He paled, then flushed.“No, no!Good heavens, I would never have…” She saw the effort with which he collected himself.“The fact is, Miss Chivenham…” He swallowed hard.“The fact is that it was not I.It was my brother.”
Eleanor could not believe her ears.In a world gone mad this was the final straw.Unsure whether she would scream or giggle insanely, she thrust a hand over her mouth to prevent either.Little choking sounds escaped anyway.
“Miss Chivenham.Miss Chivenham.”She heard his bleating and bit her finger hard to gain control so she could speak.
“Lord Stainbridge,” she said.“Isawyou.”
After a moment, what he was saying began to make sense.
A twin.
“…told me before he left town what had happened,” he explained anxiously.“He can be a little wild, but he was concerned about what had occurred at your brother’s house.That was why I was watching your home, trying to decide what best to do.”
He had crouched down so his eyes were level with hers, soft brown eyes filled with frantic concern.Eleanor thought it made a kind of sense, if there could be any sense in the world anymore.This fastidious and elegant gentleman was difficult to link with the madman of the night before.That was why she had been surprisingly unafraid of him.But what did all this mean for her?
She dragooned her straying wits into order and asked the question, adding, “You said you would have a solution for me.”
With a sigh of relief at her calm tone, Lord Stainbridge became businesslike.“And so I may have, Miss Chivenham.First, can you tell me what your brother hopes to gain by this dastardly business?As far as I can see, he is merely the loser of a precious object.”
“And the gainer of my share of our inheritance,” said Eleanor dryly.“Both by my disgrace and by leaving his ‘protection’ I have forfeited it.”
“But surely he can be held responsible for what has occurred.How could you be penalized?”
Eleanor looked down at her hands as she explained.“My father had no great opinion of my character.He was probably correct insofar as I have always been too determined, too unconventional to be the ideal daughter, but his worst opinion of me came through the machinations of my brother.Lionel has a way of pleasing people—until they stand in his way—and persuading them to his point of view.My parents were never undeceived and died believing him a paragon.My father’s will stipulates that I must live under my brother’s roof and lead a life free of all blame in order to receive my inheritance when I reach twenty-five, or when I marry with his consent.Until recently I have lived in Bedfordshire, but now my brother’s roof is the house in Derby Square.”She looked up.“Can you imagine me trying to go to court with this story, Lord Stainbridge?Would you care to be my witness?”
She was not surprised to see him pale at the prospect.
“So he has thrown you out on the streets?”he queried incredulously.
“Oh, no.I am not sure the business last night was sufficient to ruin me outright.He would find it equally difficult to prove in court, but … but the consequences may do the job for him in time.”Though she had faced the thought that she might be pregnant, Eleanor was almost overcome by it now.She gathered herself.“For the moment he has kindly offered me marriage as a solution to my problems.In fact,” she added thoughtfully, “I believe that may have been his aim from the first.”
“Marriage to my brother?Or to me?”Lord Stainbridge’s voice was choked at the prospect.
“To Lord Deveril.”She saw the look of disgust on his face and said, “Quite.I understand he is rich and is prepared to be most generous.I don’t understand why he was not given the pleasure of my shaming from the first, but Lionel will have his reasons.He always does.Perhaps he did hope to trap you, for he believed it was you and not your brother, into marriage.He may have hoped to tap into your fortune.I understand you are rather rich.”
“Rather,” echoed one of the richest men in England.“How ironic that he should have entrapped only my impoverished younger brother in one of his tricking moods.”
Eleanor looked around the elegant room.She wondered if this man had any notion of what poverty was.“It is difficult to imagine anyone in your family being purse-pinched,” she remarked.
He perhaps guessed what she was thinking.“Wealth is always relative, Miss Chivenham.Our fathers seem to have had much the same idea.I think that if you are to understand my solution you should understand my family situation.”
He disposed himself elegantly in a brocade chair.He seemed to be recovering rapidly from his earlier distress, and Eleanor resented it, even if he was not the villain of the piece.
“In order to give me authority over my twin,” he explained, “I control his inheritance until he is thirty.On his deathbed, my father made me promise that I would give Nicholas only the income from his properties until that time.That sum is enough, of course, for all reasonable expenses, and Nicholas has never asked that I break my promise, but I do have a little leverage, you see.That is why he will marry you.If, that is, your experience has not turned you against marriage forever.”
“I would have thought it made it highly desirable.”Eleanor spoke out of conventional instinct but immediately experienced a qualm.Her marriage would be with Nicholas Delaney, not this gentle, sympathetic man.She remembered the wild eyes and grunts of her attacker.Perhaps he would be no better than Lord Deveril…
No!Anyone was better than Lord Deveril.
Even with that, Lord Stainbridge’s plan made her uneasy.Her conventional upbringing said marriage, any marriage, was essential.Her reason rebelled.“I could not—”
“You would not need to fear him, Miss Chivenham,” the earl hurried to assure her.“My brother is not unkind, and you would see little of him in any case.He travels.He is rarely in England.You would live here or at Grattingley, my principal estate.It too is in Bedfordshire, so it should be comfortable for you.If you were to bear a child it would thus grow up with its rightful inheritance.If it should be a boy,” he continued hesitantly, “it would in all likelihood become the Earl of Stainbridge in time.”
He turned his face away and there was a tremor in his voice as he added, “I will not marry, you see.I was married, and Juliette died in childbirth.I could not again…”
He suddenly turned back and stared at her wild-eyed.
Eleanor shivered and thought that he could, after all, have been her attacker, except that this wildness was grief rather than lust.The poor man.
