Lady Polly Part 54

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.

"Oh, no, indeed I could not! My father ... the scandal... only think--' Polly's eyes were huge with the horror of it. She broke off at the expression on Lord Henry's face, suddenly aware that she might have been a little precipitate. Those grey eyes, so warm and tender before, were now so stony and withdrawn that Polly bit her lip. It was like looking into the face of a complete stranger.

The tears came into her eyes. She had a sudden conviction that she had just carelessly thrown away something infinitely precious, without truly under standing exactly what it was. She put out a tentative hand, but Lord Henry was already turning away.

"Polly!" The awesome tones were those of Lady Sea grave, who stood in the shadows, furious fire kindling in her dark eyes.

"Come here at once! I knew I could not trust you on your own! And as for you, sir--' She turned on Lord Henry, but he was already leaving.

He sketched an immaculately elegant bow, first to the Countess and then to Polly.

"You need have no fears for your daughter at my hands, ma'am," he said, his tone one of frigid courtesy.

"I give you my word that I shall never approach her again." And he was gone, leaving Polly with the comfort of her familiar world and a totally unfamiliar feeling of desolation in her heart.

Chapter One.

QysQ 1817.

Sir G.o.dfrey Or bison did not understand women.

Never having entered the bond of matrimony and being devoid of close female relatives to guide him, he was ill-equipped to deal with a G.o.ddaughter he considered to be both foolish and ungrateful.

"You refused him because you did not love him?" Sir G.o.dfrey's black brows beetled together and he glared fiercely at Lady Polly Sea grave, his tone incredulous.

"What is that to the purpose, pray? A fine situation if one had to love one's intended spouse! The material point is that he is heir to the Duke of Bel lars, and as such must be a better prospect than life as a penniless spinster! Aye, and a spinster who is fast approaching her dotage!"

The Dowager Countess of Sea grave was fluttering her hands in distress, but Lady Polly allowed herself a small smile, her elusive dimples peeping for a moment. She knew her G.o.dfather's ill temper would not last long for he was incapable of bearing a grudge and was so fond of her that she could get away with most things. Turning down her fifth suitor of the Season and the nineteenth eligible proposal of her life was, however, testing his indulgence to the full. And he was her trustee, along with her elder brother, and as such could cut up rough about her allowance if he chose. In eighteen months she would be twenty-five and should be mistress of her own fortune, but if Sir G.o.dfrey chose to make her a penniless spinster, it was within his legal powers to do so. Clearly some tact and charm was called for.

She dropped a small curtsy and smiled at her G.o.dfather beguilingly.

"Dearest Sir G.o.dfrey, you have been like a father to me since my own papa died, and I do thank you for all your guidance and advice! But I am persuaded that you could not really wish me to marry John Bel lars!

He is a pleasant enough man, if as dull as ditch water, but it is old Lady Bel lars who would be the rub! Why, she has him completely under her thumb and is the most mean-spirited woman--' " Humph! " Sir G.o.dfrey opined.

"And she is penny-pinching, too!" The Dowager Countess of Sea grave put in, hastily improving on her daughter's theme.

"I hear she keeps young John on a tight rein, for all that she has no real control over his fortune!

And," she added artfully, with a flash of her dark eyes, 'was it not Augusta Bel lars who tried to snare you in your salad days, G.o.dfrey?

She pursued you quite violently, as I recall! They were taking bets in the clubs that she would catch you!"

Sir G.o.dfrey's choleric gaze kindled again.

"Gussie Grantley! Yes, b" G.o.d, I'd forgotten that! Tiresome woman, forever wheedling herself into my company, telling everyone there was an understanding between us! Well. " he sighed heavily, 'can't be doing with that connection in the family, then. Why, she might view this as a second chance to catch me!"