The Untamed Heiress. Julia Justiss
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not dare try to free her.”
“The child he punished was his own, as well, though,” Adam pointed out.
“Yes—which just illustrates the character of the man. One hesitates to speak ill of the departed, but I’m reasonably certain in the case of Lord Lambarth, it wasn’t through the Pearly Gates that he entered the Hereafter. Thus, I hardly need tell you that after her treatment at her father’s hands, Miss Lambarth views male authority with great suspicion. I thought at first I should not be able to convince her to try living with your family at all.”
Adam stiffened. “I assure you, Mr. Pendenning, that Miss Lambarth will be treated with nothing but kindness while under my care.”
“I didn’t mean to suggest otherwise, my lord. And, quite frankly, before I ever suggested the arrangement to Helena, I made sure that your character was such that I need have no qualms about introducing her into your house.”
“Did you!” Adam exclaimed, not sure whether to admire the lawyer’s thoroughness or resent the investigation into his background.
Obviously understanding his mixed feelings, the lawyer grinned at him. “Naturally, everyone to whom I made inquiries had only praise for your excellence. But after what Miss Lambarth has suffered, I had to be sure.”
He supposed he couldn’t fault Mr. Pendenning for being prudent. “I am relieved to hear it,” he replied, a bit stiffly.
“Which brings us to the matter of finances. Helena is adamant that she discharge all her own expenses while she remains your guest. As I’m hoping this ‘trial period’ of living with you will lead to her finding a place within a warm and loving family, I do not wish to put her on the defensive by arguing that point.”
“Are we to total up the cost for her soup and the washing of her linens?” Adam asked wryly.
The lawyer chuckled. “I trust she can be persuaded to let you fund the everyday necessities of life. But she will insist on paying for all her purchases outside the home. Please assure me you’ll allow that.”
Adam felt a guilty pang of relief. Since a young woman of Miss Lambarth’s age would be much more costly to outfit than a child, he could only be grateful she was set upon bearing those expenses herself.
“If she insists. But I see a greater problem. Given Miss Lambarth’s age, she should have been presented several years ago. Although, praise God, she seems quite well-spoken, despite the privations she’s suffered, from what you’ve told me of her background, she has had absolutely no training to prepare her to enter Society.”
“That is a problem indeed. For the present, she desires only to join your family. Perhaps, as she adjusts to that, your stepmother can tutor her in the behavior that would later equip her to be formally presented. As you and I both know, my lord, if she is ever to have the truly normal life her mother wished for her, she will have to be found a husband to give her status and protection.”
Recalling the girl’s bluntness and hostility toward men, Adam shook his head dubiously. “That’s asking quite a lot—of Miss Lambarth and my stepmother.”
“True,” Mr. Pendennning admitted. “If she does eventually agree to a presentation, ’twill require a good deal of vigilance on your part. She’s a very considerable heiress, and you would need to ensure that anyone who courted her valued Helena for herself, not just her fortune.”
Given the girl’s odd upbringing—and unfortunate appearance—Adam doubted even a large dowry would prompt a proposal from any suitor he would consider acceptable. But as he could hardly voice so unchivalrous a comment, he had still not replied when the lawyer waved a dismissive hand.
“But all such speculation is borrowing trouble from tomorrow, which our Lord warns us quite particularly not to do. For the present, let us get Helena adjusted to living in your household. Understanding her special background, you will take her in and treat her gently?”
“We shall do our best.”
“I can ask nothing more. Thank you, my lord.” The lawyer held out his hand.
Adam shook it. “Thank you for being so strong a champion for her.”
While Mr. Pendenning returned the brandy decanter to the sideboard, Adam recalled the brief spark of attraction he’d felt for the girl. If anyone could work the miracle of coaxing that spark into a flame bright enough to make Miss Lambarth capable of catching a husband, it would be his stepmother. But a miracle it would be. He was by no means sure he wished to commit his stepmother to attempting it.
But, as the lawyer said, such concerns were far in the future. He had no doubt that regardless of the girl’s deficiencies, for the love Lady Darnell still bore Helena’s mother, his stepmother would receive her gladly and lavish her with affection.
At that moment a knock sounded at the door and Miss Lambarth walked back in. Though the modest blue round gown hung loosely on her bony frame and thin arms, her legs were decently covered and the color made her face look less sallow. A plain straw bonnet capped her tangled black hair, which still appeared in dire need of a comb’s ministrations. Apparently the dressmaker had not thought to bring shoes or gloves, for the girl had on what could only be the crude farmer’s boots she’d complained about and had tucked her damaged hand within the folds of the gown.
She curtseyed to them. As he bowed in return, Adam noted again the grace of that motion. Apparently her late mother had had time to teach the girl at least something of proper behavior. Perhaps the task of making her presentable might not be as impossible as he feared.
“I expect I’m ready—if you still wish to take me home with you,” she added, looking to him.
Did he detect a hint of anxiety in her tone? Adam gazed steadily into Helena’s dark, black-lashed eyes—undoubtedly the girl’s best feature—and smiled. “Of course I do. I expect by now Lady Darnell will have worn a hole pacing the carpet, so anxious is she to welcome you.”
Helena lifted an eyebrow dubiously before turning to Mr. Pendenning. “How can I thank you, sir, for all you have done for Mama and me?”
“It was a privilege to serve so loving and devoted a lady,” Mr. Pendenning replied. “Having now met the courageous lass who inspired that devotion, I don’t wonder at it. If I can do anything more for you, Helena, call on me at any time.”
The girl nodded, her concealed hand fidgeting with a pleat of her gown. “Do…do you suppose I might come see you from time to time?”
“I shall be very offended if you do not visit me often!” He walked over to her and took the unblemished hand she offered. “It will be all right, you will see,” he said softly. “Your mother was a very wise lady. She would not entrust your future to someone unworthy of the task.”
Swallowing hard, the girl nodded. “I’m not so sure I am worthy of it.”
Before Adam could add his reassurance that all would be well, she turned to him, her diffidence vanishing beneath the cool demeanor she’d exhibited at their first encounter. With a trace of the same irony in her tone, she said, “Shall we go then, Lord Darnell? I shouldn’t wish to keep my impatient cousin waiting any longer.”
HELENA TRIED NOT TO let her spirits sink as she followed the tall, broad-shouldered Lord Darnell from the room—leaving the sanctuary of the man who’d known and served her mother for a doubtful reception by a dimly remembered relative who lived in a wholly unfamiliar world.
Head high, Helena Lambarth, she told herself. Lord Darnell might have the muscular frame of the soldier he was reputed to be, but she could defend herself if necessary. She’d faced down worse bullies. And unlike her father and his baliff, he had no idea what she was capable of if cornered.
He certainly appeared attractive enough, with his handsome face, wavy hair the color of ripe chestnuts and clear green eyes. She’d even felt some…sensation pass between them, something that sent a shiver to her stomach, though it didn’t seem menacing.