Bartered Bride. Anne Herries
old trees, and the lake, which was, she was sure, newer and man-made. As the sun was shining brightly, she thought the lake might be within distance and set out for it without reference to anyone.
It was a lovely day for walking; the peaceful surroundings soothed nerves that had become ruffled by her dilemma. She still did not know what she ought to do for the best. Being a sensible girl, she had made up her mind to take things as they came. If the chance presented itself, she might raise the question of a postponement or a cancellation of the contract, but if it did not, then she would simply have to marry him.
Enjoying the beauty of her surroundings, Lottie knew that being the wife of a man who took himself off to town for most of the time could not be a hardship for a girl such as herself. There were many young women who married for the sake of a comfortable home and a position in Society. Her marriage would be convenient to her in many ways, though the thought of how the heirs must be produced was a little daunting.
Could she really lie with a man as cold and arrogant as the marquis? A man she didn’t even love?
‘Oh, bother,’ she said aloud and sighed. ‘I shall not allow him to upset me.’
It was too nice a day for such anxious thoughts and staying at this wonderful place, even for a short time, was a treat.
Arriving at the lake, she stood admiring the excellence of the landscaping and how well the rock pools and greenery looked. A flock of black swans sailed majestically towards her, clearly expecting to be fed.
‘I am so sorry, my lords and ladies,’ Lottie said, feeling that royalty deserved the proper address. ‘Had I known you were in residence, I should have brought some food for you.’
‘They are magnificent, are they not? I’ve told Rothsay he is lucky to have found such specimens. We have the white variety, but the black species are something special.’
Lottie whirled round, startled by the man’s voice. She had had no idea that anyone else was near by.
‘Oh…I spoke aloud believing I was alone,’ Lottie said, staring at the young man who had come up on her unawares. ‘Yet they do command respect, do they not?’
‘I was enchanted,’ he said and offered his hand. ‘Bertie Fisher. I am a neighbour of Rothsay and came to see him on business. He said that his fiancée had arrived earlier. Do I have the pleasure of addressing Miss Clarice Stanton?’
‘Yes…though my friends call me Lottie,’ she said and then blushed, for it was very forward of her to invite him to use her name. It was perhaps that he was attractive, his smile warm and friendly, and his manner not in the least arrogant. ‘I am pleased to meet you, Mr Fisher.’
‘It’s Sir Bertram or just plain Bertie to my friends,’ he replied and grinned as she offered her hand and he took it in a firm cool clasp. ‘I hope we shall be friends, Miss Lottie. As neighbours we are bound to see something of each other. I was just telling Rothsay that I shall be leaving for London at the end of the week. I shall naturally return for your engagement dance.’
‘Yes, I am certain we shall become friends,’ Lottie answered warmly, then wondered if she would be here many days. ‘I am looking forward to exploring the estate, and managed the walk to the lake, though I must return now or I may be late for tea.’
‘Will you allow me to walk with you, Miss Lottie? I have something I must tell Rothsay, and we may as well walk together.’
‘Yes, certainly,’ she said and took the arm he offered. Sir Bertie was certainly a pleasant gentleman and if his wife was of the same nature she would have a friend—should she stay long enough to make friends. ‘Have you known the marquis long?’
‘Oh, all my life. My grandfather bought the estate and my mother still lives here for some of the time, though Mama likes to travel abroad for the sun in the winter. Sometimes I accompany her, though I do enjoy shooting and hunting in the autumn, and she has her friends, you know.’
‘And your wife?’
‘I am unmarried as yet—though it has been in my mind to marry. I am a few years younger than Rothsay, of course.’
‘Yes…’
‘I have to say that you are a marvel, Miss Lottie. We had all given up on the idea of Rothsay settling down. I dare say you know his reputation, but they say reformed rakes make the best husbands. No doubt you will soon have him curled about your little finger.’
‘Why should Rothsay’s marriage be such a surprise?’
‘Oh, well, I suppose he has told you about Elizabeth. Everyone thought it was a match made in heaven. She was the toast of the Season, beautiful, clever and an heiress. Rothsay was head over heels; at least, we all thought so. An announcement of their engagement was expected but then he went off abroad and stayed in Paris for months.’
‘He gave no explanation for letting her down?’
‘It was all brushed under the carpet. She married a man several years older while Rothsay was in Paris, and now has three sons.’
Rothsay had clearly broken the beauty’s heart, which resulted in her marriage to an older man. It just showed what kind of a man he was, leading her on and then deserting her without making an offer. Lottie fumed inwardly. No wonder he hadn’t bothered to court Clarice. All he wanted was an heir and he had bought himself a wife for the price of a gambling debt. He must be a cold calculating devil and if Lottie’s father had not been so desperate she would tell him what he might do with his offer and go home immediately.
Lottie would have asked more questions of her obliging new acquaintance, but for the fact that she had seen the marquis coming to meet them. She stiffened, her hand tightening on her companion’s arm. He glanced at her, but made no comment, and Lottie lifted her head. Surely the marquis would not be rude to her in front of a neighbour.
‘I thought you had left, Bertie,’ he said, lifting his brows. ‘Did you forget something?’
‘Yes, as a matter of fact I did. I was walking home past the lake and happened to discover Miss Lottie making friends with the swans. It was then that I recalled what I wanted to ask, Rothsay. I decided to walk back with Miss Lottie.’
‘And I was going to ask if you would like to stay for tea,’ Lottie said, noticing the way the marquis’s pupils took on a silver glow when he was intent. He was a very handsome man, she decided. He had a strong face with a square chin and a little cleft, which was rather appealing. His grey eyes could be very cold, but at the moment they seemed enquiring.
‘Well, Bertie, since my fiancée has asked, I think we should all take tea together, and afterwards we can repair to the study and you can tell me what was so important that you felt compelled to return.’
‘Certainly, my dear fellow,’ Bertie replied amiably. ‘It is nothing very much, you know—but it is a grand day for walking in the sunshine, especially in the company of a beautiful lady.’
‘I dare say,’ the marquis replied and glanced at Lottie, as if wondering whether his friend’s remark was justified. ‘It is, as you say, a glorious afternoon.’
‘Do you allow others to feed your swans?’ Lottie asked. His comment could be taken for silent consent that she was a beautiful lady, or a snub. She would ignore it for the moment. ‘I should have brought food had I known how tame they are.’
‘You should not be fooled by their docile appearance. They hoped to be fed, but swans can be vicious at times. One of my keepers had his arm broken by a male swan guarding its mate—and one of the pairs on the lake have young. However, if you insist on feeding them yourself, please give them the special pellets we use rather than bread. My bailiff will show you where the supply is stored—or one of the footmen will fetch it for you.’
‘Thank you. I shall be careful to do nothing to alarm them,’ Lottie replied. She was still walking with her hand on Sir Bertie’s arm, but the marquis was at her right hand. ‘Do you have deer in the park, my lord?’