Lady Polly Part 1

Lady Polly.

by Nicola Comick.

Prologue.

QnyQ 1812.

You're a d.a.m.ned fool.

Henry! " Simon Verey leant on the table and addressed his friend in tones that would have led Henry March night to call him out under any other circ.u.mstances.

"Leave it a few weeks--a month, even--for everyone to lose interest in Miss Jacques's vicious rum ours! If you go to Lady Paulersbury's rout tonight, they'll make mincemeat of you!"

Lord Henry's only response was a rather lopsided grin as he tilted his head to consider the intricate folds of his violet cravat in the mirror.

"The Napoleon," he mused.

"Rather a neat style, don't you think, Simon?

Languishing and romantic, as is appropriate for this evening! Do you think that it will bring me the luck of the French? " "In love or in war?" Verey asked drily.

Lord Henry's only reply was another smile.

"I regret that I cannot take your advice, Simon," he continued.

"I must see Lady Polly Sea grave tonight.

I am hoping that I may still persuade her to consent to be my wife. "

Verey's lips tightened. He had seen that reckless look in his friend's grey eyes before and knew it promised trouble. There was something both tense and watchful about Lord Henry's elegantly clad form, some element held under the barest control. And Verey understood his desperation, but he thought Henry had miscalculated.

"They'll never let you near her," he prophesied grimly.

"Good G.o.d, the whole Town thinks that you have tried to debauch Miss Jacques, then proposed marriage to Lady Polly for her fortune only a day later!

You'll be ripped to pieces. Henry!"

Lord Henry shrugged.

"Lady Polly would never believe such a thing of me, Simon. I know she would have accepted my suit had the Earl not refused to countenance it!"

Verey shook his head. What madness could have possessed Lord Henry to ask the starchy old Earl of Sea grave for his daughter's hand in marriage whilst such un savoury, albeit untrue, rum ours were being circulated? He must have known that the Earl was so high in the instep that he would never sanction a match between his only daughter and a man who had been branded a philanderer and deceiver.

With its usual appet.i.te for scandal. Society had been quick to seize upon the accusations of Miss Sally Jacques that Henry March night had promised her marriage and then attempted to seduce her. Verey knew that Miss Jacques was the daughter of a Cit who had attempted to establish herself amongst the ton and whose disappointment at being unable to bring Henry up to scratch had led to this ill-considered revenge.

Verey also knew that most of Society thought Miss Jacques an ill-bred mushroom and that interest in the story would wane very swiftly. If only Henry had exercised his usual cool detachment! But in his very real pa.s.sion for Lady Polly Sea grave he seemed uncharacteristically hasty, unable to wait even a few days for matters to cool. Simon was prepared to support his friend, but he was certain that the evening would be deeply unenjoyable.

Their reception at Lady Paulersbury's was everything Verey had predicted and worse. Silence fell as Lord Henry March night was announced. Men whom he had counted his friends pointedly turned their backs. Some women whispered maliciously behind their fans, whilst others drew aside from him with disgusted expressions. There was a moment when Lord Henry was certain Lord Paulersbury was about to have him horsewhipped from the house before his wife's more temperate counsel prevailed. But he was treated as a social pariah, ignored or ridiculed, and it was a profoundly unpleasant and uncomfortable experience.

Lady Polly Sea grave saw Lord Henry's tall figure across the ballroom and was immediately certain that he had come to seek her out. She caught her breath.

To have dared so much public opprobrium, just for the chance of speech with her! He must know that her father had forbidden them to meet and the entire Town was reviling him over the scandal of Miss Jacques.

Polly burned with outraged fury at the treatment Sally Jacques had meted out to Lord Henry. Sally and Polly had once been friends, before Miss Jacques's jealousy at Lord Henry's partiality for Polly had driven a wedge between them. Sally had contrived that her carriage had broken down in the vicinity of Lord Henry's home at Ruth ford and had imposed on his hospitality overnight so that she had compromised them both. In vain had Lord Henry argued that Miss Jacques's companion and his own servants had provided ample chaperonage and that nothing untoward had occurred. Public opinion, carefully encouraged by Miss Jacques and her chaperon with their hints at false proposals and attempted seduction, was firmly of the belief that he should have made her an offer. His refusal to do so proved him to be no gentleman. It was not long before the true facts of the case had been turned inside out and Henry March night was denounced as a scoundrel and seducer.

A few days before, when Polly had heard the harmful gossip repeated by two salacious matrons, she had burst out that it was all malicious lies.

Immediately their watchful gaze had turned thoughtfully on her. Her mother had pulled Polly to one side.

"Be quiet, you silly girl!" Lady Sea grave had hissed in Polly's ear.

"You will have them thinking that Lord Henry has debauched you too!"

"Lord Henry has not debauched anyone!" Polly had muttered furiously, but she kept her voice discreetly low for all her vehemence.

"He is an honourable man!"

For a moment Lady Sea grave had looked almost sorry for her daughter.

"Lord Henry may be as honourable as you please, but no one will believe it now!

And that is because they do not want to believe it, for the tale is so much more interesting than the truth.

So you will be a good girl and have no more to do with him! " For a moment Polly had looked mutinous. Lord Henry had always behaved as a perfect gentleman towards her. She was more than half in love with him.

But she had already had her father explain, very clearly and kindly, just why he could not entertain Lord Henry's suit. And Polly was only eighteen, and accustomed to obeying her parents unquestioningly in everything. And now Lady Sea grave had caught her arm, turning her away so that Lord Henry's curiously compelling grey gaze could no longer disturb her so.

"You must not acknowledge him," she murmured, whilst keeping a spurious social smile fixed on her face for the benefit of those about them who were watching with a keen interest.

Polly knew her mother was only acting with the best of intentions. A young lady's good name was so fragile and scandal so contaminating. She had seen how a reputation could become so tarnished that a girl would become quite unmarriageable. But she was torn by her burgeoning feelings for Lord Henry.

She had never been in love before and he had wooed her throughout the Season, so gently, so carefully. His attentions had never overstepped the mark and when he smiled at her with all the warmth and tenderness that spoke more clearly than any words, Polly felt deliciously safe and cherished.

She reluctantly allowed her mother to shepherd her away, but could not resist a quick glance over her shoulder. Lord Henry was still watching her. Polly gave a pleasurable little shiver of excitement, but at the same time a fris son of nerves prompted her to hope that he would not make a scene or press his attentions on her. That would be deliciously romantic but rather difficult to handle. Polly was not at all sure that she could cope with impa.s.sioned protestations of love.

It was much later in the evening when Lord Henry finally managed to get Polly on her own. Throughout the ball, she had been aware of his presence, the deceptively casual way in which he was watching her all the time. But she was never left alone. Lady Sea- grave, a very dragon of propriety where her only daughter was concerned, seemed to follow her everywhere until Polly told her with asperity that she was quite capable of visiting the ladies' withdrawing room alone.

It was on her way back that Lord Henry seized his chance, materialising in the deserted corridor and drawing her into an empty room before Polly even had time to catch her breath. It was vastly exciting, but also rather frightening. There was something driven about Lord Henry that evening, Polly thought, something so resolute that it made her quail and find him almost a stranger. She was not accustomed to strong emotion. The Sea grave household was run with apparent harmony and the Earl would never have countenanced any vulgar display of feeling.

Polly knew very little about love; she loved her parents with a dutiful respect, and knew, far more scandalously, that her brothers had both at one time or another had in keeping certain ladies on whom they lavished their affections. That, Polly had once overheard her mother darkly telling another matron, had very little to do with love at all. And here was Lord Henry March night, burning with another type of romantic pa.s.sion. His intensity frightened her.

"Lord Henry!" Polly's voice trembled a little.

"You know my father has forbidden me to speak with you--' He took both her hands in his, his intent grey gaze fixed on her face.

"I.

know it! But I had to see you! You know that he has refused my suit, but we cannot let that make us part! Come away with me, my love! If you will trust yourself to me--' But Polly had taken a hasty step back, freeing her hands from his grasp.

She had paled visibly, her cheeks as white as the pristine foulard at her throat. "Run away with you? But--' " You must know that I love you! Say you'll marry me! " For a moment Polly wavered. He was taking her by storm, so ardent, so impa.s.sioned that she was tempted.

But her feelings were barely awakened and everything in her upbringing conspired against him. His very ardour alienated her. He knew, a moment before she recoiled, that she was going to refuse him.