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Historical,
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England - Social Life and Customs - 19th Century,
Regency novels,
Marriage Proposals
You pain her most terribly.â
âYou mean you donât lust for my body? Not even after all our merry cradle games?â
âYou disgust me!â
âI think itâs rather unfair to hold my infant technique against me. I assure you that nowââ
âI will never darken your door again!â She would have stormed forward, but the earl put a hand out to stop her, and stepped closer to the sedan chair.
âMay I hope that goes for you, too, Your Grace?â
The dowager looked up with the expression of an early martyrâof the sterner sort. âYou are my sacred trust, Frederick. I will never wash my hands of you.â
Saxonhurst suddenly looked around, seized Megâs hand, and dragged her to his side. âYou were never properly introduced, were you? Minerva, Lady Saxonhurst, make the acquaintance of my motherâs mother, the Dowager Duchess of Daingerfield, and my cousin, Lady Daphne Grigg.â
The duchess looked up at Meg and truly did seem long-suffering. Meg could understand. The earlâs behavior was completely beyond the line. Though not deranged, he was distinctly unbalanced and intolerably rude.
âI cannot in honesty welcome you to the family.â The duchessâs hawkâs eyes swept over Megâs clothes, assessing and dismissing. âYou are clearly unsuited for such high station and unlikely to bring Saxonhurst to any sense of his failings. But I cannot abandon my family. When you need advice, come to me. I will stay in town until Twelfth Night, apparently at Quillerâs Hotel. Now, Frederick, if you will permit it, we will do as you wish and leave your disorderly house.â
The earl stepped back sharply. The chairâwhich Meg now saw had a ducal coronet on the roof and a rampant lion on the doorâwas raised again by its attendants and carried out of the door.
The lion and the unicorn, fighting for the crown. Upstairs and downstairs, and all around the town. . . .
She certainly felt as if she had tumbled into a war between mighty predators. What on earth was going on?
Daphne was no bride for the earl, and the duchess must know it. Susie had been right to suggest that the earlâs grandmother would find him an unsuitable wife. It was especially horrid that the woman had seen him as a case to be reformed.
But then, he clearly was. No matter what lay between them, it was wrong to refuse hospitality to relatives, especially at this time of year. With a chill, Meg realized he had never once addressed the duchess as grandmother.
âSheâs upset you.â
She searched him for signs of madness and saw only suave gloss. âI am unsuited to be an earlâs bride.â
He tucked away his quizzing glass. âWhat you need to know you can learn.â With the closing of the door on the departing women, the angry, vicious man had faded like hoarfrost under the sun. âThe staff here, though rascals one and all, know their business and will take care of you.â
âButââ
âDonât pay the duchess any heed. In particular, donât scurry off to Quillerâs asking for advice. That, I absolutely forbid.â
And he meant that word, she saw.
âNow,â he said, smile flashing, eyes brightening, âletâs eat our luncheon before the twins starve to death!â
Servants came forward to ease them out of their outdoor clothing and carry it away as if every item was of silk and velvet.
âWhereâs Brak?â he suddenly demanded, making Meg tense, wondering what might appear next.
âWe removed him in case of unpleasantness, milord,â the butler said, and the next moment a huge, snarling beast raced into the hall.
âSit!â the earl said sharply, and the dog skidded to a halt and onto its haunches. It still snarled, however, as if it, too, was starving to death, and it was the ugliest dog Meg had ever seen. Shaggy and a mottled gray-brown.
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