The Reluctant Bride. Meg Alexander
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has no preference? That either of us will do? It is insulting. Forgive me if I question his motives.”
“India, you are not a child. The offer is unusual, certainly, but Isham needs an heir. Should aught happen to him the title goes to his half-brother, and Henry Salton is scarce fit…” He left the sentence hanging in the air.
India struggled to regain some semblance of composure.
“So Isham needs an heir? That I can accept, but why offer for Letty or myself? All the matchmaking mamas in London have been hanging out for him for years. He might take his choice of a dozen girls.”
“I am sorry to see that you will believe no good of him. Perhaps you might consider that Isham has a conscience. He is well aware of your present circumstances.”
“Then this offer is an act of charity? A sop for his guilt? What poor creatures he must think us! I for one will have none of it. He may peddle his offer elsewhere…”
“This is foolish talk. You think only of your own pride. What of your mama and Letty?”
India glanced at her sister and was stricken. Letty seemed on the verge of collapse, but she struggled to speak.
“Uncle is right,” she whispered. “If his lordship’s intentions are honourable we must not sneer at him.”
“That’s right, my dear.” Sir James gave the younger girl an approving glance. “You should listen to what I have to say before you reject this offer out of hand. Isham is prepared to be generous. He will settle the Grange upon his bride. Your mama may return there with a handsome allowance to enable her to live in comfort. Your own portions will be restored, though much enhanced, and the future Lady Isham will be the recipient of several other liberal settlements.”
“He’s trying to buy us!” India cried indignantly. “Mama will not allow it.”
“Please try for a little conduct, India, and do not get upon your high ropes. I intend to speak to your mama when she is a little restored. In the meantime I shall be obliged if you will restrain your comments. As Letty has pointed out it is quite wrong to censure a man who is trying to make amends for circumstances which are not his fault.”
India hung her head. “I’ve been quick to judge,” she admitted. “But this offer seems so casual. It would appear that any woman will do.”
“That is not so, as you yourself have admitted. Isham must be all of thirty-five. He might have chosen a bride at any time these past fifteen years.”
With all her heart India wished that he had done so, but she would not antagonise her uncle further.
“So what is to happen now?” she asked.
“Isham is staying at the Grange. He will return tomorrow for your answer.”
“So soon?” Letty cried in a faint voice. “Will he not give us more time to consider?”
“Apparently not. My dears, I must leave you now, but I shall visit you again this evening. By then your mama may be feeling better. We shall speak further on this matter.”
All thoughts of visiting Hester had vanished from India’s mind. Her manner was abstracted as she took leave of her uncle. Then she sat in silence for a time. Letty’s scared voice recalled her to the present.
“India, what are we to do?” The great blue eyes were wide with apprehension.
“Why nothing, dearest. We must not worry. Mama will be as shocked as we are. She won’t consider such a proposition.”
India was wrong. She entered her mother’s room that evening to find her parent closeted with Sir James.
More animated than she had been for months, Isabel Rushford greeted her daughters with a radiant smile.
“Now, my dears, is this not a piece of great good fortune? It is all that I had hoped for you. What a match! Even in London I had not thought to aim so high.” She reached out her hands towards her girls. “Now which of you is it to be? You must have spoken of it whilst I slept.”
“We have spoken of naught else.” India stared at her mother in amazement. “Mama, pray do not set your heart upon this scheme. It is sheer folly. What do we know of Isham, apart from the fact that he has ruined our family?”
She watched in dismay as her mother’s smile disappeared.
“Isham did not ruin us,” the older woman said sharply. “That was your father’s doing. Oh, I know that to you he was a god.” She gave a bitter laugh. “In your eyes he could do no wrong, but now you know the truth of it. Folly, you say? His was the folly. As to Isham’s offer, your uncle welcomes it, and so do I. Will you set your opinion above our own?”
India was silent, but her mother was not finished.
“You are become very high in the instep, Miss, if his lordship is not good enough for you. As I recall you had not offers enough for you to pick and choose…”
It was a cruel gibe and the taunt stung. India bit her lip and turned her head away.
“Isabel, my dear, let us not lose our tempers,” Sir James said mildly. “Your girls do not know the way of the world as we do and this offer has come as a shock to them. They are entitled to know something of Lord Isham’s background before any decision is reached.”
Letty smiled at him. Though terrified at the prospect of becoming Isham’s bride, she dreaded further attacks upon her sister. “Uncle James, I wish you will tell us more,” she said. “We know so little about his lordship.”
Isabel Rushford intervened before Sir James could speak. Now she tossed her head. “Very well then, you foolish creatures. Lord Isham’s background is impeccable. His is one of the oldest families in the country. You know of his wealth, of course?”
“We do, and we also know of his opera-dancer!” India was moved to open rebellion, and this rash statement brought a shriek of horror from her mother.
“India! Such indelicacy, and before your uncle too!”
“Uncle knows that I am not a child. He told me so this morning.”
“That may be so, but for an unmarried girl to discuss such things! I declare, I am shocked beyond belief!”
“But not by Isham’s proposition, Mother?” India plunged on recklessly. She was already in deep disgrace, but now she was fighting for survival, either for herself or Letty. She recognised the stubborn look about her mother’s mouth. With all the obstinacy of the weak, Mrs Rushford intended to have her way at any cost. More often than not it was the prelude to hysterics.
Letty had seen the danger too, but before she could speak the bitter tirade continued.
“This is a proposal, not a proposition. Let me assure you that there is a difference. Since you are so worldly-wise I am surprised that you do not know it.”
“Mama, have you ever met Lord Isham?” Letty ventured timidly.
Isabel looked at her younger daughter and saw a ray of hope. Letty was always more amenable than her sister.
“Why yes, my love,” she said more quietly. “I met him once. Naturally, he was all courtesy…”
Then you must have caught him on a good day, India thought to herself. Most probably he had just succeeded in separating another unfortunate from his worldly goods.
“I wonder that he has never married,” Letty continued in artless tones. “Especially as he has so much to offer.”
India gave her sister a sideways look. Letty detested confrontation. She preferred to argue in a more subtle way. Sometimes it worked, but on this occasion India felt that both she and Letty were fighting a losing battle.
Sir James bestowed a glance of approval upon his younger niece. “I doubt if he had the opportunity, my dear. He was with Wellington from the start, you know,