thing to do for I am not getting any younger.”
“But ye won’t accept him, will ye, lass?” James Leslie said.
Fortune shook her head in the negative. “No, I won’t. Poor Will. I know he cares not a whit for my money. He is handsome, and has a nice little estate he’ll inherit one day; but Papa, he is the dullest man I have ever met in my entire life. And his ideas about women are positively ancient. They are supposed to stay at home having babies, and listening adoringly to whatever their husbands say. He is ill educated for his class, and does not care. He has no interests at all except riding, but horses are only a means of transportation for him. He is not in the least attracted to the idea of breeding, and raising the beasts for sale. That, he says, is for Maguire to handle. I could find nothing of interest to speak with him about, and Lord knows, I tried. If I must remain a spinster, then I will remain a spinster, but I should rather go to my grave a virgin than wed with such a handsome young dunce!”
Jasmine let her breath out in an audible swoosh. “Thank goodness!” she said. “I was so afraid you would do the right thing, poppet, and he would have made you miserable, I fear.”
“Very well,” James Leslie said with surprising calm, “then what are we to do now?”
“I think we should remain in Ireland for the next few months,” Fortune suggested.
“Agreed,” Jasmine replied. “And we must make certain that poor young William is not embarrassed by your refusal, poppet. It must be put out that you simply didn’t suit each other, but that our families have all remained friends despite our mutual disappointment.”
“I concur,” James Leslie said. “We will deliver our refusal in person. I would not embarrass the Deverses. You and I will ride over tomorrow morning for it is too late now for us to go and return. We must start early. First, however, I would tell Father Cullen, and the Reverend Steen. They had high hopes for this match. Cullen will understand, but it will be hard for Reverend Steen.”
“Shall I come too?” Fortune asked.
“I think not,” her stepfather said.
Fortune hugged him hard, and kissed his handsome cheek. “Thank you for understanding, Papa,” she said. “I realize I am a disappointment to you in that I cannot settle upon a husband, but as nice as he is, Will Devers is not the man for me. I wonder if any man is.”
In the morning the duke and duchess of Glenkirk set out for Mallow Court. They both enjoyed the gentle hills and the soft weather as they rode. Mallow Court was a pleasant Tudor dwelling, and the announcement of their arrival brought both Sir Shane and Lady Devers hurrying into their Great Hall where Jasmine and James were already being served wine by the well-trained household servants.
“Forgive us for our unannounced arrival,” James Leslie said, kissing Jane Devers’s hand, “but we wanted to come personally to give you an answer to your offer for Lady Fortune.”
Dear God, Jane Devers thought, agitated. They are going to take my William away from me. She flung her husband a distraught look.
Seeing it, Jasmine actually felt sympathy for the woman, and quickly said, “Your son is a fine young man, and I would be proud to have him for a son-in-law. Unfortunately, my daughter does not believe she is the right girl for William. While Jemmie and I think the boy quite suitable, we will not compel Fortune to a marriage she does not want. We wanted to come and tell you this ourselves because we did not want you to think we were refusing your suit capriciously. Nor did we want any gossip that would reflect badly upon William. I hope you are not too offended, and that you will not think badly of Fortune.”
Jane Devers almost collapsed with her relief. William was safe from that girl! Then suddenly she found she was also offended. Fortune Lindley had turned down her son’s offer of marriage! Did the baggage think herself too good for William
“But ye won’t accept him, will ye, lass?” James Leslie said.
Fortune shook her head in the negative. “No, I won’t. Poor Will. I know he cares not a whit for my money. He is handsome, and has a nice little estate he’ll inherit one day; but Papa, he is the dullest man I have ever met in my entire life. And his ideas about women are positively ancient. They are supposed to stay at home having babies, and listening adoringly to whatever their husbands say. He is ill educated for his class, and does not care. He has no interests at all except riding, but horses are only a means of transportation for him. He is not in the least attracted to the idea of breeding, and raising the beasts for sale. That, he says, is for Maguire to handle. I could find nothing of interest to speak with him about, and Lord knows, I tried. If I must remain a spinster, then I will remain a spinster, but I should rather go to my grave a virgin than wed with such a handsome young dunce!”
Jasmine let her breath out in an audible swoosh. “Thank goodness!” she said. “I was so afraid you would do the right thing, poppet, and he would have made you miserable, I fear.”
“Very well,” James Leslie said with surprising calm, “then what are we to do now?”
“I think we should remain in Ireland for the next few months,” Fortune suggested.
“Agreed,” Jasmine replied. “And we must make certain that poor young William is not embarrassed by your refusal, poppet. It must be put out that you simply didn’t suit each other, but that our families have all remained friends despite our mutual disappointment.”
“I concur,” James Leslie said. “We will deliver our refusal in person. I would not embarrass the Deverses. You and I will ride over tomorrow morning for it is too late now for us to go and return. We must start early. First, however, I would tell Father Cullen, and the Reverend Steen. They had high hopes for this match. Cullen will understand, but it will be hard for Reverend Steen.”
“Shall I come too?” Fortune asked.
“I think not,” her stepfather said.
Fortune hugged him hard, and kissed his handsome cheek. “Thank you for understanding, Papa,” she said. “I realize I am a disappointment to you in that I cannot settle upon a husband, but as nice as he is, Will Devers is not the man for me. I wonder if any man is.”
In the morning the duke and duchess of Glenkirk set out for Mallow Court. They both enjoyed the gentle hills and the soft weather as they rode. Mallow Court was a pleasant Tudor dwelling, and the announcement of their arrival brought both Sir Shane and Lady Devers hurrying into their Great Hall where Jasmine and James were already being served wine by the well-trained household servants.
“Forgive us for our unannounced arrival,” James Leslie said, kissing Jane Devers’s hand, “but we wanted to come personally to give you an answer to your offer for Lady Fortune.”
Dear God, Jane Devers thought, agitated. They are going to take my William away from me. She flung her husband a distraught look.
Seeing it, Jasmine actually felt sympathy for the woman, and quickly said, “Your son is a fine young man, and I would be proud to have him for a son-in-law. Unfortunately, my daughter does not believe she is the right girl for William. While Jemmie and I think the boy quite suitable, we will not compel Fortune to a marriage she does not want. We wanted to come and tell you this ourselves because we did not want you to think we were refusing your suit capriciously. Nor did we want any gossip that would reflect badly upon William. I hope you are not too offended, and that you will not think badly of Fortune.”
Jane Devers almost collapsed with her relief. William was safe from that girl! Then suddenly she found she was also offended. Fortune Lindley had turned down her son’s offer of marriage! Did the baggage think herself too good for William
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