However would /she /tell?
Stephen was coming out of the study. 'Ah, Lord Lyngate,' he said, 'you have arrived at the perfect time. Meg has just sent word that tea is ready in the drawing room. You will join us? And you are wearing /blue, /Nessie. Not gray or lavender today? It is about time, I must say.' As she followed him upstairs with her betrothed, Vanessa wondered if a heart could really beat its way right out of one's chest.
Katherine was sitting by the window, looking through the fashion plates Miss Wallace had left for her yesterday. Margaret was seated behind the tea tray, wearing her best day dress. She looked very determined and self-conscious when she saw that Viscount Lyngate had come. She must be steeling herself for the offer she thought was coming, Vanessa thought. 'My lord,' she said, 'you have arrived in time for tea. Will you be seated?' 'I will,' he said, 'though I would like to say something first that concerns all of you.' Margaret looked openly dismayed - as if she expected a public declaration right there and then. Stephen looked interested, and Katherine looked up from the fashion plate she had been studying. 'Mrs. Dew,' the viscount said, 'has just done me the great honor of accepting my hand in marriage.' Vanessa wished she had sat down as soon as she was inside the room. But it was too late now. She could only stand where she was on legs that felt distinctly wobbly.
There was a horrible silence that seemed to stretch forever, though it was probably no longer than a second or two. 'I say.' Stephen was the first to find his tongue. 'Oh, I say, this /is /a surprise.' And he took the viscount's hand in his and pumped it up and down and then caught Vanessa up in a bear hug, grinning at her as he did so.
Katherine jumped to her feet and came hurrying across the room. 'Oh,' she cried, 'this really /is /splendid. But I did not suspect a /thing/. Ought I to have? Neither of you has given the smallest sign that you have a tendre for each other. But of course - you danced together at the assembly. And you, my lord, danced with no one else /but /Nessie.' She looked for a moment as if she might rush into his arms, but if she had intended that, she thought better of it and rushed into Vanessa's instead after Stephen had released her.
Margaret remained standing behind the tea tray. Vanessa met her eyes over Katherine's shoulder and saw an expression in them that was impossible to read. 'Nessie?' she said. She did not even look at Viscount Lyngate.
Vanessa crossed the room to her, her hands outstretched. 'Meg,' she said, 'wish me happy. Wish /us /happy?' The expression - whatever it had been - was gone, to be replaced by a strained smile. 'But of course I do,' she said, taking Vanessa's hands and squeezing them tightly. 'I wish you all the happiness in the world. And you too, my lord.' He bowed to her - to the woman he had come here to offer for today.
And then, the announcement having been made and the first outburst of surprise and excitement over with, they all sat and sipped their tea and bit into their cakes as if this were any ordinary afternoon.
Except that the conversation was far from ordinary. Viscount Lyngate told them that he would have a word with his mother, who was intending to leave for London within the week in order to get his sister properly outfitted for the coming Season. She would surely be pleased to take his betrothed too and help her choose her bride clothes and prepare her for her presentation at court after the marriage. In the meanwhile, he would see that the banns were called in both her parish and his own without further delay so that all could be accomplished within the month and in plenty of time before the Season began in earnest. /… within the month…/ They all sat politely listening to him - even Vanessa. And they all showed an interest in his plans and made appropriate comments and asked pertinent questions - except Vanessa.
Within half an hour Viscount Lyngate was taking his leave of them all, bowing to each of them in turn, and then taking Vanessa's hand in his and raising it to his lips. 'If I may,' he said, 'I will come and fetch you tomorrow afternoon and take you to Finchley Park to call on my mother. She will wish it.' 'I should enjoy that,' she said, stretching the truth so thin that really there was nothing of it left.
And he was gone, taking Stephen to ride a way with him.
Katherine left the room too after another few minutes of excited chatter and several impulsive hugs. She was going to write to her friends in Throckbridge and tell them the news.
Which reminded Vanessa that /she /must write without delay to the Dews.
She hoped the news would not upset them too much.
But she would think of that later. She was suddenly alone with Margaret, who was still seated on the same chair though the tea tray had been removed. Vanessa was a few feet away.
Margaret broke the silence. 'Nessie,' she said, 'what have you done?' Vanessa smiled cheerfully. 'I have affianced myself to a handsome, rich, influential man,' she said. 'He asked and I said yes.' 'Are you sure that is the way it was?' Margaret asked, her gaze uncomfortably direct. 'Or did /you /ask /him/?' 'That would be very improper,' Vanessa said. 'But not something you have not done before,' Margaret reminded her. 'I was happy with Hedley,' Vanessa protested. 'Yes, I know.' Her sister frowned. 'But will you be happy with Lord Lyngate? I have been under the impression that you do not even like him very well.' 'I will be happy,' Vanessa said, smoothing one hand over the blue fabric of her dress. 'You did it for me, did you not?' Margaret asked. 'I did it because I /wanted /to,' Vanessa said, looking at her again. 'Do you mind awfully, Meg? Did you really want him for yourself? Now that it is too late, I fear that perhaps you do. Or did.' 'You /did /do it for me,' Margaret said, clasping her hands so tightly in her lap that Vanessa could see her knuckles turn white. 'You did it for /us/. Oh, Nessie, must you make yourself a martyr for our sakes?' '/You /always do,' Vanessa told her. 'That is different,' Margaret said. 'It is my lot in life to protect you all, to make sure you all have a chance for the best life possible. I so want you all to be happy. You married Hedley for his sake, and now you will marry Lord Lyngate for ours. You /must /not, Nessie. I will not allow it. I will write him a letter and have it taken over to Finchley without delay. I will - ' 'You will do no such thing,' Vanessa said. 'I am twenty-four years old, Meg. I am a widow. You cannot live my life for me. Neither can you live Kate's or Stephen's. It is /not /your lot in life to give up your own dreams and chances of happiness for us. We are all almost grown up. Kate will have all sorts of chances with my sponsorship. And Stephen will be helped to maturity by Viscount Lyngate and Mr. Samson and the tutors who are being hired for him before he goes up to Oxford. It is time you looked ahead to your life on your own account.' Margaret looked stricken. If /only /Crispin had gone off to join his regiment without saying anything to Meg except good-bye, Vanessa thought. She would be over her feelings for him by now. 'Oh, Meg,' she said, 'it is not that we do not need you any longer. Of course we do. We always will. We need you as our eldest sister. We need your love. But we do not need your /life/. You want us to be happy.
Well, we want the same for you.' 'I dreamed of you finding love again,' Margaret said, tears welling in her eyes. 'But a love that could last a lifetime this time. You deserve a happily-ever-after more than anyone else I know.' 'And I am not to have it?' Vanessa asked. 'Meg, he is heir to a /duke's /title. He told me that earlier. I had /no /idea. Could anything be more dazzling? How could I /not /be happy for the rest of my life? I am going to be a /duchess /one day.' 'A /duke/?' Margaret said. 'Oh, Nessie, I had no idea either. However will you cope? But of course you will. You are grown up, as you have just pointed out to me. Of course you will cope - and very well too. I wonder if Viscount Lyngate knows yet how fortunate he is to have you.' 'I suspect not,' Vanessa said, her eyes twinkling. 'But he will. I intend to be happy with him, Meg. /Blissfully /happy.' Her sister set her head to one side and regarded her steadily. 'Oh, Nessie,' she said.
And then they were both on their feet and in each other's arms, and for some inexplicable reason they were both weeping.
She had just become betrothed, Vanessa thought. Hers were tears of happiness.
Of course they were.
She was going to be married again.
To Viscount Lyngate.
Who could never in a million years love her.
Not that she loved him either, of course, But even so… 'What did she say?' Vanessa asked.
She was seated inside Viscount Lyngate's traveling carriage again, but this time she had him for a companion rather than her sisters. They were on their way to Finchley Park, almost twenty-four hours after their engagement. A heavy drizzle misted the windows. She was being taken to call upon his mother. 'She is eager to meet you,' he told her. 'But I asked what she /said/.' She turned her head to look at him. 'She expected you to offer for Meg, did she not? And then you went home and told her you had offered for me instead. What did she say?' 'She was a little surprised,' he admitted, 'but she was happy after I had informed her that you were the lady I wished to marry.' 'Did you really say that?' she asked him. 'And did she believe you? I would wager she did not. And I would wager she was not happy at all.' 'Ladies,' he said, 'do not wager.' 'Oh, fiddle,' she said. 'She is
