Authors: Connie Brockway
Tags: #Fiction, #Romance, #Historical, #General, #Regency
And that, said Cabot, is precisely why you have to stay and
arrange Miss Angelas reception.
Are you out of your mind? Letty asked flatly without looking
up. I wont even be here tomorrow night. I wouldnt be here today if the
dratted train ran on a regular schedule.
She cast a weathered eye on the satchel. It stood where shed
left it. No sense in unpacking. Shed already purchased the train ticket. Not
to Whitlock, as shed told Sir Elliot, but south to York. She had one more
night in which to be a lady. One more night in which toOne more night. He
probably wouldnt even be there.
Letty. You cant leave. I mean it.
Just watch me, she said, feeling suddenly dismal.
She snipped off a length of the lace shed selected, stabbing
pins into it as she fixed it to the seam.
If you leave, Cabot said, I shall immediately go to Sir
Elliot and tell him whoand whatyou are.
Letty stopped what she was doing. The man I knew wouldnt
have blackmailed a friend, she said.
You leave me no choice, Cabot replied, refusing to drop his
gaze.
It was she who broke off their staring contest. She was being
unfair. Cabot was only trying to do right by the family whod earned his
loyalty. It wasnt Cabots fault that what he suggested was exactly what she
most wanted to do. But that didnt mean shed risk her life to do so.
Dont be ridiculous, Cabot, she said. Ive kept to my part
of the bargain. I said right from the beginning that I wouldnt be here more
than a few days. You didnt object then. Nothings changed. The Bigglesworths
are in exactly the same boat as they were when I arrived. Why, they wouldnt
have even received Lady Agathas letter until today. At most theyll have lost
a few dozen hours in which to find a new wedding planner.
And what do you expect them to do when they discover theyve
been abandoned by their miracle worker and duped by the woman they put on a
pedestal? he asked.
That hurt. But she was growing used to her heart being pricked
and bruised. It didnt matter if you hurt. It only mattered if others saw the
weakness. And Cabot wouldnt see hers.
Theyll just have to find someone else, she said.
What with all Antons money, Im sure someone in London will
be willing to light a fire under his staff. She only wished she felt as
certain as she sounded.
He gave her a look that spoke volumes, but refrained from
comment.
She hated this feeling, this alien, horrible, bewildering
sensation of guilt. She didnt have anything to feel guilty aboutwell, not
very much, anyway.
Besides, she said defensively, the Bigglesworths should be
glad I came. And they will be as soon as they see Angelas dress made up to my
design and her looking every bit like a princess in a fairy story.
I know, Cabot said. Thats exactly why you should stay. He
sat down on the settee next to her and took hold of her hand. You can do this,
Letty. I know you can. Youve your mothers eye for style and your step dads
sense of drama.
She gave him a sour look. Being raised by a first-rate
costumer and a second-rate magician beneath the footlights of West End music
halls doesnt exactly qualify one to plan a Society wedding, Sammy.
He lifted the skirts of the gown she was working on. Yes, it
does. Why, only look what you did for Miss Angela and what youre doing here.
Youre as dab a hand as your mother with the needle, Letty. And you neednt
worry about the food, or dishes, or the waiters and other attendants. The
caterer is already taking care of all that.
When she didnt reply, he went on. I heard Miss Bigglesworth
telling Grace Poole about your idea of tricking the place out in an Oriental
manner. Shes
Dear Lord, Letty said faintly. She felt a bit ill. Shed
been carried away by her role, was all. Carried away by the challenge and
excitement of being a part of something. Something that didnt have an ulterior
motive to it.
I was just babbling, she said. Just rambling so as theyd
think I knew what I was talking about.
But you do! Cabot insisted. I heard what you said about
capturing the audiences fancy, and youre right. A wedding reception is a
production just like any of a dozen youve been involved in. I remember how you
were always playing about with the stage settings of our acts.
I just muddled about a bit and besides, those were stages,
Letty protested desperately, becauseGod help hershe was beginning to think
that just maybe she could pull this off. If she did, it would be the biggest
con of her life. And the prize? A young girls happiness.
And a few more days with him.
Letty He squeezed her hand.
Just let me think for a minute! It was madness to even
consider it. She pulled her hand free of his and clasped her head between her
hands, squeezing her eyes shut. Immediately, his image sprang to life, his
black hair tousled by the wind, the way hed smiled before raising his eyes to
meet hers, his gaze intent yet deferential.
Shed never met anyone like him, a man who could set her pulse
to racing, and who made her want to be someone else. The men shed known were
crude, rough, eager for the fight, hungry for the smell of fear and the taste
of blood. There was no violence or coarseness in Sir Elliotthe men she knew
would eat him alivebut he was still bewilderingly, potently masculine.
She gave a little moan. If she stayed, wouldnt she just be
making it harder not only on herself when the time came to leave but also on
him?
For the last six years, shed been used to thinking only of
herself, of taking care of Letty Potts first and last. She backed suspiciously
away from the notion of putting his welfare above her own. A habit like that
could make her soft, make her incautious. Besides, she thought defensively, in
what way would her staying be unfair to him?
He was Sir Elliot March. He had wealth, property, and friends
who both loved and admired him. She closed her eyes even more tightly,
struggling through a quagmire of conflicting emotions.
Letty
Someone would know. Someone would find out, she said
frantically, opening her eyes.
No, they wont. Youll be gone in a week or so, long before
any of the Society folk who might know the real Lady Agatha arrive. The wedding
is two months out yet.
Youll just make the plans and send out the instructions to
those places Lady Agatha recommended in her letter. Then youll go away. Ill
help. Grace Poole will help, also. You can do this, Letty.
You can.
And what about Lady Agatha? What about when she comes back?
Letty asked harshly. Angela will be the laughingstock of the town if anyone
discovers she let a... a... limelight lark plan her party. There it was again,
this odd insistence that she take into consideration others problems, even
ones that didnt affect her.
Whos going to tell? Cabot asked, his bulldog features
grave. There arent any pictures of Lady Agatha. And you heard what she wrote:
Shell be on her honeymoon for months.
When
she comes back,
if
anyone
even remembers to say anything about the party, she wont dare admit she wasnt
here. Shed look not only a fool, but a scoundrel. Her reputation would be in
shambles if it was learned that shed abandoned a sweet, innocent girl to...
he trailed off abruptly, his face turning brick-red.
to the clutches of a gold-digging confidence trickster?
Letty supplied sweetly. She gave a little, painful laugh. Thats all right,
Cabot. Youre right. No reason to suspect Ill change now.
He didnt deny her allegation, and that hurt even moreand
that surprised her. Time was she would have laughed at such an estimation of
her and hooted spot on, ducks to her denouncer.
Theres another reason you have to do this, Letty, Cabot
said.
Yeah? Besides the little matter of you turning me over to Sir
Elliot if I dont? Whats that?
Because, despite what you think, I
know
that if you
dont do this, no one else will. He took her hand once more in his. So, will
you do it, Letty?
She tried to find another reason besides syrupy sentimentality
and a partiality to being courted, a reason that better fit her idea of who
and what Letty Potts was. She found one.
What a flash dodge it would be! The best of her jaded career.
Bless Sammy, hed reminded her just in time who she was: Letty Potts, who dared
anything and anyone and laughed while doing it.
Lighting, set, wardrobe. Plan a few entrances, teach the
bride to hit her marks, that about the size of it? she asked roughly.
Yes. Will you? Please. Ill even give you the money order
Lady Agatha sent.
She knew, right then, that if she decided to light out this
very minute, Cabot wouldnt turn her in. He didnt have it in him. He was soft.
Not like her.
And she also knew that he didnt think shed help the
Bigglesworths out of simple decency, or sympathy, or pity, or any of the
impulses that led people like Sir Elliot and the Bigglesworths and Dr. Beacon
to do things. Because Cabot thought she was hard. Not like them. And he was
right. So why did she feel like crying?
Letty. His voice was soft and pleading.
She blinked away the treacherous tears and faced him. Stay
and help these folks with their wedding and in the meantime sleep in a feather
bed?
Yes.
Wear rich clothes?
Yes.
Eat fine food and drink fine wine?
Yes.
And then get a nice fat purse for me trouble?
Yes.
And be with him.
Sure, she said. I spect worse things ave appened to a
girl.
When the plot is thin,
add a fat costume.
NOT TWENTY MINUTES AFTER CABOT LEFT, stammering his thanks and
backing out of the room before Letty could change her mind, another knock
sounded on her door. She sat up on the bed where shed flopped down flat on her
stomach to read, shut her book, and slipped it under the pillow.
Come in. Angela entered carrying Fagin. The dog looked
decidedly plumper than he had a few days ago. And much better groomed.
Aunt Eglantyne asked that I bring Lambikins to you, Angela
said, depositing the dog on a pillow. Fagin gave Letty a cursory glance before
jumping down, trotting to the door, and sitting down in front of it. He looked
over his shoulder at her.
I think he likes Aunt Eglantyne, Angela said.
Whats not to like? Letty asked herself. He was well fed,
safe, content for the first time in his life. And for the first time in his
life he didnt have to worry about dodging London traffic or getting picked up
to be used as a bait animal in Londons illegal dog pits.
She didnt blame the little blighter for wanting to suck every
bit of sweet from the situation that he could. She was certainly doing the
same. She and Fagin were two of a kind. Both living here under assumed names,
posing as things they werent. Wishing it could go on forever.
And Aunt Eglantyne is ridiculously fond of him, Angela said.
Then they should be allowed to enjoy each others company,
Letty said. Please, will you let him out? Im sure hell find his way. Hes
clever that way.
Thank you, Angela said with her gentle smile. Aunt
Eglantyne is most appreciative of the company. She would never say as much, but
I think she will be lonely after Im gone. She opened the door and Fagin at
once stood up and trotted out. He didnt look back.
Are you busy?
Busy? Letty swung her legs over the edge of the bed and
picked up the tablet of paper shed been scribbling notes on. Shed been trying
very hard to keep from thinking of Elliot and distracting herself by poring
over Angelas copy of
Our Decorum
that shed nipped from the library.
I was just jotting down some ideas for your wedding party.
Im sorry to bother you. I was just looking for my book and
wondering if you might have seen it.
Book? Letty shoved
Our Decorum
farther beneath the
pillow behind her. She couldnt very well own up to having it: What sort of
dukes daughter would need to consult a book on etiquette? What book?
Oh, just that silly book about Society manners I was
reading, Angela said self-consciously. I suspect Ill find it later.
Im sure you will.
This afternoon. After Ive finished
reading it. Who would have guessed the social world contained so many rules?
Still Angela hesitated, and Letty was reminded of her youth
and anxiety. Have you heard anymore from Kip Himplerump?
Angela colored fiercely. No.
No? Well, there you go, Letty said, pleased. The snake has
tried his hand at blackmail, dangled his bait, and having discovered you arent
taking it, slunk back under his rock.
Do you really think so? Angela asked eagerly.
Of course. Do yourself a favor, Angie, and forget the whole
thing. You ought to be enjoying yourself. Not fussing after some girlish
peccadillo.
You dont understand.
Yet another thing I dont understand? Letty murmured.
Kip is most possessive. He felt he and I had an
understanding.
Well, Letty returned reasonably, he was wrong. Blackmailers
are basically cowards. Once you stand up to them, they back right down. Dont
worry any more about it.
Unless the blackmailer was Nick Sparkle. She shivered.
She hadnt thought about him in days. She hopedno, she
prayedhed given up trying to find her.
What if he doesnt back down? Angela asked.
You are going to be a marchioness, Angela, she said, taking
hold of the girls shoulders and looking her gravely in the eye. If Kip
Himplerump makes demands,
simply deal with him.