what could be gained by pretending to be sick. He went to the chamber next to his that had been pointed out to him by the maid and knocked quietly at the door. After hearing a feeble, “Come in,” the duke entered his son’s chamber.
“Alexander, it’s your father,” the duke said, approaching the figure on the bed huddled under a mass of blankets. “I was sorry to hear that you are ill. Should a doctor be sent for?”
Marcus realized he could not hide under a pile of blankets forever. Besides, it was hot as Hades under there. “Good afternoon, Your Grace. Sorry to surprise you like this, but I can explain everything.”
The duke appeared more resigned than surprised to see Sir Marcus Reddings’s head pop out of the bedclothes, not a flaxen hair out of place.
“I am sure you can, Sir Marcus. And, I must admit, I am somewhat interested in hearing your explanation. I will just take a seat, shall I, while you prepare your, no doubt fascinating, account.” As the duke’s tone was laden with sarcasm and his gaze somewhat fierce, it is not surprising that Sir Marcus felt a hint of trepidation and a loss of some of his usual savoir-faire. “
“I am sure Alexander would do a better job of explaining to you his motives, but I will do my poor best to explain them in his absence.” Marcus paused, but as the duke’s only response was a glare, he hurried to continue. “Yes, well, Alexander felt that if he came to Stonehurst as the heir to a duke known to be promised in marriage to Miss Smithfield, there would be no opportunity for him and Miss Smithfield to come to know each other’s real characters. So he decided to come to Stonehurst incognito, so to speak, and get to know Miss Smithfield in a less formal atmosphere. So he is presently residing with the vicar of Stonehurst, posing as a curate.”
“My son is posing as a curate.”
“That is right, Your Grace, but with the purest of motives, I assure you.”
“So you have said. I hope the Church of England appreciates the nobility of his actions as much as you do. But while I can comprehend my son’s behavior, as much as I abhor the deceit, it still does not explain why you are posing as him.”
“That is true. Really, it is because of your son’s generosity that I am here.”
“No sophistry, I beg you. Just cut to the chase.”
“I needed to leave London and did not really have anywhere to go. I discovered that Alexander had come here posing as a curate. That left his identity free, so I assumed it. I cannot go into detail about my reasons, but they are good ones, Your Grace.” There was more sincerity in Marcus’s tone than usual, and he had dropped his foppish façade. The duke observed him in silence for a long moment, then nodded.
“I am not saying I condone your actions; I detest falsehood. However, I accept your explanation.”
“Does that mean that you will go along with the charade?”
“I shan’t be a party to it, but I shall not expose you, either. As long as you stay in your chamber, and I do not have to address you in public, and Alexander stays out of my sight, you both can continue your game. But I give you one week only. I will not deceive my hostess and her family any longer than that.”
Sir Marcus nodded acceptance of the duke’s terms. “You know, Your Grace, Alexander and I had no idea you were coming. When Miss Smithfield told me today you were expected, you could have knocked me over with a feather. I am sure Alexander was equally surprised when he got my note.”
“I think he was surprised even before he got your note, young man. I saw him walking on the High Street with Miss Emily Smithfield, and he ran into the butcher’s when he saw my carriage.” The duke started to laugh. “I should have stopped my carriage and ordered some mutton. I wonder what he would have done then.”
Chapter Seven
The duke had just dismissed his man and retired for the night when he heard the door to his chamber open and close. Before he could react, someone had placed a hand over his mouth and whispered to him to be still. The hand was removed, and the duke was considering crying for help despite the warning, when the candle at his bedside was lit and he saw his son standing above him.
“Alexander! Are you trying to give me an apoplexy?”
“No, sir, I apologize, but I did not want you waking the whole house.”
“I swear, your shenanigans are going to send me to an early grave.”
“I know, I know, I am a sad excuse for a son. You deserve a son more like . . . Sir Marcus Reddings, perhaps?”
“That is very amusing, Alexander. Very amusing.”
“I am sorry, sir. I know it is not a matter to joke about, and I apologize for involving you in this. However, I have a very good explanation for it all.”
“I know, I know. Sir Marcus explained the whole thing. It is all very romantic. I only hope the Smithfields are still speaking to us when the whole thing is over.”
“So do I.” Alexander’s tone was so serious that his father looked at him more closely.
“Why do you care so much for the Smithfields’ good opinion all of a sudden? Could it be you have come to appreciate Miss Smithfield’s sterling qualities?”
“I do admire Miss Smithfield’s sterling qualities. However, I find Miss Emily Smithfield’s more, ahem, corporal qualities practically irresistible.”
The duke smiled at his son’s admission. “I must admit, I spent the entire evening at dinner wondering if I had engaged you to the right girl.”
“So you approve my choice?”
“I am delighted. However, I cannot understand why you’re resorting to these underhanded tactics. It all seems like a lot of unnecessary tomfoolery. Why can’t things be like they were in my day? You saw a pretty girl you liked, good family, asked permission to court her, that’s that. I feel like a dashed idiot, accepting hospitality from a woman I am playing for a fool.”
“I know, Father, and I apologize again for putting you in this position. But, whatever the reason I started this charade, I want to finish it for a different reason. I know Emily Smithfield is the right girl for me. But she is very young, and I do not want her head turned by the attentions of the heir to a dukedom. I want to know that she chooses to spend the rest of her life with me for the same reason I choose to spend it with her: because she could not bear not to.”
“Well, I do not pretend to understand young people today, it seems to me you waste a lot of time and energy playing games when all you have to do is talk to each other. But I shan’t stand in your way. If you want to go round in circles, that is your prerogative.”
“Thank you, sir. Now you shall have a far more entertaining story to tell your grandchildren.”
“The way you are going about things, I am unlikely to see any grandchildren. Now go away, I have had a long day and need my sleep.”
“Yes, I heard you had an encounter with a highwayman this afternoon. Are you all right?”
“I am fine, he only hurt my dignity. It pained me to give the young whippersnapper my money. However, I always travel with a little extra in my boot, so I will survive. And if I need any more, I can always ask one of my sons for a loan.”
“Good night, Father. I can see you’re perfectly fine.” Alexander turned to go.
“Alexander, one more thing. I gave your friend Marcus one week only. I do not want to have to claim that dandy as my son for the rest of my life. I hate to give advice to a young Lothario like you, but you may want to speed things up a bit. Meet her in dark corners, bribe the maid to disappear . . .”
“Steal a kiss on a dark terrace, I understand. Despite your lack of confidence in my abilities, I am not a complete novice, you know.”
“Well, I had heard otherwise, but I am beginning to think the reports were highly exaggerated.”
“Thank you, Father. Good night.”
Alexander peeked out from behind the door to ensure no one was in the hallway and slipped out of the room. His father chuckled softly to himself before extinguishing the light.
