Tall, with black hair, broad shoulders and a powerful
stride, Edward Barraclough was an impressive sight as he
walked through Green Park on his way back to North Audley
Street. Though he was plainly dressed, his dark green
superfine coat, silver-mounted cane, buckskins, and boots
were all of a quality which indicated to the discerning
that he was a man of wealth and distinction. The
discerning might also have wondered what such an obvious
member of the ton was doing in London, for this was the
time of year when Society deserted the town for the
pleasures of their country estates and the capital was
very thin of company.
So, when Viscount Trenton saw Mr Barraclough emerge from
the Park and prepare to cross Piccadilly, he hailed him
with surprise and pleasure.
"Ned! What the devil are you doing in town?" 'The same as
you, I imagine," said Mr Barraclough. "Business."
"I didn't think the Foreign Office did any work till next
month."
"They don't. This was family business — bankers over here
from Vienna." 'Ah! What a bore, old chap!"
Mr Barraclough gave his companion an amused glance. "Not
at all! I enjoy talking to bankers."
In Viscount Trenton's experience, interviews with bankers,
or any men of business, were usually to be avoided at all
costs, but he knew that Ned Barraclough did not suffer
from the same reluctance. With good reason. The
Barracloughs were enormously wealthy, with large estates
in the West Indies and interests in banking and trade all
over the world. And though you would never have guessed
it, Edward Barraclough had a strange liking for work. Not
only did he keep a personal eye on his own family
fortunes, he also spent hours giving the Foreign Office
the benefit of his considerable experience in the
Americas. But, though it might seem odd, it did not
prevent him from being a popular member of London society,
and welcome wherever he chose to go. Jack Trenton liked
him.
As they went up Clarges Street towards Grosvenor Square,
he gave Ned a sly look and asked, "Is Louise in town, too?"
"I wouldn't expect her to be anywhere else," Mr
Barraclough replied. "She hates the country. Though she
informs me that she wouldn't object to a trip to Brighton."
"Are you going to take her there?" 'I might." 'You want to
keep a careful eye on that particular bird of paradise,
Ned," said Jack. "If you hope to keep her, that is. Louise
Kerrall is a damned handsome creature. You're a lucky dog
to have such a prize. There's quite a few fellows in
London who would soon take her over if you gave them half
a chance."
Mr Barraclough's teeth gleamed in a mocking smile. "Are
you one of 'em, Jack? I don't advise you to try. I've no
intention of letting Louise go at the moment."
"Oh, Lord, Ned! I didn't mean — ! Y'needn't worry about
me. I couldn't afford her! And I'm sure she's devoted to
you —"
"Devoted?" Mr Barraclough's smile took on a cynical
twist. "Louise's devotion is in direct proportion to the
value of the last trinket I happen to have given her.
Particularly if it is diamonds. She's very fond of
diamonds. But you needn't worry, Jack. It's not devotion I
look for when I'm with Louise. Nothing so abstract."
With a picture in his mind of Louise Kerrall's dark hair
and languorous brown eyes, her creamy skin, red lips and
generous curves, Jack said appreciatively, "I dare say
not!"
"So if you're not planning to take my mistress away from
me, Jack, we'll forget her. Tell me instead why you are in
town."
Lord Trenton's expression grew gloomy. "That's business of
a sort, too. I've been seeing the lawyers."
"Your father disinheriting you at long last?" 'No, no!
Just the opposite. I've finally given in and made an offer
for Cynthia Paston."
"Have you, begad? Which one is that? The one with the
teeth or the one with the nose?"
"The one with the teeth and a dowry of thirty thousand
pounds."
"And she accepted you?" 'Oh, yes. I may not be much
myself, but the title is quite a draw, y'know. The Pastons
like the idea of having a future Countess in the family."
Mr Barraclough looked at the expression on Lord Trenton's
face and burst out laughing. "You're obviously the
happiest of men! My congratulations!" 'It's all very well
for you to laugh, Ned! Y'don't know how lucky you are! No
one's putting any pressure on you to marry. No one's
reminding you day after day that you're the only son and
there's the damned title to consider. I'm not like you,
with two brothers both older than me!"
"Only one now, Jack. My eldest brother was killed earlier
this year. So was his wife. I thought you knew."
"I'd forgotten. Sorry, Ned!" 'It's all right. Antigua is a
long way away. Why should you remember?"
"All the same I ought to have. Carriage accident, wasn't
it...? Is your other brother still out there in the West
Indies?"
"Not at the moment. He and Julia are on their way here —
they should arrive any day now."
"Staying long?" 'Till next year's Season. They have my two
nieces with them, daughters of the brother who was killed.
Lisette, the elder one, is to be brought out next Spring.
She's a lovely girl, I don't doubt she'll be a success.
But I'm not looking forward to their arrival."
"Oh?" 'I'm fond enough of my brother. And Lisette and Pip
are delightful. But Julia, Henry's wife... Believe me,
Jack, she's the best argument I've come across for a man
to remain single!"
"I say, old chap, that's not very tactful!" 'Why? What's
wrong?" 'It's downright unkind when you know I've just put
my head in the noose!"
"If you feel that badly about it, why did you?" 'I've told
you! Noblesse oblige and all that! Don't look at me so —
you've no idea what it's like to have the family at your
back all the time, rattling on about duty, preserving the
line and all the rest. In the end I just gave in. It's
enough to drive a man to drink."
"Come and have one, then," said Mr Barraclough
sympathetically. "The lawyers will wait."
Lord Trenton met a few other cronies at White's, and after
a while seemed to be drowning his sorrows so effectively
that Mr Barraclough felt able to leave him. He resumed his
walk back to his house in North Audley Street. The
afternoon breeze was agreeably cool, and as he walked
along he considered how very fortunate he was. At thirty,
he was still free, rich and comparatively young. He had a
mistress who was everything a man could want, beautiful,
passionate and very willing — and, unlike a wife, she had
no other claims on him. He was free to come and go as he
pleased, and, when he tired of her, she would find someone
else without any effort on his part.
Yes, his life was particularly well arranged. Unlike poor
Trenton he was under no pressure to settle down. He could,
and would, remain unencumbered for as long as he wished.
The only shadow on the horizon was the impending arrival
of his sister-in-law. He frowned. It was an unfortunate
truth that he and Julia cordially disliked one another.
When to her chagrin he had inherited his uncle's fortune,
she made no secret of the fact that she thought he should
have stayed in the West Indies instead of choosing to
travel the world as he had. His later decision to live in
England was another source of displeasure. But he
suspected that what really made her angry was the fact
that, unlike his poor brother Henry, he took not the
slightest notice of her.
This was as well, he thought as he crossed Berkeley Square
and turned into Mount Street, for there really was no
pleasing her. Far from neglecting his family
responsibilities, he had allowed them to keep him out of
England for a large part of last winter's hunting, and
most of the London season this spring. What had started as
a simple visit to Antigua had developed into a series of
crises. Overnight his elder brother's two daughters had
been made orphans, minors in the care of his brother Henry
and himself. Making sure of their safety had been a major
consideration, and he believed he had done more than his
duty in that respect. It was now up to Henry and Julia to
look after them.
Edward himself planned to make up for the last year's
sacrifices as soon as he could leave London. He might
spend a few days in Brighton with Louise, but afterwards
he had various invitations from his friends to spend the
later months of the year with them on their country
estates. If and when that palled, he would return to
London to enjoy town life again. A very attractive
prospect, and one that he deserved, whatever Julia said!
Heartened by this thought, he leapt up the steps to his
house, nodded cheerfully to his footman as he handed over
his hat and cane, went into the hall, and started towards
the stairs. But before he got to the first step he was
stopped by his butler.
"Sir! Mr Barraclough!" Harbin looked as disturbed as
Edward had ever seen him.
"What is it?" 'You have visitors, sir." Harbin held out a
salver on which was a card.
Edward read it. "Lady Penkridge...? What does she
want?" 'I don't know, sir. She has two young people with
her."
Edward frowned. "I'd better see her, I suppose. Where are
they?"
"In the library, sir." Harbin went to the library door,
opened it and announced Edward. Then he withdrew.
"Edward!" He was attacked by a small whirlwind. "We've
been waiting ages for you! Where've you been?"
Edward laughed, took the little girl into his arms and
swung her round. "I wasn't expecting you so soon, Pip! You
should have warned me." He put the child down and surveyed
the room. Raising his eyebrow, he smiled at the other
young person he saw, and went over to give her a
hug. "Lisette, I'll swear you're prettier than ever." Then
he turned and looked at the other occupants of the
library. One was dressed in black, and stood ramrod
straight. She had what looked like a permanent expression
of disapproval on her face, with pursed lips and a nose
like a hatchet. She was soberly dressed in rusty black,
and what looked like the quills of a porcupine sticking
out of an ugly bonnet. Not Lady Penkridge. He turned with
relief to the other female, who was obviously waiting to
speak to him. "Lady Penkridge? I don't believe we've met?"
"No, indeed, Mr Barraclough. But I am very well acquainted
with your brother and his wife."
"Henry?" 'Yes. And dearest Julia. I have been a friend of
hers for many years."
"Indeed? Then I am pleased to make your acquaintance, Lady
Penkridge. But...but I don't quite understand. Are my
brother and his wife not here?"
"Julia is still in Antigua. And so is your brother."
Edward looked at her in astonishment. Clearly enjoying the
drama of the moment, Lady Penkridge nodded solemnly and
added, "They were unable to travel, Mr Barraclough. Julia
broke her leg the day before we were all due to sail and
Mr Henry Barraclough has stayed behind to look after her."
"But..." Shocked, Edward demanded details of the accident.
Lady Penkridge told him the tale, with frequent
interruptions from his younger niece, who seemed to find
the gory details of the accident more interesting than
sad. But the conclusion was the same. It would be some
time before Julia Barraclough could walk, and even longer
before she could attempt the voyage to England.
At the end, somewhat bewildered, Edward said, "But I still
don't understand! Why, in that case, are my nieces here in
London?"
"Edward! Don't say you don't want us here! We thought
you'd be glad to see us!" This came from the small girl
who had greeted him so rapturously a moment before.