THE GUN KETCH

enough to wed whom I will.'

'Who said anythin' 'bout sellin' anybody to anybody?' Phineas Chiswick snapped, irritated beyond measure by her calm demeanor.

'Uncle, Alan has substance,' Governour commented. 'Not merely wherewithal to establish a household, or obtain lands. I've found him to be a most talented and capable young man. He's a fine future in the Navy. End up an admiral, like as not.'

God spare me, Alan thought of that idea!

'Governour…!' Phineas harrumphed, as though Brutus had just slipped the dagger into his Julius Caesar.'Yes, he does,' Mother Charlotte echoed.

'And she loves him, Uncle Phineas.' Govemour reddened.

'Good God, what's fleetin' heat got t'do with anythin'?' the old man groused. 'Marriages'r fer-bloody-ever in our class. Let the young'uns run off with just any sparkin' rogue'r round-heeled lass, and where's sense, logic, and bottom t'be, I ask ye? Then where's a parent's wishes come inta play, a parent's better sense? And cream-pot, stableboy love don't last beyond the first swad-dlin' clothes, and then, where's the girl? Miserable, I tell ye, bound to a bully-buck scoundrel and halfway t'the poor's house!'

'I suppose that is why you never married, Phineas,' Charlotte Chiswick muttered loud enough for all to hear.

'Charlotte, ye…!' the old man gaped, strangling on curses and turning red as roses in near-apoplexy.

'I approve,' Charlotte stated, mouse-timorous of stating any opinion. 'And, I am certain Sewallis would as well, were he…'

'Oh, Mother, thank you!' Caroline squealed, going to her.

'I don't!' Phineas barked.

'I do,' Governour said, once the echoes had died away. 'After all, I wed for love. Mother's told me long ago, before the war, she did. Were Alan Lewrie truly a black-hearted schemer, were he truly worthless, I would not approve. I had hoped, of course, that she and-Harry might…'

'Gove, believe me,' Caroline assured him, sharing his sadness, if only because her brother was sad for what was not to be, 'I could never feel the slightest affection for Harry. For anyone but Alan.'

'Ye throw away a future baronet, a Member of Commons, and the finest estate in Surrey,' Uncle Phineas griped.

'And if not Harry, a man of worth and bottom, like… like…'

'A man old enough to be my father, Uncle Phineas,' Caroline said. 'There could be no pleasant converse with Mr. Tudsbury for me. I cannot find contentment in contemplating acres, with nothing more in common with him.'

'Not one shillin' o' Chiswick worth ye'll have,' Phineas vowed, deflated and confounded at last, but willing to go game though he was blocked at both ends. 'No dowry, no 'dot,' no annuity.'

'I would find that acceptable,' Caroline stated, going from her mother's side to take Alan's hand as she sensed he would relent.

'We have more than enough, sir,' Alan added.

'She will not!' Governour insisted, slamming a fist onto the arm of his chair. 'My sister'll not slink away like a midnight eloper. She will not go unblessed nor unencumbered with proper due!'

'Amen, my boy,' Mother Charlotte agreed, though softly.

'And just what, beyond her paraphernalia and household goods, d'ye think there is t'spare, lad?' Phineas rejoined nastily. 'Summat from yer revenues? Recollect, the girl herself swears I've no rights over her. That Sewallis is head o' her family. Well, let him dower her, then! Hunnert pound'r so pe rannum, hey? That sum about right? Oh, let's make it hunnert'n eighty pound t'keep her while her husband is gallivantin' about the Bahamas fer three years.'

'I know how constrained our finances are, Governour,' Caroline told her brother. 'I will not demand anything that would deprive you or Millicent of a single morsel.'

'Burgess sent home nigh on three thousand pounds, Caroline,' Governour stated. 'I could…'

'No,' she insisted, hitching a deep breath. 'And a simple wedding. So no one will be begrudging, or beholden, later.'

'Just as long as we have even a semblance of a blessing,' Alan said, left out of the conversation, and the long- running dispute among the Chiswicks, gladly up until that moment. And even more impressed with Caroline's level- headed sensibility. 'We'll not coach to Gretna Green. We'll not elope to Portsmouth, and some sailor's chapel in a warehouse stew. I have enough to rent or purchase a decent cottage for us, and enough to provide for her proper comfort and station in life while I'm away. Should you demand a long engagement…'

'Alan!' Caroline protested, thinking still of a quick match.

'Should you demand we wait until I've returned from my active commission, I would provide for her, gladly,' he concluded. Damme, but they're hitching the cart to this horse a tad rapid for my likes, he thought! It was one thing to win approval and blessing, but he'd thought the altar could wait awhile longer, surely!

'Alan!' Caroline frowned, trying to sound fond, though vexed.

'Forgive me, Caroline, but I'll not abduct you without your family's blessings,' he said. 'Much as I adore you, I'll not have you starting life with me under any sort of cloud. I'll not have anyone in this world ever suggest we did not begin on the right footing.'

'Oh, Alan, you're such a dear.' Caroline relented, a little.

Then why do I feel like I'm declaiming like a posturing clown, like one of the actors in The Beggar's Opera, he wondered (not forthe first time) whenever he'd assayed sounding noble, decent, and upright? Most sensible people throw fruit at such players!

Damme, I could damn near give me hives!

'She is not due to inherit anything, unless absolute disaster strikes this family, Uncle.' Govemour sighed, rapping his knuckles on the side table for caution, 'Pray God it don't.' He added for extra measure, 'You disclaim responsibility for her, then?'

'I do,' Phineas smouldered.

'Then as eldest, in our father's stead, I'll pledge that when our finances are sufficient to spare an annuity, Caroline'll have an hundred and twenty pounds. Alan, dear little sister Caroline, devil if I know just when that'll be, God bless me, but I'll swear you that on paper!'

'Governour, you don't have to.' Caroline teared up, rushing to embrace her elder brother. 'But thank you, and God bless you for it.'

'Thankee, Governour,' Alan added, going to take his hand and give it a vigorous pumping.

'Ah, I should have read the signs, you know, Alan,' Governour chuckled, shaking his head at his blindness. ' 'Twas all we ever heard from her… Alan this, Alan that. And nary a swain no matter how he tried could sway her. You will be a good husband to her. You'll be good and true to her, and make her happy.'

Lewrie didn't think that sounded much like a question. And for a fleeting moment, he conjured up the scarifying image of Governour's ruddy phiz framed over the yawning barrel of a dragoon pistol, big as a twenty-four-pounder, pointed right between his eyes.

'I swear I will, Governour,' he smiled.

'He will be,' Caroline agreed happily, an arm linked with his.

'Swear you will, indeed, you will!' Governour barked with wry amusement. 'We'll have a coach brought 'round. Mother, I do believe you'd do well to accompany them to the vicar's, hey?'

'Just let me go and change, son.'

Chapter 7

Hounds yelped, handlers cursed, and riders jollied themselves in mounting and boasts, as servants of Embleton