoused. Alexi's
thoughts were far away to a rainy day much like this one. She recalled the
solemn faces, her father’s gut-wrenching sobs, and her mother's lifeless
body.
"Alexi!"
Mary insisted, giving Alexi's skirt a determined tug.
Startled from her reverie, Alexi looked down.
"Yes, Mary?"
"You said I could play after the spelling," the girl reminded her.
Alexi managed a smile.
"You've worked very hard. You deserve a reward."
Mary’s face lit up.
“I want to play backgammon with my brothers!”
Alexi glanced over at the twins, who were trying to feed the checkers to
each other.
“I’ll teach you myself during the next break,” she promised.
Mary yelped and bounced with infectious excitement when a stern voice
interrupted.
"Miss Addington." Ms. Harringsworth, her employer's stern lady's maid,
stood in the doorway. "Lady Flemington wants to see you."
Alexi stifled a sigh.
"Right this instant?"
"Yes, that is why I've come now instead of later," the maid said
condescendingly.
"I was going to begin the children's literature lesson. Can it not wait?"
When no gesture of concession came from Ms. Harringsworth, Alexi
approached the boys.
“John, Liam, whoever teaches Mary backgammon while I'm gone doesn't
have to tidy this room for a week.”
Two hands shot up, voices clamouring over each other. With a knowing
look at their delighted sister, Alexi left to face her employer. The sounds of
laughter behind her lifted her spirit a little.
Mrs. Harringsworth charged down the corridor as if she was fleeing a
battalion, finally skidding to an abrupt halt outside the drawing room.
Within it, Lady Flemington sat near the crackling flames. The red and
orange flames sharply contrasted to her ladyship's icy gaze.
"Alexi," she drawled with an audible sigh.
"Yes, Aunt Audrey," Alexi replied, ignoring the purse of the older
woman's lips. Were it not for the periodic reminder of their relationship, her
aunt would have withheld her wages many times over.
Lady Flemington looked her up and down with a grimace before letting
out another exaggerated sigh.
"You look more like a raggedy kitchen maid than a governess of a
reputable household."
Lady Flemington took a crisp handkerchief and daintily dabbed at the
corners of her mouth. Alexi envisioned herself snatching the handkerchief
from her aunt's hands to wipe away her scowl. Instead, she lowered her eyes
to survey her own tattered dress and scuffed boots.
"I don't have the funds for new attire. If only you would pass on your old
dresses to me …” she trailed off, sensing her aunt's annoyance.
"We pay you plenty for the occasional new frock. People must assume we
take advantage of you," Lady Flemington exclaimed. "What would the
Marquess of Salisbury think?"
Alexi looked up sharply. Years of survival as the guardian of her broken
family had refined her instincts to trouble. Her warning bells rang at the
mention of the notorious rake.
"Why do you mention Lord Salisbury?" Her voice strained with
suspicion.
Lady Flemington busied herself with nibbling biscuits, chewing
ponderously before finally answering, "Lord Flemington has arranged for
you to work weekends as a governess for the marquess. It’s a small favour
among friends."
Alexi stared, dumbfounded. Her uncle's friendship with a marquess was
news to her. But her mind was on more pressing news.
"The Marquess of Salisbury?" she blurted in dismay. "Aunt Audrey, have
you lost your senses? I cannot work for that despicable rake!"
Lady Flemington's eyes narrowed.
"Don't be a fool! He will pay handsomely for the privilege. It may benefit
you to know an influential man like him."
Alexi gaped at her aunt's madness.
"How would having his illegitimate child benefit me? I've heard the vile
rumours. He'll force me to wed some stranger and give up my baby. I refuse
to go anywhere near that man!"
"Reliable sources say he provides well for the child's future," her aunt
countered. "For someone of your station, it could be fortuitous."
Realization shadowed Alexi's intelligent eyes.
"This insistence on acquainting me with Lord Salisbury ... you're aiming
to be rid of us before Father's health declines further. May I remind you that
you haven't given us a penny we haven't earned?"
"How dare you suggest such a thing! I only aim to secure your future. But
you're too stubborn to see reason."
She fixed Alexi with an imperious glare.
"You will go to Salisbury's beginning this weekend. Being near him as he
contemplates marriage could prove beneficial. His wealthy friends will also
get a glimpse of you. Who knows what fate may bring?"
Alexi was tempted to lash out, but she had nowhere to go if she were
shown the door.
"I have decided. Refuse, and you'll no longer work in this house either!"
Lady Flemington barked.
A wave of fury swept through Alexi, but she held her tongue. With no
connections to vouch for her, no other household would accept an attractive
young governess. The bitter realities of being a woman left her cornered.
For now, she had no choice but to bend to her aunt's will. She only prayed
her own virtue and wits could navigate the viper's nest she was being forced
into.
Lady Flemington's face became scarlet as she snapped open her
handkerchief in agitation. She waved it vigorously like a battle standard.
Alexi internally braced herself, for she knew that gesture all too well.
Accede or risk having a book hurled at her or worse, have her wages
suspended.
Schooling her features into a mask of deference, Alexi bowed her head.
"I shall accept the position, my lady."
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Chapter Three
Lullingstone Castle
Winter 1828
After she received her first wage that doubled her income, the weekend
position became far more enjoyable. She endured her aunt through the
week, then headed for Lullingstone at dawn each Saturday. She was then
rewarded by Elizabeth and Edward’s joyful laughter filling the galleries.
Even the maids' silence seemed less ominous now. Mrs. Witherby and
Mr. Harrison tolerated her presence well enough. The butler may even have
even smiled at her one rainy afternoon. Most importantly, Alexi could
finally afford books and delicious treats to nourish her beloved sister,
Emma.
One sunny morning, Emma held her new book on astronomy with
bounding steps on their way to the bakery. Alexi's heart filled with
happiness as she witnessed her sister's glee. She pretended to eat the tart
they shared, encouraging Emma to take large mouthfuls befitting a starving
creature.
Emma was a wispy thing, a full head shorter than Alexi. She had the
gangly frame of a child despite nearing twenty years. Her colouring differed
too with light brown hair and blue eyes contrasting Alexi's dark locks and
olive complexion.
Alexi's heart twinged, remembering those early years after their mother's
death. Emma had always been nose-deep in books and oblivious to survival.
Alexi had held her when she missed their mother, spoon-fed her while she
read, and fended off her tormentors.
Now they giggled together, picturing the fastidious butler waltzing solo in
his office. There were many speculations as well about why Mrs. Witherby
kept a bottle of gin in her drawer.
"I think it’s calming for her nerves before she scolds a maid. She is a kind
woman,” Alexi said.
“Or it belongs to Mr. Harrison, judging by his dancing feet,” Emma
opined.
“Perhaps she needs to imbibe because of Mr. Harrison’s dancing," Alexi
offered with a laugh.
“Or to soothe her heart because she longs for him,” Emma said with her
hands over her heart. “They’re perfect for each other. Don't you agree?
They have a rebellious side but are soft under their stiff exteriors."
Alexi gawked at this comment. “They’ve been labouring for decades in
the same household.”
Emma pretended mock sadness.
"Oh, it is tragic how little you know about matters of the heart, my dear
sister."
"All matters of the heart you claim to know are theoretical, sister."
Emma was not dissuaded. "Everything begins as theories until proven.
Mrs. Witherby and Mr. Harrison may perceive each other under new light in
a new environment.”
"Shall I kidnap them and lock them up in a barn? Mayhap I should take
them to the village festival?" Alexi suggested.
"Ooh, how intriguing. Maybe if we arranged a private meeting with gin to
loose their tongues, we could learn if they harbour affections for each
other."
"I dare say such machinations would require more effort than I can spare.
I might devote my energy to securing a suitable husband for myself," Alexi
replied.
"Speaking of which, I happened upon Lord Salisbury today," Emma
mentioned.
Alexi wondered why her sister would connect her future husband to that
scoundrel but held her tongue. There were more important questions to be
tackled.
"You encountered the marquess? Pray tell, where was this meeting?"
"I attended the parliamentary session and Lord Salisbury serves as the
Speaker of the House," Emma said.
"Is that so? I confess, I am wholly uninformed of his political career."
Emma cast a reproving glance.
"Ought you not take an interest in the affairs of the master you serve?"
Alexi waved a dismissive hand.
"His reputation as a rake tells me enough of the man's character."
"Have you met his lordship yourself?" Emma pressed.
"I have not. He remains but a ghost, which suits me perfectly well."
Emma's frown carved a line between her brows.
"Though whispered to have ruined several young ladies, he champions
the Reform Bill to promote equal representation. I find it strange that a
rogue who takes advantage of the weak can be noble in politics."
Alexi pondered this contradiction in silence. She finally responded,
"Perhaps he promotes causes to craft an image in public, whilst privately
indulging his baser appetites. He need not believe in his policies, only
support those with power."
"You do not think his political convictions reveal his true character?"
Emma suggested hopefully.
Alexi sighed, having no such illusions.
"No, I think not. He merely hides his depravity to further his ambitions. I
know a maid whose sister was ruined by his whims. He shall pay any price
to sate his desire. Only desperate women work for him because others fear
the damage to their prospects."
"How disheartening," Emma replied, her youthful optimism deflating. "I
had hoped a gentleman of such charisma would prove himself no rake, at
least not a horrible one."
She rested her chin pensively upon her hands as Alexi cradled the warm
coffee cup. They both ruminated on the perplexing contradiction that was
Lord Salisbury. He was the paragon of moral politics by day but
transformed into a predator without scruple by night.
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Chapter Four
The Master
Winter 1828
T heattention
stranger turned his head just enough to meet her gaze, drawing her
to the sturdy column of his neck. His penetrating amber eyes
glinted like jewels. He reclined against the cushions, exuding languid ease.
Not a muscle twitched as he watched her approach. He was a lion observing
a prey already trapped in his lair. Why would he exert himself when she
must inevitably come to him?
Irritably, she noted her heartbeat quicken as her gaze traced his wide
mouth, shapely and well-defined. A rogue he may be, but she was not
immune to masculine beauty. As he gestured, a bold golden signet ring
caught the light, adorning a hand that knew hard work and power. Vigour
pulsed from him in waves, accentuating his air of danger.
He made no move to stand in courtesy as propriety dictated, clearly
deeming her unworthy of such effort. Instead, Lord Salisbury stretched his
long legs before him, immaculate boots gleaming like a prized stallion's
hide. His heavy-lidded stare grew more assessing with each step, which
made her painfully aware of her every movement.
Something in her discomfort must have shown as his bored mask shifted
into wry amusement. As she locked eyes with his mocking gaze underneath
the unruly brown locks, a strange feeling of familiarity distracted her. That
and the intensity of his scrutiny made Alexi nearly forget how to put one
foot after the other. She focused on slowing her strides, denying him the
satisfaction of seeing her flustered.
As she drew nearer, he pinned her with a cool appraisal. She assessed him
brazenly, noting his strong jaws and the pulse at his temple. Then his eyes
crinkled at the corners as a grin spread across his face.
"It's you ..." Alexi murmured, frown lines marring the space between her
brows as the shameful memory of that illicit night flooded through her once
more.
She recalled his malice-laced caress, the cruel rustling of banknotes
stuffed defiantly into her ragged pocket even as indignity crimsoned her
cheeks. His words had hollowed out those last vestiges of dignity, crushing
her spirit more deeply than she reckoned possible and sinking her into
despair’s fathomless pit. She had been a fool, allowing his silver tongue and
hypnotic eyes to slash through her very soul for a measly three pounds.
As she took in his proud form, the broad shoulders and chiseled features
that still haunted her restless dreams, confusion and longing also stirred
within her breast alongside the rage and humiliation. His handsome façade
appeared cracked, hinting at some profound shift harboured in the shadows
of his countenance that gave her pause. The reckless fire, the taunting
amusement ... both seemingly tempered by an awakened conscience or self-
reckoning. She discerned no trace of the callous young aristocrat who had
derided her principles. In his place stood a complex man who set her shame
and yearnings crashing together once more with disorienting force. She
could not tear her gaze away, held captive by her own flurry of regrets,
questions and stifled desires.
"Ah, there you are, Alexi," Lady Flemington exclaimed with a taut smile.
Her aunt’s discomfort was evident as Alexi's gaze flicked between her aunt
and the man who was still insolently sprawled before them.
Lady Flemington fluttered in embarrassment at Alexi’s manners, or a lack
thereof.
"Do greet your aunt properly, child. I've traveled all this way to see you."
Alexi leaned down to dutifully kiss her aunt's cheek.
"Please accept my apologies, Aunt."
"I requested an audience with Lord Salisbury, and he was kind enough to
grant me one. My lord, allow me to present my niece, Miss Alexandra
Addington. She is the new governess at your service."
Alexi corrected crisply, "I am Miss Alexandra Brown." Disregarding her
aunt's irritated look, she added, "Addington was my late mother's maiden
name."
The man seemed to relish this display. He likely found her assertiveness
amusing from one so far beneath him. And one whose dignity he had
trounced.
Reclining deeper, he subjected Alexi to a thorough perusal, as if pricing
livestock at the market. Her face heated as the memory of their kiss invaded
her thoughts.
"Have you taken any eyes out of gentlemen lately, Miss Brown?" he
asked languidly, the grin still adorning his face.
"No, my lord. However, I sense that is about to change."
The man chuckled.
Alexi reluctantly took a seat, resenting the butterflies swirling traitorously
in her belly as she observed his athletic frame. He wore his dark hair longer
than was fashionable, augmenting his roguish aura. Unlike most gentlemen,
he lacked any softness. Instead, he possessed a rugged, haunted quality
usually earned through years of hardship. Underpinning it was an innate
refinement in every fiber. Alexi wondered what travails had hardened a
nobleman so.
As if sensing her assessment, his eyes gleamed from his shadowed face.
They seemed to bore through to her innermost thoughts, and Alexi
suppressed a shudder. His lips curved subtly and settled crooked and almost
taunting, as if discerning her unease. She felt like a lamb before a beast,
knowing her looming torment would not be brief. No, it would be enduring
with one cruelty inflicted slowly after another.
Alexi took a seat opposite the man, pressing her hands beneath her to still
their trembling. Her odd behavior did not escape Lady Flemington, though
she held her tongue for now.
"I've not had the pleasure of meeting Miss Brown until today," he
drawled. "I was unaware our new governess was your kin, Lady
Flemington. You have my gratitude for the recommendation."
Lady Flemington preened.
"You can be assured, my lord, the children will thrive under dear Alexi's
tutelage. Were you aware she is the granddaughter of Viscount Sidmouth?"
The man’s brows rose a fraction.
"I was not."
"Indeed. My dear sister Agnes passed when Alexi was but twelve. Oh,
she was such a beauty. Alexi is the image of her mother."
The nobleman surveyed Alexi dubiously, as if failing to discern this
professed beauty. She had to resist the urge to tap her foot in irritation.
"Alexi, let his lordship properly see your lovely face. Reveal the
blessings God has granted you, child."
"I am no prize heifer at a market, Aunt," Alexi retorted sharply. "I doubt
the children care a whit what I look like."
Lord Salisbury smirked; his arms crossed as he resumed his brazen
survey.
"You are indeed past your prime. Are you not, Miss Brown?"
Alexi shot him a withering glare, only increasing his amusement. Lady
Flemington tutted anxiously.
"Must you spew fire at every turn? A match is not beyond hope if his
lordship would make an introduction," the woman said in a buttery voice.
Alexi stiffened. "I've no wish to wed some pompous fool who squanders
his inheritance, nor do I require assistance securing a husband."
Lady Flemington looked at her niece, horrified. "You cannot play a
governess forever. You require a good match or a patron to provide for you
and your family."
"A patron?" Alexi cried. "How could you suggest such a thing to your
niece?"
Lord Salisbury frowned pensively.
"She seems rather ... high-spirited. Most men do not care for that in a
mistress."
“Well, I do not care for an obnoxious—"
"Mind your tongue, Alexi!"
To her astonishment, Lord Salisbury smiled. "Do not distress yourself,
Lady Flemington. I find your niece's impertinence rather amusing."
His eyes glinted with mischief.
"Please forgive her outburst, my lord," Lady Flemington implored. "For
all her fire, Alexi is quite clever and competent." She leaned in and
whispered, "And she's still untouched, I might add."
"Aunt!" Alexi cried, aghast. "Have you no shame?"
Lady Flemington waved her off.
"Alexi is devoted to her ailing father. He's alive because of her and her
sister's care. Emma is a brilliant girl and a hard worker, too."
"Leave Emma out of this!" Alexi shouted. "I'll not tend to his lordship's
nursery, nor train him on using the chamber pot!"
At this, Lord Salisbury let out a great bellow of laughter, rendering them
both speechless.
"As entertaining as this has been, Lady Flemington, I'm afraid I must take
my leave," he said, rising. He towered over Alexi, looking down with an
insolent smile.
Her eyes glared up unflinchingly, her straight spine firmly glued to the
chair.
"I believe Miss Brown would make a most exciting mistress, should she
fail at her governess duties," he said before sauntering out of the room.
Alexi took a calming breath, simmering at the marquess' intolerable
insult. She refused to accept this passive fate, allowing him to disparage her
so. But first, she must confront the true orchestrator of this humiliation.
She rounded on her aunt, eyes blazing. "How could you speak of me in
such crude, demeaning terms?"
Lady Flemington lifted her chin. "And how can you be so ungrateful?
Lord Salisbury could elevate your prospects enormously."
Alexi gaped, appalled.
"You discussed my virtue as if I’m a hawking ware! With a stranger!
What have I done to deserve this insult?"
Lady Flemington bristled. "What are you going on about? Why wouldn't I
seek a nobleman's favour for my kin?"
"Am I to be traded for your gain?" Alexi spat.
"Such ingratitude! I act only for your benefit. Soon none will have you
but doddering lechers. Lord Salisbury is exceedingly eligible. You could
rise high with his patronage."
Alexi laughed bitterly. "You care nothing for me or my future. Only how
it might profit you and Lord Flemington."
"Our success ensures yours," her aunt insisted indignantly. "Is it wrong
that I try so hard for this family?"
"Would you want the same for your grown daughter?" Alexi challenged.
Lady Flemington faltered. "Well ... that would be different, of course."
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T rue to his word, Mr Crane delivered a copy of the Reform Bill for
Alexi's perusal. She pored over it meticulously, making detailed notes as
she analysed the proposed changes. But the more she understood, the more
Lord Salisbury's motives seemed murky.
To Alexi, morality was simple. People were either decent or deplorable.
She categorized everyone into clearly defined boxes, finding comfort in that
predictability. Lord Salisbury's glaring contradictions refused to be
contained, threatening the order she clung to.
Either his politics were virtuous, or his debauched lifestyle defined his
character. Both could not coexist in her black-and-white worldview. One
must be the truth, the other a cunning facade. But which? The uncertainty
ate at her.
"I'm flattered to be the subject of such intense scrutiny," came an amused
voice from overhead, jolting Alexi from her thoughts. She looked up to find
Lord Salisbury's tall frame silhouetted by sunlight, his smile flashing from
the shadows.
"My lord," she murmured.
She rose swiftly, pressing a hand to her galloping heart as she dropped
into a curtsy. Lord Salisbury surveyed her with palpable interest.
"So absorbed in my genius, you didn't hear my approach?
Understandable, I suppose."
Alexi straightened, meeting his taunting gaze audaciously. Wisdom urged
her to hold her tongue, but she had never been one to follow its counsel.
"Or perhaps I was preoccupied with your deficiencies … my lord."
At this, his lordship's face opened in a wide grin.
"Is that so? Please enlighten me. Where have I strayed?"
Alexi eyed him warily, suspecting a trap. But Lord Salisbury simply
settled on the bench and crossed his long legs, boots still muddied from
riding. His eyes shone brightly beneath the delicate lacework of a shadow
cast by budding branches.
"Come now, Miss Brown," he goaded when she didn't respond. "Would
you prefer to continue ogling my handsome face rather than engage my
brilliant mind?"
Alexi gaped, torn between mortification and incredulity. She perched on
the opposite end of the bench and folded her hands primly on her lap.
"It shall not take long for me to grasp the extent of your intellect," Alexi
mumbled under her breath.
His wicked grin returned. “Splendid. That leaves ample time for you to
admire my other estimable attributes."
Outraged heat flooded her cheeks. "That’s hardly an appropriate
conversation for a gentleman to have with a lady!"
One of his brows quirked up. "Even for lovers?"
"Wh-what?" Alexi spluttered.
"We are well acquainted, are we not? To know how one tastes …" His
gaze drifted down to her parted lips then back to her round eyes. "I admit it
may take time before our relationship sees its full bloom—"
With her hands on her cheeks because she couldn't find a hole to crawl
into, she stuttered, "D-don't be ludicrous! That was six years ago, and it was
as chaste as a kiss could be. Juvenile, truth be told. There is nothing
between us except for you being my master."
"Ah, yes. I do like to dominate …"
His stare bore into her intently although his smile fanned her emotions at
the moment. Alexi rose hastily.
"The children likely await me by now."
"Evasion yet again." He said to her back as she began to walk away.
"You're not being completely honest. Very well, I shall unravel your secrets
through other means."
Desperate to escape but fearing his meaning, Alexi halted. Facing away
from him, she pleaded, "Please, my lord. Allow me to perform my duties as
a governess and nothing more."
His smooth baritone voice cut through the breeze. "I'm afraid I cannot do
that. You intrigue me, Miss Brown."
"All women intrigue you."
"True but especially the ones I have corrupted."
Reliving her shame, Alexi turned around slowly. Lord Salisbury was
peering at her notes in his hand. Then he looked up with a strange
expression on his face. Was he surprised? Angry?
Taking a calming breath, she said, "My lord, I really must return."
Alexi waited in taut silence until finally, he extended his arm and offered
her notes. She approached him cautiously and snatched the papers away as
if avoiding a viper's sting. Dipping the quickest of curtsies, she whirled
around and strode off.
Her stomach dropped into the pit when she heard his footsteps echoing
behind her. The man had the right to use the same door to enter his home,
she reasoned.
The rogue’s arrogant voice halted her.
“Are you married?”
She was tempted to lie, but keeping up with her lies would become a
chore. Without glancing in his direction, she replied, “No.”
“Do you have a betrothed or a beau?”
“No.”
"I see that life has not been kind to you, Miss Brown, and I'm sorry for
it."
Alexi frowned. Was he mocking her because she was unwed?
"Not because of a lack of offers."
"Who has offered for you? Would I know them?"
Was that jealousy she detected in his tone? Of course, not. Why would he
be? She shook off her thoughts.
"Some."
"Why did you not accept?"
"I did not like any of them." She picked up her skirt and hastened her
steps.
"Are you saying you'd only marry for love?"
"Not at all. I'd marry for mutual admiration, respect."
Alexi stopped just outside the nursery. She turned to face him and startled
at his nearness. She could smell the fresh scent of his shaving soap, make
out the individual weave of his soft wool coat … feel his warmth upon her
cheeks. His presence engulfed her like it did so long ago. She focused on
his cravat.
"I'm beginning to think," he rumbled in a low voice, "your aunt offered
you to me as a threat to you. Marry or she'll throw you to the wolves. Am I
correct?"
She nodded wordlessly, not daring to look up at him. That had not
occurred to her so muddled were her thoughts by anger. It made sense,
however. Her aunt wouldn't actually mean to sacrifice her family's
reputation. Besides, the woman must have known she wouldn't accept such
degradation. She'd rather sweep chimneys than to sell her body.
Lord Salisbury blew a whistle. "Why do you stay in her employ, Miss
Brown? You're well educated and capable of acting with propriety if
necessary."
She looked up and realized her error. His gaze sucked her in. She looked
away.
"I must go," she curtsied hastily and left him in the hallway.
Arthur stared at the closed door to the nursery, deep in thought. What was it
about this woman? His body was set ablaze by the mere sight of her. Six
years later, the distant memory took its shape and lodged firmly in his core.
By all rights, he should feel offended and indignant for her refusal to
submit. Well, there it is, the answer to his question.
Even when she had so boldly accepted the three pounds, it had not felt
like submission to him. It had seemed like a negotiation, the lesser of two
evils. She had had no choice. He was fairly certain she wouldn't have
withered away even if he had forced her affection. He was a despicable
swine for tormenting her so. He felt the buds of respect take root.
Her incisive notes had also surprised him. She was right. He was ignorant
of his own biases, blind to what he did not know. To introduce fresh
perspectives and credibility, he needed someone unlike himself on his team.
Were women permitted, he would engage Miss Brown in a heartbeat
although she would prove far too distracting.
Now he understood her tolerance for her dreadful relations. Their home,
however stifling, offered security. But in capturing his notice, she had
stepped into the lion's den. For try as he might to ignore it, she sparked his
imagination in ways no other woman had. He found himself akin to her
presence. Soon, he'd be searching for her, longing to uncover more of her
like a schoolboy. She would make his tedious life infinitely more
pleasurable.
Somehow, he must contrive to keep her close at hand. Common sense
demanded that he keep his distance from the children's governess. But when
had he ever heeded sense and logic? No, he would not so easily relinquish
this new source of fascination. He did so relish the thrill of the chase.
As vexing as Lord Salisbury was, Alexi appreciated the extra income the
position provided. Given their last heated exchange, she half expected the
encounter to have cost her the position. Her suspicion was confirmed when
she was summoned upon arrival on Saturday morning.
Knocking briskly, she found Mrs. Witherby writing diligently in a ledger.
Without glancing up, the housekeeper informed her, "You shall work here
seven days a week now."
"I beg your pardon?" Alexi blurted. "This is the first time I've heard of
this. My aunt had said nothing."
"His lordship has decreed it," the housekeeper replied.
"I cannot stay the entire week. My cousins need me. I must speak with his
lordship directly."
Mrs. Witherby set down her quill. "Lord Salisbury predicted you'd say
that. You'll find him at the stables." She then placed a beautiful box on the
desk. "And you are to wear this. Your current attire does not reflect your
position as the governess in a prestigious household."
Inside was a green satin dress, cut low and snug through the bodice. It
would preclude binding her chest and reveal far more than Alexi preferred.
Seething, she grabbed the box.
How dare he dictate her wardrobe!
She would obey but intended to give the arrogant man a blistering piece
of her mind.
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Language: English
EDINBURGH MAGAZINE.
LXXV.
CONTENTS.
“He could not ignore the arguments by which they were called upon by
honourable and right honourable gentlemen to enter into a war with Russia. The
first argument was one which had been a dozen times repeated, relative to the
comparative value of the trade of the two countries. We were to go to war to
prevent Russia from possessing countries from which she would exclude our
commerce, as she did from her own territory. That argument was repeated by a
noble lord, who told the House how insignificant our trade with Russia was,
compared with that with Turkey. Now, that opinion was erroneous as well as
dangerous, for we had no pecuniary interest in going to war. Our interests were all
on the other side, as he was prepared to show. The official returns did not give him
the means of measuring the extent of our exports to Russia, but he had applied to
some of the most eminent merchants in the City, and he confessed he had been
astonished by the extent of our trade with Russia. He used to be told that our
exports to Russia amounted to less than £2,000,000. Now, Russia was still under
the Protectionist delusion, which had also prevailed in this country in his
recollection. (A laugh.) Russia still kept up her protective duties upon her
manufactures, but he would tell the House what we imported from Russia, and
they might depend on it that whatever we imported we paid for. (Hear, hear.) He
had estimated the imports from Russia as of much greater value than most people
thought, and he was under the impression that they might amount to from
£5,000,000 to £6,000,000 per annum. Now, here was a calculation of our imports
from Russia which he had obtained from sources that might be relied upon,—
Estimated Value of Imports from Russia into the United Kingdom.
Tallow, £1,800,000
Linseed, 1,300,000
Flax and hemp, 3,200,000
Wheat, 4,000,000
Wool, 300,000
Oats, 500,000
Other grain, 500,000
Bristles, 450,000
Timber, deals, &c., 500,000
Iron, 70,000
Copper, 140,000
Hides, 60,000
Miscellaneous, 200,000
£13,020,000
Now, last year our imports from Russia were larger than usual, and another
house, taking an average year, had made them £11,000,000. In that calculation,
the imports of wheat were taken at £2,000,000 instead of £4,000,000, and that
made the difference. He was also credibly informed that Russian produce to the
value of about £1,000,000 came down the Vistula to the Prussian ports of the
Baltic, and was shipped thence to this country; so that our imports from Russia
averaged about £12,000,000 sterling per annum, and included among them
articles of primary importance to our manufactures. How was machinery to work,
and how were locomotives to travel, without tallow to grease their wheels? (A
laugh.) Look, too, at the imports of linseed to the value of £1,300,000. No persons
were more interested than honourable gentlemen opposite in the reduction of the
price of the food of cattle. Then take the articles of flax and hemp. There were
districts in the West Riding which would suffer very serious injury and great
distress if we should go to war and cut off our intercourse with Russia. (Hear.)
Even with regard to the article of Russian iron, which entered into consumption at
Sheffield, he was told it would be hardly possible to manufacture some of the finer
descriptions of cutlery if the supply of Russian iron were interfered with.”
£8,810,618
We have taken for the above estimate the prices which prevailed in
the first six months of 1852, after which they were raised above an
average by peculiar circumstances. The year selected, moreover, was
one of larger imports than usual of many articles. For example, our
imports of Russian grain in 1852 amounted, in round numbers, to
£2,235,300 sterling, against only £952,924 in 1850. Yet we have less
than nine millions as the amount of this vaunted import trade from
Russia, the interruption of which is to be fraught with such serious
consequences to our internal peace, and to the “popularity” of the
liberal representatives of our large towns.
But fortunately for the country, and rather mal apropos for those
who would fain convert any diminution of our supplies of produce
from Russia into the ground of an anti-war agitation, we have
succeeded in procuring from that country during the past year
supplies unprecedented in quantity. The following have been our
imports from Russia in 1853, as compared with the previous year:—
Corn, wheat, and flour, qrs. 1,070,909 against 733,571 in 1852.
Oats, „ 379,059 305,738
Other grain, „ 263,653 262,238
Tallow, cwts. 847,267 609,197
Seeds, qrs. 785,015 518,657
Bristles, lbs. 2,477,789 1,459,303
Flax, cwts. 1,287,988 948,523
Hemp, „ 836,373 543,965
Wool, lbs. 9,054,443 5,353,772
Iron, tons 5,079 1,792
Copper (unwrought), „ 974 226
Copper (part wrought), „ 656 1,042
Timber (hewn), loads 45,421 28,299
Timber (sawn), „ 245,532 189,799