Julia Justiss - The Rake to Reveal Her

Nearly an hour later, Theo finally reached the stables and turned over her well-walked horse. Dismissing her irritation over an afternoon wasted, she entered through a back door, to have Franklin, her newly hired butler, inform her that a visitor awaited her.

Since she had no acquaintance in the county beyond the village solicitor she’d written to help her find staff, she couldn’t imagine who might be calling. Curiosity speeding her step, she’d reached the parlour threshold before it struck her that, according to the dimly remembered rules of proper behaviour her long-dead mama had tried to instil in her, she ought to have gone upstairs to change into a presentable gown before receiving visitors.

But the identity of the lady awaiting her drove all such thoughts from her head. ‘Aunt Amelia!’ she cried in surprise and delight.

‘My darling Theo! I’m so glad to have you home at last!’ the lady declared, encircling her in a pair of plump, scented arms.

Theo’s throat tightened as she returned the hug of her last remaining close relation. ‘I’m so glad, too, Aunt Amelia. But what are you doing here? And how did you know I was at Thornfield Place?’

‘I’d hoped you’d come to see me in London after you left Brussels. When you wrote you’d already consulted Richard’s lawyer, found a suitable country manor, and wished to get settled there before you visited, I just couldn’t wait.’

‘I’m so glad you’ve come, although I fear you’ll not find the establishment nearly up to your standards. I’m still hiring staff, and everything is at sixes and sevens.’

Pushing away, she surveyed the lady she’d not seen in over five years. ‘How handsome you look in that cherry gown! In the first crack of fashion, I’d wager—not that I would know.’

‘You’re looking very well, too, my dear—though I can’t in good conscience return the compliment about the habit.’ After a grimace at the offending garment, she continued. ‘Now that you’re finally back in England, we must attend to that! One can understand the unfashionable dress, living in all the God-forsaken places my brother dragged you, but how have you managed to keep your complexion so fresh? I thought to find you thin and brown as a nut.’

‘I’ve always been disgusting healthy, or so the English memsahibs used to tell Papa.’

‘Unlike your poor mama, God rest her soul.’ Sadness flitting across her face, she said, ‘I still can’t believe we’ve lost Richard, too.’

Steeling herself against the ever-present ache of loss, Theo said, ‘I’m glad you’ve given up your blacks; the colour doesn’t suit you.’

‘You don’t think it too soon? It’s only nine months since...’ Her voice trailed off.

‘Since Papa fell at Waterloo,’ Theo replied, making herself say the words matter of factly.

‘It just doesn’t seem fair,’ Lady Amelia said, frowning. ‘My brother surviving all those horrid battles, first in India, then on the Peninsula, only to be killed in the very last action of the war! But enough of that,’ she said after a glance at Theo—who perhaps wasn’t concealing her distress as well as she thought. ‘Shall we have tea?’

‘Of course. I’m devilish thirsty myself,’ she said drily. ‘I’ll ring for Franklin.’

After instructing the butler to bring tea and refreshments, Theo joined her aunt on the sofa.

‘How long can you stay? I’ll have Reeves prepare you a room. It’s a bit hectic with the children not settled yet, but I think we can make you comfortable.’

‘Children?’ her aunt repeated. ‘So you still have them—Jemmie, the boy your father took in when his sergeant father died? And the little girl you wrote me about. Besides Charles, of course. How is the poor little orphan?’

‘Doing well,’ Theo said, her heart warming as she thought of him. ‘A sturdy four-year-old now.’

‘Goodness, that old already! His father’s family never...’

‘No. Lord Everly’s commander, Colonel Vaughn, wrote to his father again when I returned with Charles after the birth, to inform him of the poor mother’s death in childbed, but the marquess did not deign to reply.’ She neglected mentioning how she’d rejoiced at learning she’d be able to keep the child. ‘So, he’s still with me. Indeed, I can’t imagine being parted from him.’

‘You’re quite young enough to marry and have sons who truly are your own,’ her aunt replied tartly. ‘I suppose you had to do your Christian duty and accompany that unfortunate girl, enceinte and grieving, back to England after Everly was killed. I do wish you’d made it to London for the birth, though. How unfortunate to have his mama fall ill, stranding you at some isolated convent in the wilds of Portugal! Naturally, after her death, you felt obliged to take charge of the infant until he could be returned to his family. But with that family unwilling to accept the boy and Richard gone—are you sure you should continue caring for him? As for the others, would it not be better to put them into the custody of the parish? Under a colonel’s guardianship, such an odd household might have been tolerated in the army overseas, but even with your papa present, such a ménage here in England would be considered very strange.’ She sighed. ‘You were ever wont to pick up the stray and injured, even as a child.’

‘I’m sure you would have done the same, had you been there to see them, poor little creatures left on their own to beg or starve.’

‘None the less, without Richard... It’s just not fitting for a gently reared girl to have charge of...children like that.’

Theo laughed. ‘After growing up in India and all those years following the drum, I don’t believe I qualify as “gently reared”.’

Her aunt gave her a fulminating look. ‘You’re still gently born , regardless of the unconventionality of your upbringing, and are as well, I understand, a considerable heiress. Despite your...unusual circumstances, I wouldn’t despair of having you make a good match. Won’t you come to me in London for the Season, let me find you a good man to take your father’s place in your life?’

With a firm negative shake of her head, Theo said, ‘I can’t imagine a prospective suitor would look kindly on the idea of taking in a child not his own. Since I won’t give up Charles, I doubt my fortune is large enough to tempt any man into marrying me. That is, any man I’d consider marrying.’

‘You do yourself a disservice,’ Lady Amelia protested. Giving Theo a quick inspection, she said, ‘Your figure is fine, your complexion lovely, and those brown eyes quite luminous. I’m certain my maid could do wonders with that curly dark hair. You’re a bit taller than is fashionable, but with the proper gowns, I think quite a number of eligible gentleman might come up to snuff. You are the granddaughter of an earl, after all.’

Waving Theo to silence before she could protest again, Lady Amelia continued. ‘If you love Charles as you say you do, you must know the best thing for him would be for you to marry! Give him a father to pattern himself after, someone who could teach him all those manly pursuits so important to gentleman, and introduce him to the clubs and societies he must frequent to be accepted by his peers. As for the other children... I don’t wish to set your back up, but it really would be better for them to be placed in an institution where they can learn a vocation. You do them no favours, to raise them above their stations.’

Ignoring her aunt’s words about Charles, which had the uncomfortable ring of truth about them, Theo said, ‘I don’t intend to raise the others above their stations. In fact, arranging for their proper care is the main reason I decided to come here. I have to admit, I’m looking forward to having a settled home again myself, something I’ve not had since we left India.’