Protected by the Major (15 page)

‘If you are sure, my lady?’

‘Perfectly sure,’ Madeline said. ‘Please, do not try to dissuade me. It is hard enough as it is.’

Sally looked grave, but went out of the room, shaking her head over it. Madeline knew her maid would not be easily persuaded to leave her at Dover, but once there she could find a ship for herself and find a way to slip away. She must not let Sally and Thomas give up their dream for her sake. It was time that she learned to look after herself.

Sitting down at the pretty writing desk near the window, Maddie took some notepaper from the drawer and began to write the letters she would leave for Hal and Jenny. They were the hardest she’d ever penned in her life and she screwed up her first attempts.

It was easier to write to Jenny than to Hal. She wrote of her pleasure in her visit to Ravenscar and in the friendship she’d formed with Jenny, assuring her that she regretted leaving and hoped she would be forgiven.

I do not leave lightly, but I cannot bring disgrace and trouble on such good friends. Rochdale intends to ruin us and I fear he will not be satisfied even if every penny of the debt Lethbridge owed him is paid—so I hope to avert scandal by leaving your house. I know that some gossip may still circulate, but it should not fall on you if I am gone. I believe Hal may weather the storm if I am not there to bring further shame on him—and I would not have him lose everything he cares for, for my sake. Please forgive this selfish wretch for bringing trouble to you. I am so grateful and for ever your friend,

Madeline.

It was so much harder to write to Hal. If she gave him hope he might search for her so she could not write of undying love. She must not hurt him more than absolutely necessary and she could not give him a clue where she intended to go for he would come after her. She must, however, convince him that she did not wish to marry. She wrote at last,

My very dear Hal,
I hardly know how to write this for I know, whatever I say, I must inflict pain and that is far from my wish. You have been all that is good and honourable and I know you would give up your very life for me, but I am not worthy of you, my love. I have thought about the future and I believe that what Lethbridge did to me has scarred me for life. Although I love and honour you, I fear I can never be the wife you want. You cannot even begin to imagine the humiliation I suffered or to understand the disgust for the physical side of love he instilled in me. I believe I shall never marry again and therefore I am setting you free. I shall always think you the kindest man I know and I wish with all my heart that you will forget me and find a new love.

With me gone, Rochdale will not bother you again. You may be free of the shadows I brought to your life and find happiness.

Madeline

The tears trickled down her cheek as she sanded her letter and then folded it, sealing it with wax. She would leave the letters on the dressing table, where they would be found when Jenny came in search of her.

Picking up her bags, she strapped the satchel over her body and then covered it with a warm velvet cloak. She could hide the larger bag under the voluminous cloak until she was out of the house. Jenny would not rise for another two hours for she would sleep late after the dance the previous evening. Adam might be about, but if she slipped out by a side door she might avoid being seen as she left the house.

Luck was with her, and other than one maid and a footman in the hall, she met no one as she went downstairs. They looked at her in surprise for it was early and she was dressed in a thick cloak, which was unusual for a mild morning, but they took little notice. She was a guest in the house and it was not their business to enquire where she went or what she did. The footman did notice that she was carrying a bag, but he was on his way to breakfast in the servants’ hall and gave it no more than a passing thought at the time.

Having escaped the house without challenge, Madeline walked swiftly to the rose arbour, where she found Sally waiting for her. The girl had a satchel over her shoulder and carried two bags, which probably contained all her things. Clearly, she did not intend returning to claim the clothes and possessions Madeline had left behind. She would have to give them something else instead. Perhaps one day when she was settled she could ask Jenny to sell the things that remained and send the money to her. She would need to wait for some months or more to give Hal time to get over the shock of her departure.

‘What did Thomas say?’ Madeline asked. ‘Has he gone to secure the chaise for us?’

‘Yes, my lady. I told him what you said about leaving you at Dover and he says he can open a tavern in France as easily as here.’

‘You are both so good to me,’ Madeline said in a voice choked with emotion. She doubted that Thomas knew more than two words of French and would find it very much harder to run an inn in France. However, she knew better than to argue, for her friends would protect her as best they could even if she tried to send them away. The only thing she could do would be to slip away to a ship when they reached the port.

* * *

The Marquis of Rochdale scowled as he was compelled to stop at the blacksmith to have one of his horses shod. Having outstayed his welcome at his cousin’s house, he’d been forced to leave sooner than he would have wished. His henchmen had followed Madeline from the farm to the Earl of Ravenscar’s house, which, being close enough to his cousin’s estate, had made it easy for him to attend various social events in the district. Madeline had not ventured far from Ravenscar, but he’d managed to wangle an invitation to Jenny Miller’s dance, which had brought him face to face with his quarry.

Seeing her in Hallam Ravenscar’s arms had made him furious. His threats had been vicious and made in anger. Lethbridge owed him fifteen thousand pounds, which was a debt of honour and would probably be settled by whoever had inherited the estate if it were possible, though he knew that Lethbridge was badly dipped and his estate already mortgaged. A man with so much to lose would never have taken to cheating at the tables if he’d not had good reason.

Be damned to the money! Rochdale was rich enough despite his predilection to high stakes at the tables and a temporary setback in his finances. It was
revenge
he wanted—revenge on that proud beauty who had dared to lead him on and then defied him in the gardens, making him look a fool. Her lover had rescued her then and Rochdale was not a man to forgive humiliation. She had become an obsession with him and the longing she aroused in him was beyond his control. Yet if he could have her and the money so much the better. Before leaving London, he’d made certain enquiries. Lethbridge had had a cousin on his mother’s side, but the man had died the previous year without issue. His title would now be defunct and his fortune would pass to his only surviving relative—and that was his beautiful wife.

Even if the estate was mortgaged there must be something left...jewels, horses, but most importantly Madeline Lethbridge. It was her Rochdale wanted above all else. He had always been attracted to pretty innocents, but something about Madeline made him want to subdue and own her, to teach her to obey him.

At the ball he’d danced with a pretty young innocent who had been flattered by his compliments. Had Rochdale not been obsessed with Madeline, he might have seduced the chit for she was ready enough and ripe for the picking. She would not be the first innocent he had forcibly seduced. Only once had his iniquity been discovered and he’d fought a duel, which led to the death of Sir William Mardle and the decline of his daughter. Miss Ellen Mardle had retired from public life and, although her name had not been besmirched, there had been rumours about the reason her father had called Rochdale out.

A smile touched his mouth. The honourable fool had insulted him over some trifling incident and, when he responded by sneering in his face, had called him out and chosen pistols. Mardle had never stood a chance for Rochdale was a crack shot as well as being a master with the foils. He had fought half-a-dozen duels and three times killed his man, wounding the other three severely. Since on each occasion he’d been the one called out, he had received no more than a stern warning from the magistrate. Despite his reputation, he still had some influential friends—friends about whom he knew devastating secrets, just as he’d known about Lethbridge’s cheating at the tables.

If the fool had been able to control his wife, this business might have been over, for he seldom found a woman of interest once he’d had her a few times, but Lethbridge had reneged on his bargain and he’d paid the price. A ball in the back when he was engaged in a duel with Ravenscar had been a masterly stroke, but because Ravenscar had held his fire it had miscarried. Had he shot no one would have known that it was Rochdale’s ball that killed Lethbridge. An observant doctor might have discovered two wounds, but ten to one Ravenscar would have missed. It took a steady nerve to kill a man in cold blood. As it was, Rochdale had had to run in order to escape detection and that did not suit his pride.

His grievances against Hallam Ravenscar were mounting. To discover that Madeline loved him—had given him her kiss willingly and planned to wed him—had infuriated Rochdale. In his anger he’d lied about the amount owed him, but it was an easy matter to forge the other notes for he had a talent that had come in useful on more than one occasion. He’d forged his uncle’s signature on a will that made him the heir and disinherited his more deserving cousin. A few gambling debts was nothing...yet the money was scarcely compensation for what he truly wanted.

Money would not satisfy this hunger inside him. Revenge was necessary to him if he were ever to forget his humiliation at her and Ravenscar’s hands.

Irked by the length of time the blacksmith had taken to shoe his horse, he told his groom to fetch him when it was ready and strolled over to the inn. He was just in time to see three people getting into a chaise. For a moment he could not believe what he was seeing—what on earth was Madeline Lethbridge doing sharing a post chaise with her maid while the former footman rode behind them on his horse?

Where was Hallam Ravenscar or the Ravenscar grooms?

Perhaps, more importantly, where was she going?

A smile spread over his face and he laughed inwardly. Was the stupid little fool running away again? Hallam Ravenscar would never have allowed her to undertake a journey with only one man for protection—so the chances were that he did not know.

It would be most interesting to discover where she was headed. Rochdale had nothing more important to do with his life and he could feel the excitement mounting inside him. There was now every chance that he could have the prize that had eluded him for weeks—and once he’d used her and brought her to his knees, in a few months, he would invite Ravenscar to come and fetch her. That way he would have his revenge on both of them. If Ravenscar challenged him to a duel, he would kill him.

It was all so simple and easy that he was laughing as he went into the inn and ordered some ale. A few coins in the hand would buy him their destination and then he could follow and bide his time.

She had made it easy for him.

Chapter Eleven

‘M
adeline...are you still asleep?’ Jenny asked, peeping round the door. ‘Oh...you’re not here.’ She walked into the room, thinking that it was unusually untidy. Madeline’s maid always kept everything just so, but there was a glove dropped on the floor, some writing paper lying on the desk and a night-chemise thrown over a chair. It was most unlike Sally to leave things like this and it made Jenny wonder. Then she saw the letters lying on the dressing table and walked across to investigate. Seeing that one was addressed to her, she picked it up and broke the seal. ‘Oh, no,’ she cried as she read the few lines. ‘How foolish...’

Snatching up the other letter that she now saw was addressed to Hal, she went swiftly from the room in search of her husband. Adam was in the library, sitting at a desk littered with ledgers when she entered and did not at first look up from his books.

‘Adam, please forgive me for interrupting your work, but I must speak to you on a serious matter.’

He glanced up with a smile. ‘If you’ve overspent your allowance, I quite understand, my love. Just have the accounts sent to me.’

‘No, it isn’t that,’ Jenny said. ‘It is Madeline...she has run away because she fears to bring shame on us all.’

‘What?’ Adam cried, looking stunned. ‘No, how could she be such a fool? Does she have no sense in that beautiful head of hers? She may be abducted and goodness knows what...and Hal will never forgive me.’

‘She thinks he will be better off without her,’ Jenny said, close to tears, ‘and that we shall not be exposed to scandal if she leaves now. How can she think that we would care for that? Or that it would much affect us whatever that wicked man tried to do?’

‘As to that I dare say it might be unpleasant for a while, but we should come about. Hal was of the same mind. Last night he was convinced that he must take Madeline abroad once they were wed to avoid the scandal. He fears that she would be ostracised and he did not wish to bring shame on our family. We argued for an hour or more. In the end I believe I convinced him that a few months abroad on his wedding trip would be sufficient for the gossip to die down—and he was considering keeping the estate his mother left to him and returning to it when they came home. He would not take the position I offered him. I fear he is too damned proud.’

‘She left a letter for me—and one for Hal,’ Jenny said and offered it to her husband. He took it, hesitated, and then broke the seal, exclaiming in exasperation.

‘Damn it! She must have heard me...’

‘What do you mean?’ Jenny was puzzled.

‘I questioned her feelings for him,’ Adam said. ‘I thought she was cold and did not love him as she ought. But the foolish woman has run away rather than let him ruin his life for her sake and that shows that I was wrong. She does care for him.’

‘Should you have read Hal’s letter?’

‘It is as well I did for if he read this...’ Adam shook his head. ‘She makes some excuse about not being worthy of him, but I am certain this is my fault. I caused this, Jenny—and it is up to me to do something about it.’

Jenny watched as her husband walked to the fireplace and tossed Madeline’s letter to Hal into the flames.

‘Adam! That was not yours to dispose of.’

‘Hal must not see that for it would destroy him,’ Adam said. ‘If he returns while I’m gone, you will show him yours, but say nothing of a letter for him.’

‘Are you sure? He may be angry if he thinks she went with no word for him...and where are you going?’

‘I must go after her,’ Adam said. ‘Ask the servants if they’ve seen anything of her maid or the footman she brought with her. Someone may know how long a start they have on me. I must put up a change of clothing and hope to pick up their trail. I dare say they hired a chaise from the Swan Inn. Unless they’ve taken something from our coach house.’

‘Madeline would not do that,’ Jenny said. ‘She told me they borrowed a chaise from Thomas’s brother to escape from London and he was sent to return it at once. I believe she would have hired something locally if she could.’

Adam crossed the room to her, bending down to kiss her lips. ‘Forgive me for leaving you, Jenny. Please have one of the grooms go after Hal and tell him that Madeline has run away again—I’ll go after her and try to bring her back safely.’

‘Will you take one of the grooms with you?’

‘I have my pistols, but, yes, I shall take George with me. He is handy with a pistol. If Rochdale knows nothing of her flight, we shall be home again before you hardly know we’re gone. But if he is on her trail we may need the pistols if we are to rescue her.’

Jenny felt her stomach tighten with nerves. ‘You will be careful, please?’

‘Of course, but I must find her for alone she is in danger. It is most unlikely that Rochdale is aware she has left our house, but she might fall prey to any number of rogues. Do not worry, Jenny. I shall find her and pray that I may persuade her to return.’

* * *

The post boys had advised them to change horses at the White Eagle, a superior inn on the London road. It was some distance from Dover still, but had such a pleasant parlour that Madeline had decided they would partake of luncheon there. She enquired of the landlord where it would be best to stay for they could not hope to reach Dover itself before nightfall. He had told her that the Hare and Hounds Inn situated at the edge of a small village some ten miles from Dover was an excellent hostelry where they could be certain of clean sheets and a good dinner. It was but a short drive from Dover and they could easily reach the port the next morning.

They reached the inn by seven that evening and, since Thomas had ridden on ahead to warn the landlord, were fortunate enough to secure a room for the night, which Madeline would share with Sally. Thomas would make do with a bed in a communal room over the stables that grooms and post boys often shared.

Madeline bespoke dinner for them all and was given a table in the parlour, which she had only to share with one other lady—a governess travelling to her employer’s home to take up a new post. She was a woman of some thirty-odd years, dressed in a sober gown of grey and accustomed to being ignored by fine ladies, and showed a little surprise when Madeline asked her where she was going.

‘I am to take up a position with Lady Margaret Marlborough,’ she said. ‘She has two young sons and the last governess left in some distress for she could not bear their pranks another moment.’

‘I dare say it is often difficult to control young boys?’

‘Indeed, it can be, ma’am,’ she replied. ‘My name is Anne Somersham and I am accustomed to dealing with spirited children. I do not foresee any problem.’

After listening to Miss Somersham’s account of various pupils she had been obliged to deal with during her years as a governess, Madeline mentally crossed off the possibility of applying for such a post herself. She did not think she would be able to make high-spirited boys mind her and the idea of being at the beck and call of an elderly lady held no appeal. No, she thought her first notion of becoming a seamstress was still the most likely way for her to succeed. She might even set up a small establishment of her own once she’d learned her trade.

A little later, Miss Somersham said goodnight and left the room to go up to her bedchamber. Madeline had finished her dinner and was thinking of retiring to her room. She was just about to ask Sally if she were ready when the landlord entered and asked if they would mind sharing the parlour with a gentleman.

‘Captain Mardle is a very distinguished, respectable gentleman,’ he said in an apologetic tone. ‘He had bespoke my parlour for this evening, but I wasn’t sure when to expect him for he said he might be late.’

‘We shall be going up to our chamber when we’ve finished our wine,’ Madeline said and inclined her head. ‘Please request Captain Mardle to come in. We are the intruders here and will give up the parlour to him in a very few minutes, sir.’

The landlord returned a moment later with a gentleman dressed in the uniform of a cavalry officer. He moved towards Madeline as she rose to her feet and bowed politely.

‘Please do not feel obliged to leave, ma’am. I am not averse to sharing the parlour.’

‘You are kind, sir, but we have finished our supper. The host was not expecting us until we sent word late this afternoon and was kind enough to allow us to eat our dinner in privacy—and now we shall accord you the same privilege.’

‘You are gracious, ma’am,’ he said and moved towards the fire, but swayed and seemed unsteady for a moment. Unthinkingly, Madeline put out a hand to steady him. ‘Thank you...’

‘Are you ill, sir?’

‘I have been for many months,’ Captain Mardle replied. ‘I am recovered now and it was but a momentary faintness, which still troubles me now and then.’

‘If there is anything we can do...’

‘Nothing at all, though I thank you for the offer.’

Madeline smiled and inclined her head. Murmuring to Sally that they must leave, she led the way from the room.

‘I dare say the gentleman was injured in the war,’ Sally said. ‘He did look a bit pale, didn’t he?’

‘Yes, a little,’ Madeline agreed. ‘There was something about him...something in his eyes that spoke of suffering.’

‘Yes, my lady. I noticed that too.’

‘We shall be in Dover in the morning,’ Madeline said as they went up to their room. ‘I want you to think seriously about your decision to accompany me to France, Sally. I have no right to ask you or Thomas to come with me. I intend to seek work as a seamstress and I cannot afford to employ you both. Thomas will have to seek work for himself. Would you rather not stay here and purchase the inn he desires?’

‘No, my lady. Thomas says he will go where I go and I shall follow you. If we set up house together, three wages will be more comfortable than one.’

‘As always, you are determined to do everything for me,’ Madeline said. ‘We shall speak of it again when we reach Dover.’

Once the door was closed and locked, Madeline undressed, refusing Sally’s offer of help. She had chosen to wear a carriage gown that had a separate bodice and skirt, which fastened in front with tiny pearl buttons and was easy to take off. In future she must make certain that she could dress herself for she was determined to make no more demands on her friends. Indeed, her meeting with Miss Somersham had made her more determined to stand alone. All her life she had been cosseted and waited on and she believed it was time to fend for herself. If Sally would not listen to reason, she must find a way to slip away from her friends and take passage on a ship for France.

It would be very selfish of her to allow them to sacrifice their lives for her.

* * *

Jake Mardle sat over the dinner he had hardly touched, staring into his wineglass. Something about the beautiful young woman who had tried to help him when he was dizzy had reminded him of Ellie. There was a certain innocence or fragility that had drawn him to her.

Ellie, his sweet sister, who was now a shadow of her former self, living the life of a recluse with his Aunt Medina. Ellie had been so beautiful and so sweet when Jake left his home to join the army. She ought by now to have been happily married to a good man who would love her and give her a home and children, but instead she sat all day in her room and stared at the wall. Even the return of her brother now recovered from a long illness had hardly raised a smile. She had allowed him to kiss her cheek, but then she had moved away, a little shudder going through her.

It was a while before he’d coaxed the story of her shame and his father’s death from Aunt Medina. She had not wanted to tell him and begged Jake not to let his sister know that he was aware of her shame.

‘It is not Ellie’s shame,’ Jake raged, ‘but that devil who seduced and abandoned her to her fate. He ruined her and killed my father—and for that he shall die.’

‘I beg you not to throw your life away as your father did,’ his aunt said. ‘If I’d thought you would be so foolish, I should not have told you. What will become of us if anything should happen to you?’

‘It will not,’ he promised her. ‘I am not my father, Aunt. I am a soldier hardened to battle—and I shall kill him.’

‘And hang for it,’ his aunt said. ‘Think about us, Jake—your sister has enough to bear as it is. If you die, she will never forgive herself.’

‘I intend to bring that wretch to his knees,’ Jake replied. ‘Do not distress yourself, Aunt. I shall take revenge for Ellie and my father—and then I will return and we shall all go abroad to live. In a warm climate away from people who know of her shame my sister will recover.’

Jake shook his head. He was woolgathering. The young woman he’d seen in the parlour earlier could have nothing in common with Jake’s sister—and their paths would never cross again. He must allow nothing to detract him from the business in hand.

He was going to find and kill the Marquis of Rochdale.

* * *

Hal was at dinner in the parlour of the inn he had chosen to stay at for the night. He’d ridden hard all day and hoped there would be a soft bed in his chamber. It was impossible to reach London in one day and he would need to spend most of the following day in the saddle if he were to get there by nightfall. He wanted to complete his journey in as short a time as possible, because he had sensed Madeline’s unease when he’d said goodbye to her. The marquis’s threats had distressed her far more than they had him. He cared little for any gossip the man might spread and his only concern was for Madeline herself. She might suffer some loss of reputation, but, as Adam had convinced him, it would be short term. Once she was his wife, people would merely smile and forget that they had been lovers before their marriage.

If only the gossips knew the truth. Hal had done no more than kiss her, though his body burned for her and he longed to make her his wife. His concern for her feelings and the abuse she’d suffered at her husband’s hands had made him hold back. He could never force her into a situation that was unpleasant to her...though his instincts told him that she loved him. He had felt increasingly anxious as he rode further from Ravenscar, though he did not know why. When he saw the Ravenscar groom walk into the inn parlour, he jumped to his feet, instinctively knowing that something must be wrong.