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TO MARRY A DUKE

By

Fenella J Miller

 

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Bride for a Duke Copyright Fenella J. Miller,
2012

This e-Book is a work of fiction. While
references may be made to actual places or events, the names, characters,
incidents, and locations within are from the author’ s imagination and are not
a resemblance to actual living or dead persons, businesses, or events. Any
similarity is coincidental.

 
 

(Originally published
as The Mésalliance)

 

 

 

This book is for

My husband

Dusty

 
 

Thanks to Susan
Rhodes for her support and vigilance.

 
 
 
 
 
 

Prologue

 

July 1811

 

The Duke of Colchester opened the carved box and removed the
duelling pistol. He checked it was loaded, primed and slowly raised it to his right
temple and pulled the trigger. He slumped lifeless across the desk and the
blood pooled under his shattered face.

Lady Allegra Humphry was on the
way back from her evening stroll in the inner courtyard when she heard a shot.
Her eyes widened. She spun, picked up her skirts and ran towards the open
window.

Her screams of anguish echoed around the garden. Thomas
Smith, the head coachman who had been standing outside the harness room was the
first to arrive at her side. As a man of medium height he was forced to crane
his head to see past Lady Allegra. Grim faced he reached up and pushed the
window shut.

‘Come away, my lady, there is nothing you can do.’

She was no longer screaming but the silence was worse. Her
blue eyes were huge, her face bloodless. Thomas slipped his arm around her
waist. A small group of outside staff stood gaping at the sight of their young
mistress cradled in the arms of the head coachman.

‘Ben, run inside and fetch Miss Murrell and Mrs Wright.
Bill, you get Mr Digby, he was working in the estate office earlier, try there
first.’ Thomas scowled at the other three. ‘Get back to your duties; this has
naught to do with you.’ Touching their caps, they backed away. They knew when
they were not wanted.

Two women appeared from around the corner. Miss Murrell,
Lady Allegra’s companion, arrived first.

‘Here, Thomas, let me take her ladyship from you.’

‘Yes, madam.’

Mrs Wright, her face red, her plump cheeks glistening placed
her arm around Allegra’s waist.

‘Come along, my dear, one foot in front of the other, we
will soon have you safe in your bed,’ Miss Murrell crooned.

‘It’s the ague; this damp weather we’ve been having makes it
worse,’ Mrs Wright said.

Miss Murrell noticed Thomas hovering beside them. ‘Off you
go now. Lady Allegra doesn’t

need
you
anymore.’

‘She’s not poorly, Miss Murrell, she’s had a mortal bad
shock.’ Both women froze, the slender form hanging almost comatose between
them, waiting to hear the rest. ‘His grace—he’s gone and killed himself. Her
ladyship must have heard the shot and she saw him in the study.’

Miss Murrell recovered first. ‘That was unfortunate but it
is too late to repine. We must deal with things as they stand.’ She nodded
briskly to the housekeeper who was now as pale as their charge. The two
middle-aged ladies half carried Lady Allegra inside.

Mr Digby, the estate manager, when informed of the situation
understood at once what had to be done. ‘Thomas, did anyone apart from
yourself
see into the study?’

‘No, sir, I stood in front. All they saw was me holding her
ladyship. That was shock enough, I can tell you.’

‘Excellent. Let it be known she saw the duke had collapsed
at his desk. No one must ever suspect the truth, you do understand that?’

‘I do, sir. Will I go to London and fetch back Lord
Witherton. I
mean,
his grace?’

‘Yes, travel post.’ Mr Digby rummaged in the pocket of his
tweed jacket and extracted a small cloth purse. ‘There’s more than enough here.
I’ll have a change of horses waiting at Chelmsford. His grace will no doubt
wish to drive himself back.’

Lady Allegra was half carried to
her apartment. ‘Come along, my dear, into bed with you. I have something here
to help you sleep. Things will seem better in the morning,’ Miss Murrell said.

Obediently the young woman opened
her mouth and swallowed the thick syrup. ‘Close your eyes, my dear. I promise
you will not have nightmares. The poppy syrup will ensure you have a peaceful,
dreamless sleep.’

Lord Richard Witherton, the new Duke of Colchester, returned
the next day his father’s funeral was held less than six months after a similar
service for his mother. The staff and village believed the shock and grief he
felt at his wife’s death had caused the old duke to suffer an apoplexy. His
suicide had been well disguised.

 
 
 

Chapter
One

 

April 1812

 

Richard looked across at his
sister. ‘Are you sure you wish to go ahead with the dinner party this evening,
you looked fagged to death.’

Allegra stiffened. ‘Thank you, Richard, it is always good to
know one looks one’s best.’

‘Don’t fly up into the boughs,
Allegra, I’m worried about you. You still have dark circles under your eyes,
but you look, as always, truly lovely. And that new gown is most flattering.’

She relaxed a little. ‘Oh, do you like it? I had this
cambric made up especially for today. The opals you gave me for our last name
day reflect the colour admirably.’ She glanced down at her
ensemble.
‘Do you think it is too soon to be wearing lavender?’

‘Absolutely not!
Good God, you were
in black for Mama for six months before Papa died. Fifteen months is long
enough to be walking around like a crow.’

Allegra was not impressed. ‘The fact that you’re my twin
does not give you leave to insult me, Richard. So far this morning you have
told me I look fagged to death and that I look like a crow.’

Richard grinned, unrepentant. ‘But I also said you look
lovely and I like your new gown.’ His smile faded. ‘Are you still not sleeping,
Allegra?’

She changed the subject. ‘How are you intending to spend the
day, Richard?’

He sauntered across to the mullioned window through which
the pale April sunlight filtered. ‘Gideon and I are riding to Colchester this
morning. Do you wish to accompany us?’

Allegra shook her head. The attentions of Captain Gideon
Pledger, an old school friend of her brother’s, were becoming decidedly
irksome. ‘If Captain Pledger is well enough to complete a

ride
of
almost thirty miles why has he not returned to his regiment in Spain?’

‘It’s his damned shoulder. The wound’s still festering and
he cannot return until it’s healed.’

Her mouth pursed. ‘Pray, spare me the details, Richard.
Well, let us hope he soon recovers and is able to leave. His visit has been
over long already.’

‘He’s a pleasant fellow, Allegra, and he’s a good friend to
me.’ Her eyebrows arched and he grinned. ‘He’s a trifle wild but there’s no
real harm in him. I swear rusticating down here since last July would have
become unbearable without him here to keep me company.’

She had discussed the captain quite long enough. ‘I shall
see you tonight, Richard. I trust you will be ready in time to greet our
guests. Remember we are celebrating a quarter-century together; it is a
significant occasion.’

‘Don’t fuss, Allegra, we’ll be back in good time.’

He strode out, not a care in the world, his shoulders
unbowed by estate business or household concerns. Assuming the title had not
changed him one iota. He had merely continued his heedless existence, gambling,
whoring, and driving all over the Essex countryside instead of London and its
environs.

He was her twin and she loved him dearly, but she wished he
would take more interest in their affairs. She frowned. Why had the lawyers not
come to visit since that horrible day last July? She shuddered as she recalled
it.

A polite tap on the door heralded the arrival of her companion,
and former governess, Miss Grace Murrell. ‘Come in, Miss Murrell. I was about
to ring for coffee. Would you care to join me?’

‘I
will,
thank you. I have the menu for tonight; do you wish to see it, my dear?’

‘No, I am sure you have arranged it all perfectly. I am
still unconvinced holding a party, however small, is not unseemly when we are
still in half mourning.’

‘Nonsense, my love.
We couldn’t
allow such an important anniversary to pass unremarked. You have only invited
close friends, after all.’

Allegra wrinkled her nose. ‘I would hardly call Lady
Arabella Grierson and her new husband, intimates, Miss Murrell.
Nor young Edward Grierson and his feather-brained sister, Emily.’

‘They are, my dear girl, the only acquaintances you have
down here. I have always said you are far too particular. Lady Arabella is the
daughter of an earl.’

Allegra shrugged. ‘But he is only the fifth earl; they do
not trace their line back to Edward the Confessor, as we do.’

‘That’s as may be, my love. As you know, I’ve always thought
your refusing to even consider any man below the rank of duke has left …’ she
paused obviously unwilling to say what she felt.

‘Has left me at my last prayers?
A
spinster with five and twenty years in her dish and no prospects of a match?’

Miss Murrell smiled. ‘I’m certain that, had your dear mother
not been so ill and you had been able to have a third season, you would have
found someone who suited you. You’re a lovely young woman with an impeccable
pedigree. You should be spoilt for choice.’

Allegra stared critically at her reflection in the pier gilt
mirror hanging over the mantel. ‘I agree my eyes are unusual—periwinkle-blue is
not a common colour, but my hair is too pale to be fashionable and I do not
have the requisite ringlets. Also I am too thin and too tall.

‘I apologize for being so abrupt. I do not mean to be but I
am tired all the time. I do not believe I have had a natural night’s rest
since…since last July. As soon as my eyes close I am visited by the most
horrible nightmares.’ She paused, knowing what her mentor was thinking. ‘I
should not resort to laudanum but it is the only rest I get. One cannot survive
without sleep.’

‘It’s addictive. It should be used only in extreme
circumstances. I don’t consider lack of sleep, Lady Allegra, to be such a one.’

Allegra drew breath to reply but was prevented by a sharp
knock on the drawing-room door. She ignored it knowing Miss Murrell would deal
with the interruption.

Yardley, the elderly butler, stepped
in.

‘Forgive me, your ladyship, but there are two gentlemen here
to see you and his grace.’ He held out the heavily embossed silver salver on
which rested a thick cream rectangle. Allegra removed it with distaste. She had
no wish to see anyone and especially not two unknown gentlemen.

She scanned the card and her nostrils flared. ‘Lord
Witherton will not be back until late afternoon. Yardley, have Mr Evans and his
companion placed in the small drawing-room. Make sure they have all they
require and explain the circumstances. If they do not care to wait then they
must return another day.’

The butler bowed and reversed from the room. As soon as they
were private she turned to Miss Murrell, her face flushed. ‘I believe it is
good news, Miss Murrell; I remember Papa telling Richard and me, when we achieved
our majority, that we would receive a substantial sum on this particular name
day.’ She clapped her hands and whirled like a schoolgirl sending her skirt
swirling indecorously. ‘I am to be an independent woman. I shall no longer be
obliged to go cap in hand for pin money to Richard or anyone else. I think as
soon as this wretched war is over I shall travel, go exploring. Will you come
with me?’

The day passed and Allegra forgot
about the two lawyers waiting in the small drawing-room. Her head was full of
preparations and plans for the first social gathering to be held at St Osyth’s
Priory for over four years. She was in her private sitting-room upstairs when
Richard barged in. She frowned.

‘You stink of the stable, Richard. Please do not come to me
without changing your attire.’

‘Stow it, Allegra! We’ve lawyers to speak to. I gather
they’ve been here all day. If we don’t see them now we’ll be obliged to offer
them a bed for the night and invite them to dine with us.’

‘God forefend! I am coming. Did you expect them to come
today, Richard?’

‘No, but I’m eager to hear what they have to say. I’ve
pockets to let and could do with a deal more blunt.’

They crossed the long, draughty blue corridor, which even
with a substantial fire left burning all day remained unpleasantly cool.
Allegra shivered and drew her wrap closer, glad she had decided to wear her
heavy silk evening gown for the party.

A footman flung open the door to the small drawing-room.
Yardley announced them with suitable formality.

‘His grace, the
Duke of Colchester, Lord Witherton and Lady Allegra Humphry.’

Allegra followed her brother, prepared to be gracious in
spite of the inconvenience of the visit. Richard bowed to the smaller, more
rotund of the two gentlemen. She recognized him as Evans, the family lawyer.
Who the other, hatchet faced, individual was she had no notion.

‘We most sincerely beg your pardon for the unconscionable
time you have been kept waiting, sirs. If you had given us due warning of your
visit I would, naturally, have been here to greet you this morning.’

Evans bowed. ‘We’ve been well looked after, I thank you,
your grace. Now we can begin. Lady Allegra, if you would care to be seated?’

She would not, but with compressed lips sailed across the handsome,
blue French carpet and settled gracefully into a walnut armchair. Richard
propped himself against the window and folded

his
arms.
She waited expectantly to hear the good news. Evans turned nervously to his
companion.

‘This is Mr Southey, he is—’

‘Thank you, Evans. I’ll take it from here,’ the man rudely
interrupted. He glared, first at Richard, then at Allegra. She swallowed. This
was not as it should be. Why did this obnoxious man need to speak with them?

‘I’ll be candid. It’s the only way I deal. Your father
gambled your heritage away. He didn’t die for love but because he was at
point non plus
. The present owner of the
Priory has, out of the goodness of his heart, allowed you to remain in
ignorance of these unpalatable facts, to continue spending his money as if it
was water, until he reckoned you were recovered from your grief.’ He glared at
them both. ‘As you’re holding a party tonight you’ve obviously moved on and are
no longer in mourning.’

Allegra recovered the power of speech.
‘But
our settlements?
The money from our mother’s estate, surely we still
have that?’

The monster shook his head.
‘Nothing left.
All gone.
My employer holds the deeds
to the estate, all of it. You are destitute. You’ve been living on his charity
long enough. It’s time you learnt the harsh realities of life; discovered what
it’s like to be hungry, to have to work for your living like ordinary folks
do.’

Richard found his voice. This was reed thin. ‘How long do we
have?’

‘Until the end
of the month.
Then you’ll vacate these premises.’
 
His lips curled. ‘And don’t think you can
carry away the furniture and fittings. All you can take are your clothes and
your jewellery.’
 
He snorted angrily. ‘You’d
not even have that if I had my way.’
 
He
nodded to Evans whose eyes glittered damply in the candlelight. ‘I’ll wait
outside for you, Evans. You’ll not be long.’

 
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