unhappy, is she not? I would rather know now before I meet her again.' He clucked his tongue. 'Very well, then,' he said. 'She is unhappy - or uneasy, at least. You are not the eldest sister, and you have been married before.' 'And I am no beauty,' she said. 'What am I to say to that?' he asked, clearly exasperated. 'You are not ugly. You are not an antidote.' Loverlike words indeed! 'I will make her like me,' she said. 'I promise I will. She will like me when she sees that I can make you comfortable.' 'Ah,' he said. 'It is only /comfortable /today, is it? Yesterday you knew how to /please /me and how to make me /happy/.' He was looking at her sidelong. His eyelids were drooped over his eyes again in that disconcertingly slumberous expression she remembered from the assembly. 'And comfortable too,' she said firmly. 'Well, then,' he said, 'I am to be a fortunate man.' 'You are,' she agreed - and laughed. 'And I would like to have been a spider crawling across the carpet in your drawing room after I left yesterday,' he said. 'Especially after you and your elder sister were alone together, as I suppose you were eventually.' 'She was not upset, if that is what you mean,' she said. 'At least, not upset that you had offered for me rather than her.' 'I am crushed,' he said. 'She wishes us well,' she told him. 'Now /that,/' he said, 'I can believe. She is inordinately fond of you.
She was not happy, though, was she, to learn that you had offered yourself as the sacrificial lamb for the family.' 'I have no intention of being any such thing,' she told him. 'I am going to be your wife - your viscountess. I am going to learn to do the job well - you will see.' 'I am going to be thirty before the year is out,' he said. 'My primary motive in deciding to marry this year has been to set up my nursery without further delay. There is the need for an heir.' He was looking directly at her from beneath those drooped lids - deliberately trying to discompose her, of course. 'Oh,' she said, and knew she was blushing. Her toes curled up inside her half-boots. 'But of course. That is perfectly understandable. Especially as you expect to be a duke one day.' 'Was there any question,' he asked, 'of children with Dew?' She shook her head and bit her lip. 'You told me,' he said, 'that you are not a virgin and I believed you.
But are you perhaps an /almost /virgin?' She turned her head away sharply. She could not trust her voice. She watched two streams of water snake their way down the side window of the carriage.
It had happened three times in all - /it /being nuptial relations. And after two of them Hedley had wept. 'My apologies,' Viscount Lyngate said, setting his gloved hand on her sleeve. 'I did not intend to upset you.' 'It is quite understandable,' she said, 'that you would want to know if I am capable of bearing children. As far as I know, I am. I /hope /I am.' 'We are almost at Finchley,' he said. 'You will see it around the next bend.' He leaned across her to wipe the steam off the window with the sleeve of his greatcoat.
It was another gray stone mansion, but this one was older than Warren Hall. It was solidly square with balustrades and statues around the roof and ivy on parts of the walls. It was surrounded by lawns dotted with ancient trees, still bare of leaves. Sheep grazed some distance from the house, probably below a ha-ha. There was another house - it was too large to be called a cottage - some distance away, on the banks of a lake.
There was none of the new splendor of Warren Hall here, but to Vanessa it looked stately and peaceful and welcoming - though that last word reminded her of what she was facing inside its walls within the next few minutes. She sat back in her seat. 'It looks better in the sunshine,' he said. 'It looks lovely now,' she told him.
She drew a deep breath when the carriage drew to a halt outside the double front doors of the house and let it out on a sigh that was unfortunately audible. 'I suppose,' she said after he had descended the steps and turned to offer her a hand, 'I ought to have looked beyond the mere request that you marry me to what came next.' 'Yes,' he agreed as she stepped down, 'perhaps you ought. But you did not, did you?' 'And what-ifs are pointless,' she said. 'You said so yourself the day we arrived at Warren Hall.' 'Precisely,' he said. 'You are stuck with me, Mrs. Dew. And I - ' He stopped abruptly. 'And you are stuck with me.' She often found amusement in the strangest things. She laughed.
It was better for both her spirits and her pride than weeping.
He raised his eyebrows and offered his arm.
11
LADY Lyngate looked even grander inside her own drawing room than she had in Stephen's. Or perhaps it was just that at Warren Hall she had been merely Viscount Lyngate's mother, Vanessa thought, whereas here she was her soon-to-be mother-in-law.
She was alone. There was no sign of Miss Wallace.
And she was gracious. She greeted Vanessa with apparent warmth and drew her toward a chair across from her own at the fire.
Viscount Lyngate, after presenting Vanessa as his betrothed, was dismissed as if he were quite irrelevant to the discussion to come. He bowed to them both, assured Vanessa that he would return in an hour's time to escort her home, and left the room. 'I suppose,' Vanessa said, taking the offensive because she was thoroughly frightened, 'you were surprised and none too pleased when Lord Lyngate returned home yesterday to inform you that he had proposed marriage to me instead of to Meg?' Lady Lyngate raised her eyebrows and looked very aristocratic and very haughty - and very like her son - for a moment. 'I was surprised, yes,' she said. 'I had thought it was your elder sister to whom he intended to pay his addresses. It seems I was mistaken. I assume he had good reason for choosing you instead. I trust he has also chosen wisely.' Guilt smote Vanessa. 'I will make him happy,' she assured the viscountess, leaning slightly forward in her chair. 'I have promised him that. I have always been able to make people happy.' But would it be possible with Viscount Lyngate? He would be a definite challenge.
The viscountess looked steadily at her, her eyebrows still raised, but she did not respond. The tea tray was being carried in, and, until the tea had been poured and the plate of macaroons had been passed and the servant had withdrawn, she spoke of the weather and the hope that spring would come at last. 'You have a figure,' she said then, 'that modern fashion will flatter.
It is not voluptuous, but it will look quite elegant when properly draped with silks and muslins. And that blue dress is far more becoming than the gray in which I saw you two days ago, though the design is not fashionable and probably never was. It is very wise of you, of course, to leave off your mourning entirely now that you are betrothed again. We must discover exactly which colors become you best. Pastel shades, I believe, behind which you will not pale into insignificance. And your hair has distinct possibilities, though its present style does not flatter you. We will have it cut and styled by an expert. Your face is prettier when you smile than when you do not. You must cultivate animation rather than fashionable ennui when you are in company. I believe you will take well enough with the /ton/.' Vanessa just stared at her. 'I hope you did not expect that this visit would be a purely social occasion in which we would both mouth meaningless platitudes,' the viscountess said. 'You are to be my son's bride, Mrs. Dew. What is your Christian name?' 'Vanessa, ma'am.' 'You are to be my son's bride, Vanessa. You are to supersede me as Viscountess Lyngate. And one day you can expect to be the Duchess of Moreland. You must be brought up to scratch, then, and there is no time to lose. I found you and your sisters - as well as your brother - quite delightful two afternoons ago, but you will not do for London society, you know. Your manners are pleasing and unaffected, and I believe the /ton /will find your countrified airs charming, but you must learn to dress differently and carry yourself with a more confident deportment and know about /ton /etiquette and the expectations of polite society and the rules of precedence and so on. You will be entering a new world and must not give the appearance of gaucherie. Are you capable of doing all this?' Vanessa remembered her first meeting with Lady Dew after she became affianced to Hedley. Lady Dew had hugged her and kissed her and wept over her and assured her that she was an angel sent from heaven. 'I have been married to a baronet's son, ma'am,' she said. 'But Sir Humphrey rarely leaves home - he loves it too much. And I had never been farther than a few miles from Throckbridge until I came to Warren Hall.
I am not ashamed of the way I am - or the way Stephen or my sisters are.
However, I fully recognize the necessity of adding different qualities now that my circumstances have changed and are to change further. I will be eager and delighted to learn all you are willing to teach me.' Lady Lyngate regarded her steadily while she spoke. 'Then I see no reason why we cannot deal well together,' she said. 'I will be taking Cecily to town next week to have her fitted for all the new clothes she will need for her come-out Season. You will come with us, Vanessa. You will need bride clothes and a court dress - you will, of
