Working Man, Society Bride

‘A lady?’ he queried in surprise.

‘Why not, my lord? I shouldn’t think the fish are particular whose bait they take.’

‘Well, I suppose a lady could take part.’ He beamed at her in a condescending manner. ‘A separate prize for the winning lady, then. A new bonnet, eh, what?’

‘Silly idea,’ Edward murmured to Lucy, who was seated beside him.

‘What, that a lady can fish or that she should win a new hat?’

‘Neither—the idea of fishing as a pastime.’ He was feeling decidedly under the weather, but to have absented himself from luncheon would have been unforgivable in his father’s eyes and he was already in trouble as it was, having to beg the price of a barrel of ale because a gambling debt was a debt of honour and he had spent his monthly allowance. But he’d be blowed if he’d let that navvy have the last laugh. He didn’t remember being brought home, but Victor had furnished the details and said his mother had put it about that he had been taken ill and Mr Masters had asked the navvy to drive him home in the gig. But, damn it, the fellow did not have to carry him into the house.

‘You do not care for it?’

‘No, I would rather go for a ride. What about it, my lady, shall you leave them to their fishing and allow me to show you the countryside on horseback?’

‘If Mama agrees, I would like that.’

‘Lady Luffenham, will you allow me to take Lady Lucinda for a ride this afternoon?’ he asked.

Lady Luffenham looked at her husband, who gave a small nod. ‘Very well, but take someone with you.’

‘Victor will come, won’t you, Cousin?’

‘I meant a lady,’ the Countess put in quickly. ‘For appearance’s sake. Perhaps Rosemary.’

‘Oh, Mama,’ she protested. ‘I want to go fishing.’

‘Then you have been nominated, Dotty,’ Edward told his sister before Lady Luffenham could insist. ‘We shall be four. That should satisfy the proprieties.’

As soon as the meal was finished, everyone dispersed. The fishermen and women went to select their rods and bait and to be shown their stations round the lake, others who preferred to stroll set off down the drive and the elderly went up to their rooms to take an afternoon nap. The four riders went to the stables, where Edward made a great fuss about choosing a mount for Lucy.

‘Cinder is a good lady’s mount,’ he said, pointing to a horse with a mottled grey coat. ‘Will he do?’

‘Yes, thank you,’ she said, realising that calling him a lady’s mount probably meant he was docile to the point of sluggishness. She was a good rider and would have preferred an animal with a little spirit, but decided not to make an issue of it.

Dorothea had her own horse, which was only slightly more lively, and the two men had big bays. Once they were all saddled and mounted, the four riders set off at a gentle trot across the park. ‘We’ll go up on to Gorrymoor,’ Edward said. ‘It has some spectacular views.’

He led the way, skirting the village and trotting through the wood that lay behind it. The path was narrow and there was little opportunity for conversation, which Lucy was glad of. She was studying Edward’s back and was obliged to admit he sat a horse very well. It reminded her that she had promised herself to concentrate on his good points, so, while they walked their horses through the leafy shade, she began to list them. There was, of course, his obvious wealth and prospects. He was handsome in his own way, had a slim figure and was well turned out. The cost of clothes would not be an issue with him. He was educated, but how well she had no idea; his manners were polite and he did not appear to be governed by temper. Perhaps she had been unkind to call him a cold fish, because any show of passion would not have endeared him to her.

And then she came to a stop. She had no idea of his likes and dislikes, whether he would be a loving and affectionate father to his children, what his plans were concerning the life he meant to lead. Surely not one of indolence, which appeared to be the case at the moment. No doubt Lord Gorridge was grooming him to take over the estate and that was no mean task. Could she learn to love him? Was love something that could be learned? According to her mother, it was. But her mother belonged to another generation, when young ladies were expected to obey without question, to marry from a very narrow selection of gentlemen. Society was changing and changing fast and the old ideas were dying, but not quickly enough to help her.

They emerged from the trees, trotted up a narrow lane past a single cottage with a few chickens pecking in the yard and a dog on a chain, which barked ferociously as they passed the gate. Then they were on the moor and Edward urged his horse to a canter, followed by Victor, then Dorothea. Lucy kicked hard, hoping to find Cinder had a little life in him. He obeyed after a time and she realised his sluggishness was habit; he had never been given his head before. Once urged into a canter, he went well and she soon caught the others as they reached the highest point and stopped.

‘There!’ Edward said, waving his crop about him. ‘All that is Gorridge land—the farms, the village of Gorryham and goodness knows how many smaller hamlets and farms. There, on the far side of the lake, is Luffenham land. See the river—it’s the same one that flows past Luffenham Hall.’

‘What are those white posts?’ Lucy asked, having noticed a row of them following the line of the river.

‘That’s the line of the proposed railway.’

‘I see. It looks as though they are going to cross my father’s estate after all.’

‘So they are. There is Gorridge land, then a strip of Luffenham and then Moorcroft’s grounds. After that there are several small holdings before it reaches Peterborough and joins up with the proposed line to Grantham.’

‘But I do not think Papa will agree to it. He is against the railway going over his property.’

‘Oh, he will change his mind. My father will persuade him that it makes sense. We need the railways to carry freight as well as passengers and having to avoid the Earl’s strip will cause no end of problems and put the cost up.’

‘You sound as if you know a great deal about it.’ Now they had touched on the subject of railways, she began to ponder the navvy again, just when she thought she had put him out of her mind. Would it remind Mr Gorridge of him, too?

It was Victor who laughed and said, ‘We had a lesson in railway building last evening, didn’t we, Teddy?’

He looked daggers at his cousin. ‘From Mr Masters, the engineer, yes. I met him to discuss progress.’

‘Is that what it was?’ Dorothea put in. ‘I thought it was to enjoy a convivial evening with the hoi polloi. I cannot think why you like to frequent that common alehouse. It is full of peasants.’

‘Why should I not go there?’ he demanded. ‘It belongs to our father and the men I see there owe him their living and they know their place. And they know mine, too.’

Lucy wasn’t sure what to make of that statement. ‘But the railway engineer wasn’t one of those,’ she said.

‘No, of course not, but he’s working in the area and so decided to stay there.’

‘What about the man who brought you home last night?’ Dorothea posed the question Lucy did not like to ask.

‘His assistant, I think, some sort of jumped-up navvy. I cannot be sure, for we were not formally introduced and then I was taken unwell.’

‘Are you fully recovered?’ Lucy asked him.

‘Yes. It is a weakness I have that occurs now and again, but nothing to concern yourself with, my dear. I am, as my physician will confirm, hale and hearty.’

‘Goodness, I wasn’t questioning the state of your health, Mr Gorridge, simply making a polite enquiry. I suggest we change the subject.’

‘I could not agree more. Shall we ride on?’

They walked their horses in silence for a moment, not at all sure what subject would be acceptable, then Edward suddenly said, ‘My horse is getting lazy. I’m going to give him a gallop.’ And with that he set off across the moor, followed by a determined Victor.

‘You must forgive my brother, Lady Lucinda,’ Dorothea said as they followed at a more sedate pace. ‘He knows he ought to be thinking of marriage and he has said how much he favours you, but he is perhaps a little anxious as to your reply and that makes him behave in a silly fashion. He has always been the same, ever since childhood. I suppose it is a kicking over the traces, a way of showing he is not to be coerced and will make up his own mind, even when it is what he wanted in the first place.’

‘I hope he does not think he is being coerced into marrying me. If I thought that, I should never entertain the idea.’

‘But it would be such a good match. You would be good for him, I think. Mama thinks so, and of course Papa and the Earl have so much in common, both from ancient families with adjoining estates.’

‘I cannot see how having adjoining estates matters. I am not an heiress—I have a brother, you know, so no advantage would come to Mr Gorridge through that.’

‘Yes, I know. I heard your mama talking to mine about him. She is devoted to him, isn’t she?’

‘Of course she is, but she has no favourites and loves us all.’

‘How fortunate you are. I think I should like to have you for a sister-in-law.’