Bertrice Small - The Duchess

"Allegra will be furious," Lady Abbott replied. "She will find a way to repay him in kind, I am certain."

"Then they are indeed well matched," Lady Bellingham answered. "Quinton Hunter is overproud with regard to his heritage, and your niece, being the richest young lady in England, will not allow anyone to lord it over her. I see a wonderful match in the making, Olympia! It is up to us to nurture it along. There isn't a mother in the room tonight who would give their daughter over to this penniless duke. This is a great opportunity! What did you hope for at best?"

"A viscount, or an earl," Lady Abbott responded.

"But we have the chance of a duke, m'dear," Lady Bellingham said. "Ohh, it will be the talk of the season, and to think it all happened at my ball!"

April passed, and as the lilacs in Lord Morgan's London garden came into bloom, it was obvious that despite Allegra's best efforts to discourage the Duke of Sedgwick, Quinton Hunter could not be dissuaded from paying her his court. At each ball he took up more and more of her dance card until it became the subject of much gossip. Allegra was furious, but there was little she could do about the situation. There was no other gentleman in whom she had the slightest interest at all. Worse, it had become quite obvious that young Viscount Pickford and Sirena had fallen in love. Sirena had little time now for her cousin, and wasn't in the least bit sympathetic regarding the duke's behavior. She thought Allegra mad not to encourage the duke.

Knowing the two girls were going on a picnic up the river one afternoon, Lady Abbott, with her brother-in-law's approval, invited the duke to tea. When he was shown into the garden she thought again what a very handsome man he was. The duke kissed her hand, and at her behest sat down opposite her.

Lady Abbott got right to the point. 'You have spent the last month taking up a great deal of my niece's time, Your Grace. I have been authorized by Lord Morgan to inquire of you regarding your intentions toward Allegra."

"Do you consider me a fortune hunter then, madame?" he asked, his tone cold.

"No! No!" Lady Abbott quickly reassured him. "We are well aware of your circumstances, Your Grace. A man of your breeding could hardly be called a fortune hunter, but I have it on the best authority that you are seeking a wife. Is this so?"

He nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"Would you consider a match between yourself and my niece?" Lady Abbott asked him bluntly.

"Yes," the duke replied as frankly. It pleased his vanity that he had not had to come to them on bended knee. They had come to him, which was as it should be. Allegra Morgan would be marrying into the finest family in England. She would be the mother of its next generation of sons.

"Do you love her?" Lady Abbott queried him.

"No," he responded. "I do not believe love should be a factor in arranging a good match. My antecedents married for love. You see the result of their foolishness in my situation."

"Your antecedents were also quite famous gamblers," Lady Abbott reminded him, wondering briefly if she was really doing the right thing.

"I do not gamble. I have, in fact, an abhorrence of it as you may well understand. If a match can be arranged between Miss Morgan and myself, I promise you I will treat her with dignity and respect. We may even in the years to come gain an affection for each other," the duke said. "And, of course, she will be the Duchess of Sedgwick."

Lord Morgan entered the garden, followed by Marker with a large silver tea tray.

"Put the tray on the table, Marker," Lord Morgan said. "Lady Abbott will pour today."

"Very good, my lord," Marker responded, setting the tray down, bowing, and departing back into the house.

Lord Morgan looked to his sister-in-law.

"His Grace has indicated, if I understand him correctly, that he would like to offer for Allegra," Lady Abbott said tactfully.

"There are conditions, sir," Lord Morgan said. "Conditions you may not accept."

"And they are?" the duke responded.

"Allegra is my heiress. When I die she inherits everything. This house, Morgan Court with its two thousand acres, my tea plantations, my trading shares, my ships, my companies, everything. I ain't ready to die by a long shot, however, so until I do I intend giving her an allowance of two hundred and fifty thousand pounds a year. It will be hers, and you can't touch it. You'll sign a paper to that effect, although no one has to know of our transaction. I'll also give you an equal allowance each year of two hundred and fifty thousand pounds. And I want your word that you'll treat my daughter with kindness. She ain't like any girl you'll ever meet. Got her mother's beauty and my intellect. If I know Allegra she'll take her allowance and invest much of it. She'll turn a profit, too. I've taught her well. And she can also do all those other female things Olympia thinks are so important, although maybe not well, but that's what servants are for, eh?"

"Your wife had but two children," the duke said, voicing his only concern.

"Pandora didn't like children. After she had given me my son she decided her duties were done. When she deserted me I learned she had purposefully aborted three children before Allegra was born. Why she did not destroy my daughter I'll never know. Be assured, my daughter will be a good breeder for you."

The duke nodded. It was obvious that his future father-in-law was an honest man. It had taken courage to expose his former wife's shortcomings. He obviously loved his daughter very much.

"Your daughter and I have not had the best of beginnings. She is still angry at me, I fear," the duke said candidly.

Lord Morgan's stern face softened, and he chuckled. "It was a wicked trick you played on her at the Bellingham ball. She fumed for a week, and has been considering ever since how best to repay you. She is a sensible girl, however, and will see the advantage to such a fine match as you propose. I will explain it to her when she returns later this afternoon."

"When do you propose we set a wedding date?" the duke said.

"I understand that Hunter's Lair is not in the best of condition to receive a bride," Lord Morgan told him. 'Tour home must be modernized and renovated, sir, before you wed Allegra. However, I would advise a formal announcement be made at my daughter's ball at the end of this month. In the meantime you and Allegra might attempt a detente between yourselves," he finished with a smile.

"The tea will get cold if I do not pour it now," Lady Abbott said. "Oh, look! Cook has made those delightful little salmon and cucumber sandwiches you so like, Septimius!"

"Your niece's ball was lovely," the duke said sociably. "The decorations were as delicate as Lady Sirena herself. She is a charming girl. My friend, Viscount Pickford, is going to offer for her, Lady Abbott. I do not believe I speak out of turn by telling you this. You will know soon enough. Ocky has already spoken to his father, and the old earl is absolutely delighted by the possibility of such a match."

"Ohh, I am so glad!" Lady Abbott said. "Sirena has always wanted to be a June bride. We shall hold the wedding at St. George's on Hanover Square just as the season ends. I imagine they will leave London immediately afterward. Then I shall return home to my dower house." She smiled. "It's small, but at least I shall not have my daughter-in-law, Charlotte, glaring if I take a second piece of toast."

They sat talking over their tea, and finally the duke arose.

"I had best depart before the picnickers return," he said. "You will want to speak with your daughter before we meet again."

"We are going to Almack's tonight," Lady Abbott volunteered.