Frances frowned. “I didn’t think Bella was even up yet,” she said. “But of course. She is always up early. But why did she not wait for us?”
“I believe she wished to exercise that dog of hers,” Sir John said.
“George?” Frances said. “Yes, of course.”
“I believe we should be on our way,” he said, glancing back at the house. “Your sister might think it somewhat improper to be left alone with Mr. Hubbard.”
“Yes,” Frances said, and took his proffered arm after only a moment’s hesitation.
It was only after they had been traveling in the phaeton for several minutes that Frances turned to her companion with a frown on her face. “But you did not expect me to be up until noon,” she said. “Bella would have been alone with Mr. Hubbard an awfully long time by then.”
He turned a haughty look on her. He never did smile, Frances recalled. “Will you not enjoy the beauty of the morning, Miss Wilson?” he said. “You do not need to worry your head with complicated thoughts.”
Chapter 17
DESPITE the earlier than usual rising of Frances and the later than usual rising of Arabella, Arabella was still up, breakfasted, and outside before her sister came downstairs. She made her way as soon as she could to the kennels in order to take George for his belated walk. She had to pass the stables on her way there, and as she did so, she almost literally ran into Mr. Hubbard.
“Ah, well met, Lady Astor,” he said. “Wish me well. I am on my way to Brighton.”
“To Brighton?” she said.
“I have told Farraday that I am returning home on business,” he said. “But I am glad of the chance to confide the truth to someone. I am going to bring Sonia home, and my son. Do you think me quite mad?”
Arabella stared at him for a moment. “No,” she said at last. “I think perhaps you are very sane, sir. You are unhappy without them, are you not? With them you will have a chance of happiness at least.”
“I knew you would understand,” he said. “I did a great deal of thinking after I had talked to you yesterday afternoon. And really, being unforgiving and protecting myself from further hurt makes no sense at all. All I am doing is protecting and preserving my own misery. I have to forgive Sonia. Only so can I perhaps heal myself. Do I make any sense?”
She nodded. “Your life is going to be very difficult,” she said. “There will be great scandal. And your marriage can never be as it was, can it? But, yes, you are right. I know you are right, and I wish you well, sir. Believe me I do. Perhaps I may call on Mrs. Hubbard when she is home?”
He smiled and took her hand. “If you do, you will probably be the only lady of reputation who will for a long time to come,” he said. ‘‘Yes, I am not expecting an easy reconciliation. I am not looking for a happy-ever-after ending. But my marriage is worth hard work and risk. Sonia is worth it, and our son. And I am worth the risk.”
He raised her hand to his lips.
‘‘I wish you a safe journey, sir,” Arabella said.
“Thank you,” he said. “You are a fine lady, ma’am.”
Arabella watched him stride into the cobbled yard of the stable block, and continued on her way to the kennels. George was soon barking ecstatically and making eager rushes at her ankles in protest against the words she stopped to exchange with a groom.
She spent a whole hour exercising both her dog and herself. She walked while she was in sight of the house, but when it was left behind, when she found herself in open pastureland, then she caught up her skirts and ran, laughing and dodging as George sensed a game afoot and tried his best to bowl her off her feet.
She felt lighthearted suddenly. The day was clear and warm, the landscape green and open, and there was no place for misery or despair. Life could never be so bad that there was no hope. She was married and she and her husband were still together. The night before, they had made love as she had never dreamed it could be, and he had been warm and tender. He had given up his mistress and wanted to make a new start with her. He wanted them to be friends.
And she loved him. Achingly and eagerly so.
Surely there was no cause for despair in those facts. It was true that he might tire of her again and take another mistress. It was true that he had proved to be faithless. And it was true that he had never expressed real sorrow for his wrongdoing. But then, life was uncertain. No one could ever see into the future to know what would happen. Perhaps one of them would die within a year. Perhaps the world would end within a year.
Life was a risk.
If Mr. Hubbard could take back his wife after what she had done, and be willing to face up to all the undoubted hardships that a reconciliation would mean, then surely she could give her marriage another chance. If he could forgive his Sonia, then surely she could forgive her husband.
Perhaps she should go and find him then, Arabella decided, and tell him that after all she would go gladly with him to Norfolk in the autumn and that she would give their marriage a chance there. Perhaps she would take the risk of accepting him even without his acknowledgment of his own guilt.
Perhaps they could begin that very day, and not wait until they were alone together. They could start to be friends immediately. There was no reason to wait. And perhaps they could love again that night and know that there was some affection between them as well as physical attraction.
It was difficult to adjust her pace as she drew closer to the house. It was hard to walk sedately when she wanted to run and run until she could hurl herself into her husband’s arms. But perhaps he would not even be at the house. He had gone out with Lord Farraday and a few more of the gentlemen even before she had gone downstairs for breakfast.
As she drew closer to the house from one direction, Arabella could see a phaeton in the driveway on the other side of the house and Sir John Charlton handing Frances into it. At least, it looked like those two.
