Lady Beneath the Veil
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‘About what happened—’
‘A mistake,’ he interrupted her. ‘And one I deeply regret. I apologise, madam, most humbly.’
She answered him firmly, ‘I am as much to blame as you.’
‘Perhaps, but the consequences for both of us are disastrous.’ He paused. ‘You realise the marriage cannot be annulled now.’
‘Surely, if we return to Martlesham—’
He silenced her with an impatient wave of his hand.
‘Do you think anyone would believe the marriage was not consummated? The servants would be questioned. Mrs Chiswick prepared the bridal chamber for us, her husband saw me carrying you up the stairs and I’d wager any money the maid will check the sheets!’ He kicked a stone off the path. ‘No, last night’s folly is our undoing.’
Folly! That was how he saw the most wonderful experience of her life. Hot tears prickled at the back of Dominique’s eyes, but she would not let them fall. She swallowed and clenched her jaw so that her voice did not tremble.
‘What do you suggest?’
He looked up at the sky, the breath escaping between his teeth in a hiss.
‘Divorce will be my father’s suggestion. He abhors the French as much as I and will strongly oppose the connection. I believe he would even bear the ignominy of our family name being dragged through the courts.’
Dominique shivered. Was this to be her punishment, to have her wantonness publicly paraded?
‘He could arrange the whole,’ Gideon continued thoughtfully. ‘But that would mean your taking a lover and I would have to sue him. A humiliating business for both of us, enduring shame for you. I will not countenance that.’
‘Then what?’ she asked. ‘Separation? I can go back to Martlesham and live with my mother—’
He shook his head.
‘No. Too many people know the circumstances of our marriage. It is unthinkable that they will all remain silent.’
‘That is true,’ she agreed, bitterly. ‘Max has always delighted in bragging about his jokes.’
‘And the chance to make me a laughing stock will prove irresistible.’
Dominique stopped.
‘What shall we do, then?’
‘Brazen it out.’ He turned and looked down at her. ‘We will continue with the marriage.’
She stared at him, her world tilting alarmingly.
‘But...’ She swallowed, struggling to push out the words. ‘It will be a sham. You love someone else.’
That an actress would be even more unacceptable as the wife for the future Viscount Rotham did not concern Dominique, only that he loved the beautiful blonde. Gideon waved aside her objections.
‘There are many such marriages in our world. It does not follow that it must be unhappy. We need only present a united front for a few months, perhaps a year or so, until the gossip has died down.’
‘I have no dowry.’
He laughed, but there was no humour in it.
‘Money is one thing the Alburys have in abundance.’
‘Then your father will say we are even more ill matched.’
He shrugged. ‘Father will come about, especially once you have provided a grandson to carry on the family name. And after that—if you want a lover you will not find me unreasonable, as long as you are discreet. That should not be a problem for you, since you grew up in France. These arrangements are understood there.’
Not in her world. Dominique thought of her mother, still so very much in love with one man, after all these years.
‘Well, madam, what say you?’ Gideon asked her. ‘Are you prepared to continue with this marriage?’
After the slightest hesitation she nodded.
‘Yes. Yes, I am.’
After all, what choice did she have?
* * *
It was early evening by the time the post-chaise bowled into Martlesham village and drew up at a line of cottages. Gideon handed out his wife, then followed her through the nearest door. He was too tall to enter without stooping, but he was relieved when he entered the small sitting room off the narrow passage to find that the ceiling was considerably higher. The serving maid who had admitted them retired to the nether regions of the little house to fetch refreshments, bidding Dominique to go in and greet her mother. The maid had subjected Gideon to a frowning, silent stare before disappearing. He was well aware that she had been a party to the hoax and he had no doubt that she was agog to know how matters stood now. He gave a mental shrug. If his wife wanted to tell her, then he had no objection. In fact, it concerned him very little: he was about to make the acquaintance of his mama-in-law.
The little sitting room was comfortably if sparsely furnished. A couple of armchairs flanked the hearth, where a cheerful fire blazed and a small table stood by the window, its surface littered with papers. A silver inkstand rose from the centre of the chaos, like an island amid a turbulent sea and to one side sat a lady in a dark woollen gown with a tight-fitting jacket. She was hunched over the table, writing furiously, and did not appear to notice their entrance.
‘Maman?’
Madame Rainault looked up. Gideon detected some likeness to his wife, but the lady’s fair complexion and light eyes reminded him more of Martlesham, save that she had none of the earl’s blustering arrogance. She wore a muslin cap over curls which were sprinkled with grey, and her eyes held a distracted look, as if her thoughts were elsewhere. She seemed to struggle to focus as she put down her pen and smiled.
‘Dominique, my child. Are you back from the Abbey so soon? I had thought to have all these letters done before you returned.’
‘Maman, I have something to tell you.’ Gideon found himself pulled forwards by a small but insistent hand. ‘This is Mr Albury, Maman. He—we...’
As the words tailed away he stepped forwards and picked up Madame Rainault’s hand.
‘Enchant'e, madame.’ As he bowed over the thin fingers he realised how long it was since he had spoken in French and he had to fight down the painful associations before he could summon up a smile. ‘What your daughter is trying to say is that she has done me the honour of becoming my wife.’
Madame Rainault withdrew her hand and regarded him, bewildered.
‘Your wife? But when, how?’
He felt a touch on his sleeve.
‘Perhaps, sir, I should talk to my mother alone.’
‘Yes, of course. I will go on to the Abbey. I need to arrange to have the rest of my luggage packed up and sent on to me.’ He hesitated. ‘Unless you wish to see your cousin?’ He received a darkling look in answer and gave a wry smile. ‘I thought not. I will be back as soon as I can.’
* * *
His arrival at Martlesham caused no little consternation. It was the dinner hour and Gideon told the butler not to disturb his master, but to send Runcorn up to his room immediately. It took very little time to explain the situation to his valet and give him his instructions.
* * *
Half an hour later he was ready to leave. He found Max waiting for him in the hall.
‘Albury. Back from your honeymoon already? Is my cousin not with you?’
‘I left her with her mother,’ said Gideon, pulling on his gloves.