filled her with such dread. After all he was handsome, intelligent, wealthy and titled. Most debutantes would love to be in her position. Why was she so set against the match?
Chapter Seven
The harsh sound of a clock striking the hour made Emily jump. She was late. How could that have happened? She quickened her steps, lifted her skirt, and ran lightly downstairs. Where was the library? The vast hall was deserted, and none of the usual footmen in sight. There were five routes for her to select from but she had no idea which one to take.
Frantically she searched for a bell-cord in order to summon assistance but found none. Then she had an inspired notion; she would open the front door and knock loudly on it; that would surely bring Penfold out of hiding.
Pleased with her scheme she turned the heavy knob and stepped out into the morning sunshine. The trees were so lovely in their autumn colours that she became distracted and released her hold on the door. Its swung shut with an ominous clunk. She spun round too late, the door was firmly closed. She lifted the heavy brass knocker and banged it. She waited expectantly. There was no sound of footsteps hurrying to her summons. She banged again, with such force that she hurt her hand. Yesterday the wretched place had been overrun with staff, where were they all today?
She decided to abandon the front door and search for another entrance. Penfold, who had been closeted with Mrs Todd, the housekeeper, opened the door to see a flash of lilac vanish round the corner. It was not his place to question the strange ways of his betters, so quietly shut the door and went about his business.
Emily was breathless, and the hem of her dress limp and dusty by the time she finally found a side door that opened. She burst in, startling two parlour maids about their duties.
“Thank Heavens! I have found someone. Please could you direct me to the library?”
The younger girl recovered first. “Yes, miss, if you would care to follow me.”
Emily was late, very late. Her hair was escaping from its pins and the hem of her dress was mired but in her urgency she failed to notice.
Sebastian was glaring out across the park; he did not like to be kept waiting. The sound of her hurrying footsteps alerted him. He turned, and stood, legs slightly apart, arms rigidly beside him, and waited.
“Miss Gibson, my lord.” The maid, duty done, disappeared but not before she had noted the Viscount's expression and Emily's appearance. Both would be described in detail to the rest of the staff when they sat down for supper that night.
Emily curtsied and as her eyes dropped she saw the appalling state of her dress. Her spirits sunk even lower. This was not an auspicious start. She raised her head and shrivelled under the icy stare of her future husband. Where was the friendly man she had just been out riding with?
There was an interminable silence; Emily did not speak, she felt too ill. Sebastian knew if he opened his mouth too soon he would say something they would both regret.
Emily recovered her composure. “I must apologize for keeping you waiting, sir.” She was about to explain why she was late but he forestalled her. She noticed that there appeared to be something wrong with his breathing.
“For God's sake, sit down, Emily and let us get this farce completed.”
Every instinct told her to flee from this formidable man but her feet refused to move. He took a step towards her and fearing that he was going to strike her, she retreated until her shaking back was hard against the door, her eyes wide.
“Please, I'm sorry. I got locked out.” To her shame she felt unwanted tears spill out and trickle down her cheeks.
“It is I who must apologize, Emily.” Sebastian took her hand and gently drew her towards a sofa. “Sit down, my dear, you are shaking. I should not have frightened you like that; it was inexcusable. I am behaving like a nincompoop. Here, use this.” Emily felt the soft touch of a linen handkerchief placed into her fingers and obediently wiped eyes.
“I am not usually a watering-pot. I don't understand what's happening to me. I promise you, I am usually a woman of good sense.”
“It is this wretched business. It has got to us both, has it not?”
She nodded. “You have no more wish for this than I do, do you, Cousin Sebastian?”
“No, I do not. But I am afraid we have no choice, my dear. Our behaviour yesterday has put us beyond the pale and only the announcement of our engagement will save us both from ruin.”
“Grandfather told me you could lose your position in the government as well as in society. Is that truly the case?”
“It is; we have no choice.” Then he smiled and inexplicably her heart turned over. He reached over and took her hand. “Miss Gibson, will you do me the inestimable honour of becoming my wife?”
She swallowed twice, before answering. There appeared to be a lump stuck in her throat. “Yes, my lord, I will.” The pull on her hand continued and she found herself being embraced by two exceptionally well-muscled arms.
“Look at me, Emily,” he commanded. She did as she was bid and received her first adult kiss. The feel of another mouth on hers was at first alarming but slowly she relaxed and began to enjoy the strange sensation.
“There, it is done.” Viscount Yardley released her and stood up. “I assume you will tell Lady Althea our good news?”
“Yes, of course I will. What happens next? Are we obliged to do anything else?”
“No; I am returning to Town after I have spoken to the Earl.” He bowed formally and, without further conversation, strode out of the room.
Emily stared at the closed-door scarcely able to comprehend what had just taken place. In the space of thirty minutes she had been shouted out, scared half to death, comforted, proposed to, kissed and abandoned. It was too much to take in. Shakily she got to her feet and began to walk around the room, trying to bring order to her tumbled thoughts.
She was still in the library when her sister discovered her. Millie greeted her with a scream of delight.
“Em, here you are! I have been searching for you for hours. Everything is like a game of hide and go seek in this huge house.”
Emily put down her book and returned her sister's happy smile. “I know, Millie, I got lost this morning and have not dared venture out of here again. Is there a particular reason you are seeking me?”
“Yes, Madame Ducray from London has arrived and has boxes of samples and things to show you. Mama has got dressed and taken some breakfast. I love Westerham; we're going to be so happy here.”
“I'm sure you're right. Come along then, shall we try and find Mama's apartments or ring for assistance?”
“We had better ring; she will be getting anxious.”
Lady Althea greeted her daughters as though they had been lost for weeks. “My dears, at last, I have been so worried. Where ever have you been for so long?”
“Em was hiding in the library; it took me for ever to find her.”
“Well you are both here now. Madame Ducray has set up in your sitting-room, Emily. She is waiting to see us there.”
Serena bounced off the
“Of course, my love. Your grandfather said we are to have whatever we wish. He has placed no restrictions on expenditure.”
It was only then that Emily realized her mother and sisters were ignorant of either her scandalous behaviour or her precipitate engagement.
“Mama, I have to speak with you first. Millie, take Serena into Madame and tell her that we shall be along in
