A Most Unsuitable Bride. Gail Whitiker
‘Will you not allow me to share your secrets, Jenny? Whatever they are, they will not change my feelings for you.’
‘But you must not have feelings for me,’ she said. ‘There are so many things you don’t know about me.’
‘What? Like this mysterious secret you keep referring to, but will not share?’
‘That and…others,’ she said, in a voice expressive of her regret.
‘Have you any idea how desperately I long to see your face? Will you not raise your veil just once, so that I might see the lady who has come to mean so much to me?’
She shook her head again. ‘It is better that I do not.’
Originally hailing from Pembrokeshire, Wales, Gail Whitiker now lives on beautiful Vancouver Island on the west coast of Canada. When she isn’t indulging her love of writing, you’ll find her enjoying brisk walks along the Island’s many fine beaches, or trying to catch up on her second love—reading. She wrote her first novel when she was in her teens, and still blesses her English teacher for not telling her how bad it really was.
A Most Unsuitable Bride
Gail Whitiker
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Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter One
‘O h, Diana, are you not thrilled at the prospect of being back in London?’ asked Miss Phoebe Lowden, her green eyes bright with excitement as she gazed at the bustling streets visible through the carriage window. ‘I spent only two months at Narbeth Hall, but they were the longest two months of my life! However do you manage to live there and find any degree of contentment at all?’
Miss Diana Hepworth, the lady to whom the question was put, and aware of the fervour with which it was asked, tried not to smile as she likewise studied the passing scenery. ‘Which would you have me answer first, Phoebe? How I feel about returning to a city where social interaction is considered second only to breathing? Or how I have managed to survive in a place where good company must surely provide the only relief in an existence otherwise too boring to speak of?’
The younger girl had the grace to look embarrassed. ‘Forgive me, Diana, I did not mean to suggest that life in Whitley was totally without amusement. But neither does it offer the variety of entertainments, nor the type of people and conversation, you enjoy so much.’
‘What? You did not find Squire Hapston’s musings on thirteenth-century farming methods enlightening? Or Mrs Dawson’s views on the perils of educating females too much for fear of hindering their abilities to be dutiful wives and mothers illuminating? You surprise me, Phoebe. I have spent many a dull winter evening being entertained by such lively discourse,’ Diana said, trying not to smile.
‘Now you are teasing me, and it is not deserved, for we both know that you are far too intelligent to be amused by such insipid dialogue,’ Phoebe retorted. ‘You have never been one for dull talk or stupid companions, admit it!’
A slow smile lifted the corners of Diana’s mouth. ‘True, but not all of the residents of Whitley are dull or stupid, Phoebe. And, in case you’ve forgotten, Narbeth Hall is my home.’
‘Yes, but even Aunt Isabel says you should be spending part of the year in London,’ Phoebe said, refusing to be put off. ‘After all, you have already had the advantage of one London Season, yet you choose to remain buried in the depths of the country where you are forced to suffer the attention of gentlemen who would not even approach you in London. Why? Do you truly find life in town so distasteful?’
Comfortably settled against the squabs of the carriage, Diana paused to consider her answer. In truth, she was not terribly pleased about the prospect of returning to London. She had tried to affect an appearance of being so for Phoebe’s sake, but as the city drew nearer and the memory of her reasons for having left it returned, Diana was finding it an increasingly difficult charade to maintain.
‘I do not find all aspects of life in London distasteful,’ she said, deciding to be as tactful, but as honest as possible. ‘I enjoy many of the wonderful things it has to offer. Certainly our local productions cannot compare to the performances put on at Drury Lane, and our selection of shops is humble to say the least. But in other ways, I am content with country life. I have never cared for the congestion of town, and as tired as rural discourse may be, it is not always so inferior to what is to be had in London. You will find that out after spending a few tedious evenings in society. However, we are not here to talk about my reasons for wishing to remain in the country,’ Diana said, abruptly changing the topic of the conversation. ‘We are here to watch you take London by storm, and hopefully to see you engaged or married by the end of the Season.’
‘Oh, I would like that, Diana,’ Phoebe cried, clasping her hands together. ‘And to the most handsome gentleman in all London! But, in truth, I do not think I shall be taking anything or anyone by storm. There are so many beautiful ladies at court. All so accomplished and witty, and all so very good at flirting. I am sure I should stumble hopelessly over my words if a handsome gentleman were to approach me and try to engage me in conversation.’
‘Nonsense. It is no more difficult than talking to me. Besides, I doubt any gentleman will worry about what you say when you look at him with those beautiful green eyes. It’s probably just as well you did not spend any more time at Narbeth Hall,’ Diana said. ‘Thomas Stanhope was looking rather smitten with you, and you would certainly have been wasted on him.’
‘But so are you, don’t you see that? Oh, you must come about with me, Diana!’ Phoebe cried in frustration. ‘I know you would enjoy yourself, and I would certainly have a much better time if you were with me.’
‘And I’m flattered you feel that way, dearest, but that is not what we agreed to when I said I would come to London. I made it quite clear that I was coming in the capacity of a companion.’
‘Tosh! Aunt Isabel won’t hear of you being used in such a way. If anything, she is more likely to suggest that we both go out looking for husbands. Oh, I know you profess a disinterest in such things,’ Phoebe said as the familiar expression