What a Reckless Rogue Needs Part 16

"The sarcasm is unwarranted."

Her face heated. She marched out of the attic. How dare he speak so coldly about Margaret? He was a rake and yet he thought himself above everyone. She thought him a hypocrite and wouldn't be surprised if he had notches on his bedpost. Horrid man.

His rapid footsteps echoed behind her. She hurried her step, but he caught her arm. "Stop," he said.

She glared at him. "I agreed to help you because I thought you deserved the opportunity to prove yourself, but I will not aid and abet you when you have so little respect for your family."

He opened a bedchamber door. "Come inside. Agnes is cleaning the banister, and I don't want her to hear us."

She followed him inside and turned to him. "You are judgmental."

His nostrils flared. "I am judgmental? You judge me unfairly, my lady. All I did was state the facts, but you presume to know my feelings about my own family."

"What was I to think when you spoke in such a cold manner about Margaret? The circ.u.mstances of your father's second marriage do not matter. Your father adores her, as well he should. She brought happiness and light into your father's life after your mother's death. But for reasons I do not understand, you hold yourself aloof from your own family."

"You know nothing about it."

He'd said he was selfish, and she certainly believed it now. "You have not been home since last Easter. Your sisters are growing up without even knowing their brother, and I suspect you resent Margaret."

"I don't resent her, but we are not close and never have been."

How could he be so unfeeling? "Whose fault is that? You make no effort."

"Did it ever occur to you that maybe she was the one who didn't make the effort?"

She shook her head. "That's ridiculous."

"I think it is ridiculous to expect it of an eight-year-old."

"What?" He'd shocked her.

"My father started a second family while I was away at school. I did not even know about it until he brought me home from Eton for Christmas holidays. He told me I had a new mother, but I was eight years old and didn't even know how to address her. Was I to call her Stepmama or Margaret? No one ever thought to tell me for days."

"I cannot believe it of her or your father."

"I have no reason to lie about it. I lived it-you didn't."

"How could it be possible? Margaret is too kind to ignore a child."

"She didn't ignore me, but she was not my mother, and I wasn't her son."

"I don't understand," she said.

"It happened long ago, but it is clear to me now why it was so awkward. She was educated as a lady, but there is a big difference between that education and learning the distinctions of society. I can imagine how difficult it was for her to a.s.similate. She had to have been terrified. Have you never stopped to think about why she relies so much on your mother?"

"They are friends."

"Yes, but that friendship likely came about because your mother saw the need to help her. In those early days, she was much younger and probably overwhelmed and intimidated."

"You were a child. How could you know?" she asked.

"I remember when several ladies called when we were in London. I was probably eight or nine years old. After they left, I saw Margaret sitting in the drawing room weeping."

Angeline smoothed her skirt. "I had no idea."

"We were born into this world, but she had to learn. On top of it all, she had to deal with an unhappy stepson."

Angeline winced, realizing she'd made a.s.sumptions without knowing all the particulars. "Please forgive me."

"There is nothing to forgive. It was just circ.u.mstances. I spent most of my time at school and half my summers with Harry at his uncle's pig farm," he said. "I was happy there and for the most part at school as well, but over time, my relationship with my family grew increasingly distant. I adore my sisters, but they are half my age. I'm glad my father found happiness with Margaret, but their lives went on and so did mine. No one is to blame. It was just the situation."

Angeline felt awful. "I'm sorry for misjudging you."

He scuffed his boot on the carpet. "You weren't wrong. I was resentful for many years. I felt as if I did not belong. Undoubtedly it was an erroneous perception on my part."

"I think it would be difficult for all involved when there are such drastic changes to a family," she said.

"When I arrived at Deerfield, I was shocked at how much my sisters had grown." He paused and said, "I should make more of an effort."

"I am sorry. I have no right to judge anyone when I've made grievous mistakes."

"Regardless, you didn't deserve to be treated so ill."

"I am responsible."

"You mustn't blame yourself," he said.

She deserved no sympathy. From the beginning, she'd been suspicious of Brentmoor, as any sane and virtuous woman would be, but she'd let vanity and pride overcome her judgment. All because she knew others were whispering about her single status at the ripe age of thirty. She'd not heeded her mother's warnings about waiting too long to marry, and she'd paid dearly for it.

"It's not your fault," he said.

If she'd married sooner, she could have avoided her mistakes. "I take responsibility, but it is not enough," she said. "There is nothing I can do to change it."

"No, but you can go forward. Don't let him ruin your life."

He didn't understand. She could never reconcile what she'd done to her family.

Chapter Six.

Breakfast the next morning

Colin finished his baked eggs, sausages, and roll. He drank his tea and smiled at Angeline. "I'm anxious to get started for the day."

"I look forward to it as well," she said. "I plan to take an ap.r.o.n so that I can help you in the attic again."

"In the attic?" Margaret said. "I had no idea you were working in the attic."

Wycoff frowned. "Angeline, such a task is beneath you. Let the maid do the work."

"She will not know what is valuable and what is not. There is much to do, and I'm determined to be useful."

Colin was glad to see her in much better spirits this morning, but after his conversation with his father yesterday, he wanted to make sure Wycoff knew they would preserve the proprieties. "The maid will be there at all times and will perform tasks as directed."

Ames entered the breakfast parlor before his father could reply. "My lord, Mr. Faraday has arrived. I've installed him in the anteroom."

The marquess set his cup aside. "I'm ready, Ames. Send him to my study in ten minutes."

"Yes, my lord."

"Colin, I will send for you after I conclude my meeting," the marquess said.

He'd wanted to leave as soon as breakfast ended. What the devil did his father want now? There was nothing for it. He would have to cool his heels and hope that his father's first meeting did not take too long.

"Angeline, you will join us in the drawing room until Colin is ready to depart," the d.u.c.h.ess said.

While everyone else filed out, Colin and Angeline lingered for a few moments.

"I'd hoped to leave sooner," he said.

"I will count the minutes until I can put my needle aside," she said. "Patience is not one of my virtues."

"At least my father knows I'm serious about the property."

"Perhaps by the end of the week, we will have something to show for our efforts. Your father will have no doubt you intend to transform Sommerall."

He appreciated her belief in him, but there was something in her att.i.tude that troubled him. Colin wondered how much her father's neglect had wounded her. Whatever had happened to her, he didn't believe it was hopeless. She'd been engaged to a rotten man and ought to be applauded for having the good sense to end it. Good G.o.d, her father was a duke. Surely his influence could have turned matters around, but he did not know the particulars.

Obviously, she'd not known the man's bad character. But Wycoff must have known. Why had he given his blessing?

Chances were he would never know. Perhaps that was for the best.

Forty minutes later, after a footman summoned Colin, he strode to his father's study and knocked on the door.

"Come in and shut the door, please," the marquess said.

He took a chair in front of his father's desk.

"I will get to the point," the marquess said. "Mr. Faraday is very interested in the property, even though he understands it needs a great deal of work."

His father's words stunned him.

"I daresay you thought I had invented the offer in an attempt to force you to find a wife. Am I correct?"

He briefly considered prevaricating and then decided to be honest. "It crossed my mind."

"Mr. Faraday is aware of your concerns about your mother's mausoleum, and as such, he is willing to make a higher offer as recompense, but there is another property that interests him."

He gripped the arms of the chair hard. "There isn't enough money in the world to compensate."

"I am not insensible to your feelings on the matter, but there is something important I wish to ask you. You need to be honest with me."

"Very well."

"Sommerall was always intended for you, but I could not bring myself to step inside the house. At one point, I considered selling because I knew it needed attention. Yesterday was the first time I've been in the house since your mother's death. I loved her dearly, G.o.d rest her soul, but life went on. It was Margaret who convinced me to keep the property for you. She has always blamed herself for your estrangement from our family."

He swallowed hard, remembering his conversation with Angeline about his family. Yet, his stepmother was the one who had convinced his father not to sell. "It was not her fault."

"Of course it wasn't," he said. "Are you planning to occupy the property? That means marriage, because I know you won't do it when you're single." He folded his hands on his desk. "I don't want to hear excuses or promises that you will wed in a few years. I have an offer, and I need you to tell me the truth. Are you willing to find a wife soon and reside at Sommerall?"

"You gave me six weeks to find a bride," he said. "Will you rescind that decision?"

"No, I made it in good faith. Faraday understands that it will not be available until then, but again, it is not the only one he is considering," the marquess said.

His temples ached. "You asked for honesty. I don't want to rush the decision and find out too late that I've made a mistake. It is for life. I need more time."

"Time is the one thing I cannot grant you. I previously told Faraday the property would be available in six weeks. That is what we agreed upon."

b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l. "I will occupy the house, but I need five months to find a bride. The season will open, and I will begin a serious search for a wife. I believe it is a reasonable compromise."

"No doubt you mean to do as you say, but I know what will happen when you return to London. You will fall back into your old ways with your reckless friends. You will drink to excess, gamble, and chase lightskirts. You may even consider settling down-someday in the future. Like every bachelor in the world, you are convinced that your life will end as you know it. And it will-for the better."

He had to bite back a sarcastic remark.

"If you're not serious about wedding and occupying the property, tell me now."

He flexed his hands. "I'm not inclined to make spur-of-the-moment decisions."

"Why wait? You either know you will decline or accept."

"This is a lifetime decision and I wish to think it over carefully."

"You're stalling," the marquess said.

He gripped the arms of the chair in an effort to control his reactions. "Call it what you will, but I want the entire six weeks."