Barbara Cartland - Lights, Laughter and a Lady

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All alone and penniless after the unexpected death of her much-loved father, the lovely but innocent Minella Clinton-Wood is desperate.
But who can she turn to?
Her Aunt Esther has made her reluctance clear, describing the idea of Minella living with her as 'a burden'. But then she finds a letter to her father from her slightly older friend, Connie, the local Parson's attractive daughter, thanking him for some mysterious kindness.
"Someday perhaps I will be able to do something for you," Connie has written to him.
Maybe, Minella thinks, Connie can help her.
Arriving in London, she discovers that her friend is one of the famous Gaiety Theatre's exotic and flamboyant Gaiety Girls.
And Connie immediately begs the demurely beautiful Minella to stand in for one of them who is ill at an exclusive party, which is given by the dashingly raffish and handsome Earl of Wynterborne at his sublimely impressive country home, Wyn Castle.
Naively Minella agrees to the subterfuge – and soon finds herself dressed up to the nines in a decadent Social world beyond her experience as she has been brought up quietly in the country.
Doubling the deception after the party is over, the Earl asks her to travel with him to Egypt, pretending to be the wife who had once betrayed and left him for another man.
So Minella embarks on a voyage of discovery, deception and perhaps love.

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“I shall miss you, Papa.”

“I shall miss you too, my poppet, but I will be back by the end of the week.”

But at the end of the week there would be no sign of him and when he did return Minella had the feeling that it was not because he wanted to see her but because he did not dare spend any more money.

Even so she did not realise until he had died that he had spent so much or had so many unpaid debts.

Roy Heywood, who, as many of his friends often said, was as strong as a horse, had died by a quirk of fate that seemed quite inexplicable.

He came home late one night and, as soon as she saw him, Minella realised that he had not only had an amusing time in London but a somewhat debauched one.

She had grown to know by the lines under her father’s eyes and also his general air of dissipation that he had been to too many parties and had had far too little sleep.

Alcohol in excess had never agreed with him and he was, she was sure, compared to his friends quite abstemious.

But then when he had told her in his more expansive moments about the parties he went to, she had learnt that champagne flowed like water and the claret he drank with his friends at the Club was exceptionally good.

The combination invariably somewhat affected his health until the fresh air, the exercise he took and the plain food they had at The Manor restored him to his natural buoyancy.

On this occasion, as soon as he had walked into The Manor, looking, Minella thought, dashingly raffish but at the same time not well, he held out his hand to her and she saw that it was wrapped in a bloodstained handkerchief.

“What has ‒ happened, Papa?”

“I caught my hand by mistake on a piece of loose wire, or it was something like that, on the door of the railway carriage. It is damned painful and you had better do something about it.”

“Of course, Papa.”

Minella bathed his hand gently and saw that there was a nasty jagged cut going deep into the flesh.

She could not help wondering if he had been a little unsteady when he had caught the train. Perhaps he had staggered or fallen in a way that he would never have done at other times.

Her father was always so agile on his feet and he was usually so healthy that, if he hurt himself out riding or in any other way, she always expected him to heal quicker than anybody else would have done.

So she was very perturbed the next morning when she saw that, despite her ministrations of the night before, his hand was now swollen and beginning to fester.

Although her father said that it was all nonsense and quite unnecessary, she sent for the doctor.

He had not thought it serious, but gave her a disinfectant salve to use on it, which she applied exactly following his instructions.

However, Lord Heywood’s hand grew much worse and at the end of the week he was in excruciating pain.

By the time he had seen a surgeon it was too late.

The poison had spread all over his body and only the drugs that made him unconscious prevented him from screaming out with agony.

It had all happened so quickly that it was difficult for Minella to realise that it was really true.

Only when her father had been buried in the quiet little churchyard beside her mother did Minella realise that she was now completely alone.

At first, having no idea of the financial mess that her father had left behind him, she had thought that she could stay on at The Manor and perhaps try to farm a part of the estate that was not already let to tenants.

It was Mr. Mercer who disillusioned her and made her understand that such plans were only daydreams.

The Manor itself was mortgaged and so was at least half the land.

By the time that the mortgages had been paid and she had seen the huge accumulation of debts that her father owed in London, she faced the truth.

She was not only alone but penniless.

Now, looking across the desk at the Solicitor, she said,

“I don’t know how to thank you, Mr. Mercer, for all your kindness. I have given you a great deal of work and I only hope you have paid yourself a proper fee as well as everybody else.”

“Don’t worry about that, Miss Minella,” Mr. Mercer replied. “Both your father and your mother were very kind to me when they first came to live here and it was through your father that I acquired a great many new clients for my small and not very impressive family firm.”

Minella smiled.

“Papa always wanted to help everybody.”

“That is right,” Mr. Mercer replied, “and I think that was one of the reasons why his creditors did not press him as hard as they might have done. Every one of them expressed deep and sincere regrets to me that he should have died so suddenly.”

As this was such a moving tribute to her father, Minella felt the tears come into her eyes. Then she said, “Papa always told me that, when he could afford to take me off to London, perhaps next year, his friends would look after me and give me a wonderful time.”

“Perhaps they would do so now,” Mr. Mercer suggested hopefully.

Minella shook her head.

“I am sure that it would not be the same unless Papa was there, making them all laugh at every party he attended.”

Mr. Mercer knew that this was the truth, but he merely suggested,

“Perhaps there is some kind lady who knew your father who would be willing to be your hostess, Miss Minella, and introduce you to the Social world that you should be moving in.”

“I don’t think I am particularly interested in the Social world,” Minella said reflectively, almost as if she was talking to herself. “Mama used to tell me about it, but I know I do not want to live with Aunt Esther, which would be very very depressing!”

Because there was a note in her voice that sounded as if she might cry, Mr. Mercer said kindly,

“You don’t have to make your mind up today, Miss Minella, when we have had so many depressing things to talk about. You can stay here at least until the end of next month. That will give you time to think of someone you can go to live with.”

Minella wanted to reply that she had been seriously thinking about it already.

She had lain awake night after night and unable to sleep going over and over in her mind the Clinton-Wood relations who were still alive and repeating to herself the names of her mother’s relations whom she had never met.

“There must be somebody,” she sighed, as she had sighed a hundred times before.

“I am sure there must be,” Mr. Mercer smiled encouragingly.

He rose to his feet and started collecting his papers that were lying on the desk in front of him to place them in the leather bag he carried.

It was old and worn and he had used it ever since he had first become a Solicitor in his father’s firm. Although his Partners and his office staff often laughed at it, he would not think of parting from something so familiar.

Minella rose as well and now they walked together over the worn carpet from the study where they had been sitting into the small oak-panelled hall.

Outside the front door Mr. Mercer’s old-fashioned gig was waiting, drawn, however, by a young horse, which would not take long to reach the small Market-town of Huntingdon, where his offices were situated.

He climbed in and the young groom who had been holding the horse’s head jumped in beside him.

They drove off, the wheels of the gig grinding over the loose gravel of the sweep outside the front door, which badly needed weeding.

Minella waved as Mr. Mercer drove away and then walked slowly back into the house.

As she closed the front door behind her, she thought it impossible that this was no longer her home. She did not own it and she had no idea where to go when she finally left it.

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