Bertrice Small - The Duchess

"Ahh, but as Allegra and I have decided not to be married in London, we shall have the wedding we want. The family, and our friends, Georgie, in the Great Hall of the house, and afterward…" He smiled.

"What has happened to you, Quinton?" his brother asked. "These past few days you have seemed different."

"Nothing has happened," the duke quickly replied.

"Quinton, we are brothers. Don't try to outfox me, sir," George Hunter said. "I know you too well. What is it?"

"You are letting your imagination run away with you, youngling. It must be your nerves playing tricks on you as your doom approaches," the duke teased.

"No," George persisted, and then his face grew a look of surprise. "My God! You're in love with Allegra!"

The duke hit his brother a blow that took the wind from him. "If you dare to spout such nonsense, George, Melinda will be a widow before she is a bride. Do you understand me?" He glowered at his younger.

"Uuumph!" George Hunter doubled over briefly, but then he straightened up again. "What the hell is the matter with love?" he wanted to know. "Love is wonderful, Quint."

"Allegra and I have made a sensible and practical marriage of convenience, George, as befits our station. Love has nothing to do with it. If you must know, the mere thought of love is repellent to Allegra, and to me as well, given the examples we have had of it."

"All your friends are in love with their wives, and I absolutely adore Melinda," George Hunter admitted.

"But I am not in love, nor is Allegra, and we are quite content with our situation as it is. Now, stop spouting nonsense. If it were not for Allegra's kindness, love would have gained you nothing. Your beefy father-in-law-to-be was not about to give you his youngest child just because you are Lord George Hunter and in love. He wisely saw his daughter provided with a husband, a home, and a modest income."

" ‘Tis time, my lords," the vicar of St. Cuthbert's said as he hurried into the little room. "If you will follow me, please."

George Hunter had never before thought of Squire Franklyn as beefy, but as her father led Melinda down the aisle of the church, the young Lord Hunter hid a smile, concentrating instead upon his Melinda-a pleasingly plump young lady with chestnut brown curls, and dancing brown eyes. She smiled tremulously at him as he took her hand.

And afterward at the wedding breakfast he could scarcely take his eyes off his new wife. If Quinton wasn't in love he had no idea what he was missing, George decided as he stole another kiss from his bride. And Quinton was a fool not to love Allegra. By day's end his sister-in-law-to-be had the entire district wrapped about her little finger. She was charming and gay, dancing the country dances with verve, refusing no partner. At one point he saw his older brother watching his fiancee. A sly smile touched Lord George Hunter's lips. Whatever he might say, Quint was in love with his betrothed. How the mighty have fallen, he thought, amused. Love was indeed a great leveler. Then he felt sorry for his brother, for it was obvious that Allegra was not in love with Quinton.

"When can we leave?" Melinda whispered to him finally.

"Are you anxious to depart our celebration, Lady Hunter?" He smiled wickedly at her, and she blushed, but shook her head in the affirmative. He took her hand. "I will call for the carriage, sweeting."

After they had gone with much tah-rah, the howls of Mistress Franklyn still echoing as she bid her baby good-bye, the duke turned to Allegra suggesting that they, too, depart, to which she readily agreed.

On the carriage ride home they spoke of how pleasant George and Melinda's wedding had been, although Mistress Franklyn had invited far more people than would be coming to their own wedding.

"She considered my brother quite the catch," the duke remarked.

"Not until he had his own farm and house," Allegra said pithily.

"Are you a cynic then, my dear?" he teased gently.

"No, Quinton, I am a realist," she replied seriously.

"George and Melinda love each other," he said.

"How fortunate for them, but it would have made no difference, indeed it did make no difference to Melinda's parents until George had his own holding. Love has nothing to do with the success of a marriage."

"Your father loves his wife," the duke persisted.

"At their age they are allowed the luxury of love," Allegra answered. "And they began as friends. Each knows the other, and there will be no surprises. Surrounded by lovers I wonder if you are having second thoughts, Quinton. Are you?"

"No," he told her quietly. "Ours is a most practical arrangement, my dear Allegra, and we shall be a most perfect couple."

"Yes," she agreed, and then her eyes strayed to Hunter's Lair which lay ahead of them in the late afternoon sunlight. It was even more beautiful now than when she had first seen it. The lawns were manicured by the great staff of gardeners now in their employ. The gardens had been restored to their former glory, and a delightful little marble summer house had been installed only two weeks ago by the lake. As she exited their vehicle Allegra's gaze swept over the wonderful new entry foyer with its pale yellow walls, decorative plaster moldings, and black-and-white marble floors. It was all so wonderful.

"Is it not perfect?" she said to him, looking around.

"Yes, it is, thanks to you," he told her.

"Honor and I should return to Morgan Court until a few days before the wedding," Allegra said.

"Why?" he asked. He didn't want her to go. He had grown quite used to having her about.

"The house is finished. The workmen will be gone in a week's time. The architect leaves tomorrow. I have no reason to remain," she told him.

"When has the appearance of propriety meant anything to you?" he asked her. "Soon you will be my wife."

"I have matters to resolve at Morgan Court, "Allegra responded.

"Is Rupert Tanner one of those matters?" he demanded, suddenly angry, and openly jealous.

"Rupert? What does he have to do with anything?" Allegra said, genuinely puzzled. "I must look over the wedding gifts that are being sent to us, and arrange to have them transported here. Madame Paul will be coming from London to do the final fitting on my wedding gown and on Sirena's gown. She will be visiting her mama while I am there. We spoke on it at Lord Walworth's wedding. I have little gifts to buy for the servants who have looked after me my entire life. I want to bid them all a proper farewell. And then Papa's secretary and I must list the gifts sent to us, and send thank you notes. I have a great deal to do, Quinton, and I can only do it at Morgan Court. When I have finished, I shall return here before our wedding." She smiled at him. "I should think you would be glad to be rid of me for a few weeks, Quinton. There will be no one to boss you about and complain because the painters could not get the color quite right. You shall have peace and quiet. But only until I return," she finished with a twinkle, and she smiled up at him.

"I shall miss you," he admitted. "I have become used to your presence. I have even grown to like your company."

"Have you? How nice," Allegra replied.

He wanted to strangle her where she stood. Could she not see that he was in love with her? Did she see him at all except as the Duke of Sedgwick? Had she no emotions? No feelings? My God, he thought, I am behaving like my brother, or Ocky. But at least their wives reciprocated their affections. Allegra is as cold as a marble statue. No. When I touched her body she melted like ice in the summer's sun. I can make her love me in spite of herself. If I have fallen in love, then surely she can fall in love, too.