No Occupation For A Lady. Gail Whitiker
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us to some degree.’
‘It does not excuse you, and in truth, I blame him for everything that’s happened!’ Mrs Bretton said coldly. ‘If he had not encouraged you when you first went to him with your stories, we would not be having this conversation now. You would be doing the kinds of things a lady of good birth should be doing.’
‘What, like taking a lover thirteen months after she married and produced the requisite heir?’ Uncle Theo said laconically.
Mrs Bretton’s face flushed crimson. ‘I beg your pardon?’
‘Haven’t you heard? Lady Tavistocke went to Venice and took up with a gondolier,’ Uncle Theo said. ‘Shocking scandal. Poor old Reggie Tavistocke doesn’t know what to make of it.’
‘Mind, you can’t blame the poor girl, darling,’ Aunt Tandy said. ‘Reggie is getting on for sixty, after all, and you know how dashing Italian men can be. And gondolas are very comfortable. I’ve always thought the movement of the water very conducive to—’
‘Enough!’ Mrs Bretton shrieked. ‘Get out of my house! Both of you!’
‘In point of fact, this is my house, Susan,’ Uncle Theo said amiably. ‘And one I am very pleased to have you and my brother staying in. However, perhaps it is best we leave you to your discussions. Just don’t be too hard on Victoria. She is not in the least deserving of it. Speaking of which, there is something I would like to say to her before we go.’
‘Something we wish to say,’ Aunt Tandy corrected him with a smile.
‘Of course, my darling, something we wish to say. And that is, how very proud we were of you last night, Victoria. After you left, I had a visit from Sir Michael Loftus—’
Victoria gasped. ‘Sir Michael!’
‘Yes, and he was very impressed with your latest play. Or rather, with Valentine Lawe’s latest play. He thought it was … now, how did he phrase it exactly? “A comedy of stunning brilliance exquisitely characterised and plotted with a deft hand.”’
Victoria gazed at him in wonder. ‘Sir Michael Loftus said I had a deft hand?’
‘Those were his very words.’
She was floating on air. Euphoric. To have received such praise from one of the foremost critics in the theatre. She must surely be dreaming …
‘And you looked absolutely beautiful,’ Aunt Tandy said, giving Victoria an affectionate hug. ‘I noticed several gentlemen watching you throughout the evening, Lord Vale and Mr Chesterton amongst them, and I hear even the top-lofty Mr Devlin stopped to speak to you.’
‘Mr Devlin?’ Mrs Bretton said with a gasp. ‘Lord Kempton’s heir spoke to you and you did not think to tell me?’
Victoria blushed, uncomfortably aware that her mother was staring at her with a mixture of astonishment and reproach. ‘There really wasn’t any point, Mama. We were not formally introduced and spoke only about the play.’
‘But he engaged you in conversation,’ Mrs Bretton persisted. ‘Without benefit of introduction. He must have had a reason for doing so.’
‘He thought I was in need of assistance,’ Victoria said, her cheeks warming at the memory of his long, slender fingers undoing the knots in her ribbons … and of her turning down his request that he be allowed to call upon her. ‘I’m sure it was nothing more than that.’
‘Unfortunately, I tend to agree with Victoria,’ Uncle Theo said, starting for the door. ‘Women have been chasing Devlin since he was a boy, but no one’s been able to catch him. I thought Lady Frances Shaftsbury was close to doing so earlier in the year, but even that appears to have cooled. And given Lord Kempton’s resentment towards the theatrical world, I’d venture to say there’s absolutely no chance of him allowing his eldest son and heir to pursue a relationship with Victoria.’
‘But you just said no one knows Victoria is Valentine Lawe,’ Mrs Bretton remarked. ‘Why should that have any bearing on Mr Devlin’s interest in her?’
‘Because he will find out in the end, and I don’t want to see Victoria left with a broken heart because the man cannot return her love,’ Theo said. ‘And I know that’s how it will end. But come, Tandy, my dear, we must be getting back. Rehearsals start in less than two hours.’
‘Yes, of course,’ Aunt Tandy said. ‘Will you be coming tonight, Victoria?’
‘No, she will not be coming!’ Mrs Bretton snapped in vexation. ‘We are expected at Lord and Lady Holcombe’s musicale this evening. All of us.’
‘Pity,’ Uncle Theo said. ‘As it happens, we’re sold out again. But then I expect we’ll be sold out most nights from now on and I don’t suppose you will be able to attend every performance.’
‘She most certainly will not.’
‘But I will be there as often as I can,’ Victoria said firmly. Her sister might have come to London to find a husband, but her main purpose in being here was to see her play, and as many times as she could! ‘Thank you both for coming. I can’t imagine a nicer way to begin my day.’
‘Our pleasure, my dear.’
They departed noisily, shouting goodbyes and congratulations as the drawing-room door closed behind them. Left alone with her parents, Victoria didn’t know what to say. The joy she’d felt earlier was gone, trampled into the dust by her mother’s patent displeasure.
Unfortunately, silence was not a problem from which her mother suffered. ‘Really, Mr Bretton, if it weren’t for the fact that you and your brother are so close, I would not allow him or that woman in my house,’ she said huffily.
‘That woman happens to be your sister-in-law,’ her husband reminded her. ‘And denying them entrance would be difficult given that, as Theo pointed out, he does own this lovely house and several others in the area.’
‘A fact he throws at us at every opportunity,’ Mrs Bretton said bitterly. ‘Oh, how I wish we had the wherewithal to do without him.’
‘But we do not, so there is no point in wishing it true. Personally, I am very grateful to my brother for all he’s done for us. You might find it in your heart to show him a little more gratitude.’
‘Gratitude? You expect me to show gratitude to a man who earns his living from the stage and who left his first wife to marry that wretched actress?’
‘As a matter of fact, I do. You may not approve of Theo and Tandy, but I will not hear you denigrate them,’ her husband said quietly. ‘If you cannot bring yourself to say anything kind, I suggest you say nothing at all.’
The gentle reprimand was clearly too much for Victoria’s mother. Stamping her foot, she turned and flounced out of the room, prompting Victoria to offer her father a sad smile. ‘I’m so sorry, Papa. I never meant to bring all of this down on your head.’
‘You’ve not brought anything down on my head, Victoria, so don’t even think to malign yourself in such a way. Though I know it is best not to say so in your mother’s hearing, I am very proud of you. Writing a play is no small feat, and to have written four that have received such critical acclaim is worthy of commendation. I certainly couldn’t have done it, but I’m as proud as punch that you have.’
‘Oh, Papa, you are so good.’ Victoria put her arms around his neck and hugged him. ‘I don’t know what I would do if both you and Mama despised the theatre.’
‘I dare say it would be an impossible situation for all of us,’ her father agreed. ‘But, like it or not, your aunt and uncle’s success in the theatre is what allows us to stay in this fine house. They have certainly been good to you, reading your work and producing your plays while making sure no one finds out who Valentine Lawe really is. We owe them a great deal,