Bride of the Solway. Joanna Maitland
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you will, what places of interest I should visit while I am staying in Dumfries.’
She named several, ending with Sweetheart Abbey. ‘It was built by the Lady Devorguilla in memory of her beloved husband. His heart is buried there. It is a strange, haunting place, but very beautiful. You will find it an easy journey, in the day, though better on horseback than by carriage. Are you travelling alone?’
‘For the present, yes. Though my man, Fraser, will be joining me in the next few days.’ He dropped his voice to be sure that Mrs Anstruther would not hear. ‘He will be quite horrified, of course, about what happened. He’ll maintain, loud and long, that if I had allowed him to accompany me in the first place, as he’d tried to insist, I wouldn’t have been thrown into gaol at all.’
She drew herself up slightly. Ross could not decide whether it was because she wished to distance herself from her own out-rageous behaviour, or whether she disapproved of his obviously close relationship with his valet. ‘You will tell him what happened?’ Her voice definitely held a hint of hauteur. So, she didn’t think a gentleman should confide in his valet. How little she knew. Having shared the privations of the Peninsular War with Fraser, Ross trusted his man implicitly. With his life, if necessary.
‘It matters not a whit whether I tell him or not.’ Ross grinned suddenly, remembering many instances when he had tried to keep information from Fraser. ‘Fraser is the best gatherer of information I have ever known. He’d find out somehow. He’d have made a very successful spy.’ Now that was not quite true. For, on occasion, Fraser had already made a very successful spy. And the British army, though unaware of the details of the man’s dangerous service, had reason to be eternally grateful for Fraser’s abilities.
‘How very…interesting.’
He had lost her. The sparkling look was now veiled as she took his empty cup and returned to speak to Mrs Anstruther. Her brother had risen from his place and was bowing to his hostess. The pair clearly meant to leave.
‘It was a great pleasure to meet you again, Miss Elliott,’ Mrs Anstruther said. ‘And you, too, Mr Elliott. I do hope you will come again soon, so that Miss Elliott and I can continue our discussions. I have rarely met anyone so young yet with such enthusiasm for plants and gardens. We share a common passion, I think.’
Miss Elliott smiled warmly. ‘I cannot hope to match your knowledge, ma’am, but I should very much like to learn more from you. What you tell me of your new garden is fascinating.’
‘I long to visit it again. But situated as I am—’ she gestured impatiently at her useless legs ‘—it may be some time before I can do so. However, if you wish to visit the house and garden, please feel free to do so. My gardeners would be delighted to learn that there are other ladies in the world just as passionate as I am.’ She looked sideways at Ross. ‘Perhaps Captain Graham would like to accompany you? And your brother, of course.’
James Elliott cleared his throat and directed a swift warning look towards his sister. ‘Cassandra is most grateful for the invitation, ma’am. Very generous of you, I am sure. However, we must not think of making any excursions until Cassandra is quite well again. It does not do to risk a lady’s frail health.’
Ross hoped his reactions did not show on his face. The man was a lying cur. Had he not poured scorn on the assumed frailty of young ladies not half an hour ago? Why was he now declining Mrs Anstruther’s invitation when he had gone to such lengths to ingratiate himself before? There was something very strange going on in the Elliott family. Very strange indeed.
Mrs Anstruther stretched up her hand to Miss Elliott. ‘Forgive me, my dear,’ she said. ‘I hope you will be fully recovered very soon. It will not be possible for me to return your call, alas, but perhaps you will overlook my discourtesy and come to me again? I did so enjoy our talk. The colonel does his best, and he has become very knowledgeable about plants of late, but he does not share my passion. Not as you do.’
Miss Elliott blushed. ‘You do me too much honour, ma’am. And I should be delighted to call on you again.’ She glanced towards her brother, who was frowning. ‘As soon as I am able.’
‘You will understand if we take our leave now, ma’am,’ her brother said. ‘We must get home while it is still light. It would not do for Cassandra to become chilled.’
The normal courtesies were soon exchanged. Elliott could almost have been a real gentleman. Certainly, his assumed manners could not be faulted. Ross felt his gorge rising as he watched. The man was the very devil.
Ross insisted on escorting Miss Elliott to her carriage, offering his hand to help her to mount. With one foot on the step, she turned to look into his face. Their eyes met, and held. He felt a slight pressure of her fingers in his. ‘Thank you, Captain Graham,’ she said softly. ‘I am truly most grateful to you.’
‘Your servant, ma’am,’ he said, returning the pressure for just a fraction of a second. A silent message was sent and received. Ross had no doubt that Miss Elliott—Cassandra—understood what he intended. He had risked his life to save her once. And he stood ready to do so again.
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