The very thought of her own parents still indulging in bedroom sport shocked her to the core. Her youngest sibling had been in leading strings when she had left home so obviously her parents had a loving relationship.
Did lack of children in the other families mean the couple did not share a bed? Did this mean the gentleman would need to slake his physical desires elsewhere? Had she been too hasty in her condemnation? No, his letter had intimated that he’d discovered a way of preventing conception therefore he had no excuse for indulging himself with his mistress.
Her door burst open and Petunia ran in. “Is it true, Isobel, that you’re to hold a ball before we leave?”
“Indeed we are. I decided on a whim that Lucinda’s baptism should be celebrated not only by the tenants but by everyone else as well. I hope you’ve something suitable to wear?”
“I have, Mama insisted I bought a formal gown just in case. I’m glad you’re not too dispirited about the news I gave you.”
“Pet, this is the way things are. Alexander and I are very happy together, he knows I’ve no wish to be increasing every year. I’m sure he believes he’s doing me a favour by finding an outlet for his passion elsewhere.”
Her friend turned an unbecoming shade of beetroot. Isobel’s sudden laughter did nothing to improve the situation. “I apologise for mentioning something so indelicate to you, but you’ll be a married woman soon and would do well to understand these matters.” She offered her arm to her friend. “Let’s continue our stroll and talk of other things.”
“Duncan, I’ve just received a missive from Newcomb informing me we are having a ball. Does that mean that I must become involved? I’m glad I invited some of my own friends to come down; it’s far too long since Newcomb held a big event of this sort.”
His valet smiled. “I should leave such matters to her grace, I’m sure she has everything in hand. A few extra guests will barely be noticed.”
“I must inform Bentley. He will need to purchase something more suitable than the dandified costume he prances about in at the moment.”
“Very wise notion, your grace. It wouldn’t do to startle your guests.”
“Mind you, the thought of him appearing in his high heels and hideous waistcoat might well be entertaining.”
He was mystified as to why Isobel had decided to invite the entire neighbourhood to Newcomb without first consulting him. Was this to be his punishment for delaying so long in town? Grinning, he reviewed the business that had kept him at Grosvenor Square. Leasing a luxury yacht had not been as simple as he’d expected and he’d been obliged to interview the captain and the purser before the deal was done.
Isobel and his infant daughter were to accompany him on a cruise directly the celebrations were completed. He’d also pensioned off all the less adaptable of his old retainers and the remainder were already on their way to Newcomb to help with the preparations.
His meeting with Gloria had been most informative. He had in his possession a letter explaining how to use vinegar and a sponge in the most efficacious way. His parting with his former mistress had been amicable. She had found herself another benefactor, someone less demanding and almost as rich as himself.
His lawyers wanted him to return to London to sign the papers before they left. Once the dratted house party and ball were over he could slip away for a day whilst Newcomb was put under holland covers and the staff given leave of absence. The custom was to put the servants on half pay when the family was absent, but as he was feeling benevolent and he’d not do so. He was happy and he wished to share his joy with all those within his domain.
This summer was the start of a new life, he was a loving husband and father again. He blinked; he didn’t deserve to be so happy after the way he’d behaved. Isobel had found it in her heart to forgive him and he’d never let her down.
Alexander’s garments were back where they belonged and the preparations all but complete for the garden party and the summer ball. There was nothing else to be done. Isobel saw his carriage approaching at a spanking trot. She was dreading this meeting, had veered from rage to almost understanding his reasons for betraying her. Her relatives appeared to have accepted her explanation and saw no reason for disquiet.
She hurried through the house and into his study. Bill would make sure his master knew where to find her. They would not be disturbed in here. Whatever took place between them would remain private.
Twenty minutes later hurrying footsteps approached the room and the door was thrown open.
He stood there eyes blazing and she quailed. He had been upstairs, seen the changes, and had come to demand an explanation.
Chapter Twenty-two
“Sweetheart, what’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?”
Isobel had mistaken his expression. He looked bewildered, his eyes wide with hurt. Suddenly his infidelity no longer mattered, he loved her and she loved him - that was enough for her.
“Alexander, it’s nothing … I thought … they said … it doesn’t matter. I love you.” She flung herself at him wanting the reassurance of his arms around her.
“You’re making no sense. Has someone upset you? Tell me, darling, we can have no secrets between us now.” She pressed her face into his jacket, shaking her head and refusing to look up at him. “Isobel, you’re worrying me. I intend to discover what’s wrong even if we have to remain in here all day.”
Her words were somewhat muffled in his shirt. “It’s nothing, I’ve missed you and my aunt and uncle and cousins are already here.”
He stiffened. “Come, we shall sit together calmly and you can tell me what it is that you’ve been told that has so discomforted you.”
There was only one thing she could think of that would turn him from his interrogation. She slid her hands up his chest until they were buried in the hair at the base of his neck, then she relaxed against him and tilted her face expectantly.
“Baggage! You shan’t distract me so easily.” He dropped a swift, hard kiss on her parted lips and then swung her into the air to stride across the room and drop her none too gently onto the sofa. “Now, young lady, you’ll tell me everything.”
He sat beside her and gathered her hands into his own. His strength reassured her. This was not the drunken, callous man she’d run away from, but her own dear Alexander, the father of her child.
With lowered eyes she told him what Petunia had told her. He didn’t answer and she risked a glance upwards, he was smiling slightly. “I don’t know whether to be offended that you didn’t trust me or delighted that you forgave me.”
“I decided that whatever had taken place you had come back to me. You love me and our daughter and that’s all that matters.”
Leaning forward he stared earnestly into her eyes. “I did meet Lady Fulbright and go to her house but not for the reasons you suppose. It’s
“My goodness! That’s not an explanation that readily came to mind. I thought you would ask a married gentleman friend.”
He chuckled. “Would you have preferred I discussed our personal business with someone you might meet socially?”
“No, and I wish people would not jump to conclusions and be so ready to pass them on.”
“That puzzles me also. I was most discreet, and I can’t think my visit to that lady would arouse the slightest interest in most drawing-rooms. I wonder how your cousin came to hear of it?”
“I shall ask her, and make sure she knows the information was erroneous.” She fluttered her eyelids hoping she looked irresistible. “I’ve something else to tell you, you have another opportunity to decide whether you’re offended or if you’ll forgive
