"Yes, miss," said Rainbird, looking at her curiously.
"I am not Mr. Sinclair"s daughter. I was his brother"s ward. Jamie Sinclair, the brother, was a sort of religious lecher. He took me from the orphanage and schooled me to be a lady. Although he was always correct, I sensed he could barely keep his hands off me, even when I was thirteen. I knew he wanted me for his wife. I was determined to stay with him for just as long as I could bear it. Fear of poverty made me bear it. Fear of being nameless again. Fear of cold and hunger. You know, Mr. Rainbird."
"Oh, miss," said Rainbird sadly. "I know."
"When Mr. Jamie died and I was left to the protection of Mr. Sinclair, I did not mind. Mr. Sinclair is kind. He has no money. He is not a miser. We planned that to explain our lack of wealth and so that I should have as many suitors to choose from as possible.
"But on the road south, we were forced by a storm to seek hospitality at a house where Lord Harrington was also a stormbound guest. He was the first man who ever told me that I was a beauty whom I believed. Mr. Jamie had told me so many times I was ugly that I believed him. But Lord Harrington said it in such a cold, matter-of-fact way I was able to understand it at last. Also, his eyes did not stray from my face. He did not a.s.sault my body with his eyes the way men do. I wanted him, but I was still not sure.
"I guessed our host, Mr. Pardon, planned to attack me during the night because he considered me far beneath him in social station and was therefore sure I would cause no problems. I changed rooms with Mr. Sinclair. It amuses me to make people think I am vague and stupid. Mr. Sinclair believed me when I told him I did not like the colour of the bedchamber.
"I waited with a gla.s.s against the wall so that I could hear what was going on in the next room. Mr. Pardon came into Mr. Sinclair"s room and leapt on the bed, thinking I was in it.
"I thought I would rather die than have to marry some man like that with hot hands and hot eyes and hot breath. I decided I must have Lord Harrington.
"I dreamed about him for so long I persuaded myself that so fine and n.o.ble a man would not blame me for my poor background were his affections truly attached.
"But he is like all the rest," said Fiona, striking her breast. "I dropped a hint about the orphanage, hoping hewould go out of his way to find out about me, dreaming that he would come and tell me it would not matter.
"Oh, Mr. Rainbird, I am so young and silly. I! I, who thought myself old and clever. Oh, Mr. Rainbird, my heart is breaking!"
Ugly sobs tore at her, and Rainbird caught her and turned her about and held her to him, rocking her against his breast and saying, "Shhh, Miss Fiona. There, there. Please do not cry. Rainbird will take care of you."
Poor Rainbird was shattered. The cool and beautiful Miss Sinclair had disintegrated into a sobbing lost child. His heart was wrung with pity.
Fiona at last hiccupped and dried her eyes. "I should have been a servant and worked for you, Mr. Rainbird," she said.
"No, miss," said Rainbird seriously, "that would not do. Servants may not marry or they lose their jobs. You love Lord Harrington and I am sure he loves you. Who would not?"
"Lord Harrington has humiliated me," said Fiona in a stifled voice. "To kiss me so, and not a word of love. I will never forgive him. Never!"
"If only I could help," said Rainbird wretchedly, his mobile comedian"s face turning into a sad clown"s face.
"Ah, Mr. Rainbird, my outburst is over," said Fiona. "Let us put on our masks again. We are home."
"Yes, miss. I will never speak of this to a soul, Miss Fiona. Do you wish us to continue with our plans?"
"No, Mr. Rainbird. I will marry the first respectable man who asks me."
"Wait a bit, miss. Just a little. The Season is only begun."
"Perhaps."
Rainbird went slowly down to the servants" hall and ordered Jenny to take a hot posset up to Miss Fiona as the poor lady had the headache.
"I hope she is not furious with us for being late," said MacGregor anxiously.
"No," said Rainbird. "She is very pleased with us all."
"Oooh, Mr. Rainbird, you looks as if you are about to cry," said Lizzie.
Rainbird forced a smile. "No, Lizzie. I have the headache, too. It must be the heat."
But Rainbird had the heart-ache. He felt like the father of a large and needy family. So many to love and care for, and now Miss Fiona added to them.
"If Miss Fiona wants Lord Harrington," said Rainbird, loudly and fiercely and striking the table with his fist, "then, By George, she"ll have him, if I have to tie his lordship hand and foot!"
CHAPTER.
Eight.
Reflect. You have prejudices on the score of parentage. I have not conversed with you so often, without knowing what they are. Choose between them and me. I too have my own prejudices on the score of personal pride.
-Thomas Love Peac.o.c.k, Crotchet Castle It was exceeding unfortunate, in view of the sad events of the following two weeks, that Lord Harrington was gone from town and Sir Edward Kirby was not.
Sir Edward Kirby"s appearance on the scene was the result of a plot to ruin Fiona by the ladies of society. Not that any of them, with the exception of Lady Disher, ever put it into words, but the general consensus was that such as Fiona Sinclair deserved to be ruined.
Gambling hostesses felt their losses keenly. Unlike the respectable gentlemen"s clubs, their establishments were geared to fleecing and winning. But Fiona seemed to sidestep all their machinations and become richer by the day.
Matchmaking mamas were furious because all the eligible gentlemen could not see past the glare of Fiona"s beauty to their own daughters lurking in the shadow of it. The expense of a Season was such that few could contemplate putting their daughters on the Marriage Market for yet another year.
Lord Harrington had written to the powerful patronesses of Almack"s before his departure, recommending they send vouchers to Miss Sinclair, but such was the general female enmity towards the girl that even those stern social rulers dared not allow her to cross the threshold of their famous a.s.sembly rooms in King Street.
It was Mr. Pardon who suggested to Lady Disher that Sir Edward Kirby might be interested in ruining Fiona for a certain sum.
Sir Edward Kirby had recently returned from abroad. He was a man of great charm, an inveterate gambler, and he had the morals of a tom cat. Many were the debutantes he was rumoured to have ruined, as his taste in women ran to young virgins. Any time he looked like being called to book for his crimes, he simply left the country.
Like all womanisers, he appeared genuinely to like women. Even girls warned against him fell like ninepins before his charm. He was not particularly good-looking, being only of average height and with rather thin hair, but he had a merry boyish countenance and twinkling blue eyes. He never seemed to age, and his charm of manner and dexterity in seduction improved with the years.
Although he enjoyed all the luxuries of life, like most hardened gamblers he was often plagued by duns.
Mr. Pardon invited him to dinner with Lady Disher and three of the other gambling-h.e.l.l owners whom Fiona had made poorer. No one was quite so vulgar as directly to order Sir Edward Kirby to persuade Fiona to elope with him and to thereby trick her into losing her virginity, but such was implied with many nods and becks and wreathed smiles by the good daughters of faro, and it was left to Lady Disher to take him aside at the end of the evening and name a sum of money that made his boyish blue eyes twinkle like sapphires.
Sir Edward was prepared to meet with heavy compet.i.tion, but fate played into his hands. Lord Harrington had decided to take himself off to his estates. There was a boundary dispute to settle and repairs to the tenants" cottages to be seen to, discussion of new farming techniques with his estates manager, and a myriad of other jobs to be done, which were more than enough to persuade him to leave town.
The fact was that that cautious misogynist had decided to keep away from Fiona Sinclair until such time as he received news of the respectability or lack of it of her background. All his pet theories about bloodlines and care in marriage were at risk. He felt Fiona had bewitched him. She was like a sickness in his blood, and it enraged him that he should be so held in thrall by a mere girl.
So Lord Harrington, the one person who might have stepped in to warn Fiona before she fell under Sir Edward"s spell, was off the scene, and the other, his friend, Mr. Toby Masters, had gone with him.
The second ace the fates dealt Sir Edward was that the maid at Number 67 Clarges Street, Alice, caught measles, the latest scourge of London, which was almost more dreaded than cholera. Suitors, learning of the plague at Number 67, kept away, contenting themselves by sending poems and bouquets. Sir Edward had had measles and was therefore in no danger, but he did not mean to tell Fiona that.
The other ace handed to him was Sir Andrew Strathkeith. Mr. Sinclair, feeling that nothing could be done to push Fiona out of the nest while there was measles in the house, had found consolation in carousing with Sir Andrew from sunup to sundown. He had also come to the conclusion that Fiona was able to take care of herself, especially when he opened his strongbox and found even more money had been added to it. He conveniently forgot to remind her he had forbidden any more gambling.
Made selfish by strong liquor and a return to his old hedonistic ways, Mr. Sinclair left Fiona to nurse the maid. That she should do so personally when she could have easily had hired a nurse did not strike Mr. Sinclair as strange. He had known of many Scottish ladies who had devotedly nursed their servants, Scottish households being more democratic than English establishments.
So everything stood fair for Sir Edward.
Perhaps the only other person who felt that there was some good coming out of Alice"s illness was Joseph. Although in his heart of hearts, he enjoyed the easy democracy of the hard times in the servant"s hall, he was a great stickler for appearances outside. The Running Footman was the social centre of Joseph"s world and, finicky and oversensitive, he felt that Luke"s courtship of a housemaid diminished him, and therefore diminished his friend, Joseph, in the eyes of the upper servants who frequented the pub.
So when Luke gave Joseph posies of flowers and notes to take to Alice in the sick room, Joseph gave them to Jenny instead, fighting down his guilt by telling himself that he was preventing Luke from social ridicule. Jenny blushed as she accepted the flowers and notes, a.s.suming the fickle footman had transferred his affections from Alice to herself.
He dreaded Luke finding out the trick he had played, but Joseph felt that Luke would thank him one day.
In an age when it was believed that jaundice was cured by swallowing nine live lice every morning, and that a frog tied to the neck stopped nosebleeds, it was as well for Alice that Fiona had met several of the great Scottish doctors of the time who had not been too high in the instep to do charitable work at the orphanage when there was an epidemic-which there frequently was.
Many doctors, such as Abernethy-who had told an overindulgent alderman to cure his problems by going home and learning to live on sixpence a day, and earning it-had come to believe in the efficacy of a good diet. MacGregor, wooed by Fiona"s soft voice and courteous ways, had become her devoted slave and brewed all the herbal potions she suggested without a murmur. Fresh fruit and vegetables began to appear regularly on the servants" table, and Rainbird had instructions to dose them all with a spoonful of cod liver oil every day.
Little Lizzie, standing on tiptoe one morning to peer into the greenish gla.s.s above the fireplace in the servants" hall, saw with a kind of wonder that her spots had disappeared. Fresh air was important, insisted Miss Sinclair. Mr. Rainbird was instructed to take his small staff walking in the parks as soon as their duties were over.
Weak and listless, Alice nonetheless seemed to be over the worst of her fever and disfigurement by the time Sir Edward Kirby arrived on the scene. Fiona, who did not know Lord Harrington was out of town, had bitterly a.s.sumed him to be as afraid of the infection as all the rest.
Normally she would not have received any gentleman with Mr. Sinclair gone from the house, but she was so grateful to Sir Edward for his kindness and courage that she entertained him for a whole half hour. It was hard to tell his age because of his cherubic, youthful appearance, but he had travelled a great deal and was able to tell Fiona many strange tales of his journeys in the Ottoman Empire.
He called again the following day. He was merry, he was amusing, and he seemed very harmless. Fiona began to forget about Lord Harrington.
And Rainbird began to worry.
Although he made sure that the door to the parlour was always left open during Sir Edward"s visits and that either Joseph or himself was stationed outside in the hall, Rainbird felt he was not doing enough to protect Miss Fiona. He decided it was time to go to The Running Footman, that centre of gossip, and find out more.
Joseph did not notice him coming in. He was happily engaged in talking to Luke. Luke, Rainbird noticed idly, had a face like a fiddle. He heard his name and saw the stately Blenkinsop at the other end of the tap.
After exchanging courtesies, both men got down to the serious upper servants" business of gossiping about their betters. Lady Charteris, who often bragged about the discretion and loyalty of her servants, would have been appalled to hear her affair with a certain Mr. Johnson so freely aired.
Both men were drinking shrub. Rainbird ordered and paid for another couple of tankards, and said casually, "Sir Edward Kirby has been a recent visitor."
"Ah, well, he would, wouldn"t he," said Blenkinsop ponderously. "Stands to reason."
"Why?"
" "Cos he likes them young and virginal," said Blenkinsop. "They call him The Debutantes" Ruin. Wonderful how he does it. There was that Miss Pallister who was the reigning beauty back in 1805. He had her. Terrible scandal it was. He left the country, and Mr. Pallister had to double the dowry to get her wed."
"Disgraceful!" said Rainbird, appalled.
"Well, he"s a bit of a Don Joon," said Blenkinsop tolerantly. " "S all right for the gentlemen to be wild. Now, when a lady stoops to folly, that"s another matter, and, believe me, I do not think I can go on working for her ladyship. A man of my respectability must need look elsewhere, Mr. Rainbird."
"They don"t seem to work you hard," pointed out Rainbird, although his mind was working furiously. "Both you and Luke are in here a lot."
"They"re often away, that"s why. They"re staying over in Kensington tonight," said Mr. Blenkinsop. "At Mr. Johnson"s." He drooped one fat eyelid. "My lord Charteris hasn"t any idea of what"s going on under his nose. Mind you, they haven"t shared the same bed for ten years."
There was a crash behind them as Luke leapt to his feet and overturned his chair. "It can"t be true," he said fiercely. "I won"t believe it."
The tall footman stamped out. Rainbird called Joseph over. "What have you been saying?" he asked.
"Luke"s had a bit too much to drink," muttered Joseph, with a cautious eye on Mr. Blenkinsop. "I told him Featherbed would win at Newmarket but he would have it that Prime "Un would come in first."
Rainbird did not believe Joseph for a minute, but he was too worried about Fiona and Sir Edward Kirby to do other than resolve to get to the bottom of Luke"s distress another time.
Rainbird demanded an audience with Miss Sinclair as soon as he got back. He told her of Sir Edward"s vile reputation.
"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Rainbird," said Fiona. "But I prefer to make my own decisions as to the character of my friends. Sir Edward is the only person in London who has scorned the fear of infection to see me." Rainbird would have protested, but she held up her hand. "No, Mr. Rainbird. And no more plots to secure the heart of Lord Harrington. I never want to see him again."
But Rainbird did not believe her. It struck him that if he told Lord Harrington of Sir Edward"s courtship then the earl might feel obliged to rush to the rescue. With luck, he might be jealous.
He accordingly set out for Hanover Square through the hot, dusty, smelly streets. The heat of the day had been wicked. It was rumoured that Napoleon had hired magicians to cause England to toast like a biscuit.
The streets were not well scavenged, and there were only sewers in the main thoroughfares. A watering cart went past, chased by a swarm of half-naked ragged children. The water poured from a perforated wooden box hung below the axle tree of the cart.
Rainbird began to dream of a post in the country-some mansion surrounded by cool green trees far from the smells of London with its defective drainage and festering graveyards. Disease lurked everywhere. Miss Fiona had insisted that all drinking water be boiled. MacGregor had tried to protest until Miss Fiona had drawn the cook a neat diagram she had copied from one of the newspapers, which showed that the drinking-water pumps in London houses were perilously close to the cesspools.
An unusual woman, Miss Fiona, thought Rainbird. She should have been an aristocrat with plenty of money so that her brains and modern ideas would not be considered strange. An aristocrat was a pioneer of new ideas: a commoner was stark raving mad.
Rainbird knocked on the door of Lord Harrington"s town house. He was hoping for a chat with a friendly butler, but the fat, disapproving face that faced him through a crack in the door changed his mind.
"Miss Sinclair"s butler," said Rainbird in his most pompous tones, "has a letter of hand to deliver to Lord Harrington."
"His lordship is at Harrington Court," said the butler. "In Kent," he added gloomily, as if wishing the estate further. "I will take the note."
"I must deliver it personally," said Rainbird, backing away, because he did not have any such note.
"Please yerself," said the fat butler suddenly and venomously, and slammed the door.
Rainbird made his way slowly back to Clarges Street. The servants" hall was hot and suffocating. Mrs. Middleton was drooping over a piece of sewing.
"Come for a walk with me, Mrs. Middleton," said Rainbird.
Lizzie looked up wistfully. She had enjoyed the walks in the parks, but that day Rainbird had shown no sign of taking the servants out.
"I"m sorry, Lizzie," said Rainbird. "Go and sit on the steps if your work is done, and get a bit of air. What I have to say to Mrs. Middleton is private."
Mrs. Middleton was in high excitement as she stepped out on Mr. Rainbird"s arm. She hoped pa.s.sersby would take them for a married couple. Tremulous hope began to rise in her spinster breast as Rainbird led her into the cool shade of the trees in Green Park and said he was looking for a "quiet spot." "G.o.d give me the courage not to repulse his advances," prayed Mrs. Middleton.
When they were seated on a bench, at first she could not quite take in what Rainbird was saying because sharp disappointment made her deaf to everything other than the fact that the butler was not making any sort of advances or proposals whatsoever. She gave a resigned little sigh. Mrs. Middleton was thirty-nine with a face like an anxious rabbit. She had taken the t.i.tle of "Mrs." as soon as she had entered service. She had asked Rainbird to repeat what he had said and at last she was able to grasp he was worried about Miss Fiona and Sir Edward.
Mrs. Middleton soon forgot about her spinsterish state as she learned of Sir Edward"s wicked reputation. The fact that Rainbird was asking for advice gave her a comfortable glow.
"Mr. Sinclair is deaf and blind to anything these days," said Rainbird. "My shoulders are aching with the strain of carrying him upstairs to bed o" nights. He hasn"t drawn a sober breath since he met that Sir Andrew Strathkeith."
"But Lord Harrington ... has Miss Fiona confided her feelings to you?"
Rainbird shook his head. That scene in Piccadilly where Fiona had revealed her true background would never be told to anyone. "All Miss Fiona said," he replied, sighing, "is that she is no longer interested in the earl. What her feelings are towards Sir Edward, she has not told me. But her eyes light up when she sees him. Lord Harrington is down on his estates in Kent, so it"s not as if he can even be made jealous."