Survivors' Club: The Escape Part 31

Philippa, he could see with his peripheral vision, was as still as a statue.

"Not at all," the older lady said briskly. "I am sorry that you have come out of your way for nothing. He is not here."

"Perhaps he has merely gone somewhere for the day, Mama, and forgot to tell us," a young lady said from her seat to Julian's left.

"With his trunk and half his clothes and his valet?" a gentleman who was standing before the fireplace said. "Not to mention his traveling carriage and his coachman and four horses? Hardly, Ursula."

"Anthony!" another young lady said sharply.

"He has bolted," the man called Anthony said. "That is what he has done. I said it at breakfast, and I say it again."

"Anthony!" The same young lady sounded mortified.

"He has indeed gone," Mrs. Hunt said with weary resignation.

Julian felt acutely embarra.s.sed-and something else too, which he was not yet at liberty to explore.

Darleigh had gone? Left home? Run away? Just when he had been presented with a prospective bride and was expected to make her an offer of marriage? And she was here in this very room with her parents-no doubt a horrible embarra.s.sment for his family.

"I do beg your pardon, Mr. Crabbe," Mrs. Hunt said. "You will think we all have the shabbiest of manners. Allow me to introduce everyone, and then we will all have coffee and cakes. Vincent has gone away quite abruptly, and I invited you in here in the hope that you brought word of him. No matter. You must stay awhile anyway."

She proceeded to introduce him to her mother, to her daughters and their husbands, and to her guests.

He should, Julian thought, withdraw immediately. His continued presence here would seem an unpardonable intrusion. But he could not tear himself away just yet.

"Crabbe." Mr. Dean got to his feet when he was introduced and bowed stiffly. "I believe we have a previous acquaintance."

"An unhappy one, as I remember with deep regret, sir." Julian returned his bow. "I was a wild young cub in those days."

He bowed to Mrs. Dean and asked her how she did.

"Do you have an acquaintance with Miss Dean also, Mr. Crabbe?" Mrs. Hunt asked him, indicating Philippa by the window.

At last she moved. And at last he looked at her.

For the first time in two years.

She curtsied. He bowed. She raised her eyes to his.

He had held in his memory an image of a sweet, almost ethereally pretty blond, green-eyed slip of a girl with an eager, smiling countenance. Two years had made her only more beautiful, for she was clearly a woman now.

If it was possible for a heart to stop and then resume its beating, then his surely did just that within the second or two that elapsed after the introduction.

"Miss Dean," he said.

"Mr. Crabbe."

Ah, that well-remembered sweet, light voice. Memory had not done it full justice.

Why the devil had Darleigh gone away?

But he had, and she was free.

She was free.

"You must be wis.h.i.+ng me at Jericho, ma'am," he said to Mrs. Hunt, tearing his eyes away from Philippa's. "I have come at an awkward time and embarra.s.sed everyone."

He hoped the Deans would not hold it against him.

"No one need be embarra.s.sed on our account," Mrs. Dean said briskly. "You invited us here for a week or two, Mrs. Hunt, on account of my mama-in-law's friends.h.i.+p with Mrs. Pearl, and we have enjoyed your kind hospitality more than I can say. We will return to London with renewed vigor to enjoy the rest of the Season."

"It is kind of you to be so gracious," Mrs. Hunt said. "I am quite sure there are many gentlemen who will be delighted to see Miss Dean back among them."

All eyes turned toward Philippa, and she half stumbled as she turned back to the window, reaching out to the windowsill to steady herself even as Julian took a hasty step toward her and her mother jumped to her feet.

"Come and sit down, my love," she said, hurrying toward her daughter.

"No," Philippa said, "thank you. I-I would rather take a turn outside and breathe in some fresh air if I may be excused. It has turned into such a lovely day."

"I will come with you," her mother said.

"I beg you will not." Philippa looked distressed again. "I would rather-"

"If I may be permitted," Julian said. "My presence here in this room is decidedly de trop. But it would be my pleasure to escort Miss Dean into the garden before the house if her maid will chaperon her."

"That is both tactful and kind of you, Mr. Crabbe," elderly Mrs. Pearl said even as Mr. Dean opened his mouth to speak. "You are a relative of the Redfords of Bath, are you not? And a nephew of the Duke of Stanbrook, did you say? His heir, I believe?"

"I have that honor, ma'am." Julian inclined his head to her. "Mr. Redford is my mother's brother." He looked beyond her to Mr. Dean, who was frowning at him. "With your permission, sir, I will escort Miss Dean into the garden before I resume my journey."

"This has all been too much for you, Miss Dean," one of Darleigh's sisters said. "Oh, just wait until I get my hands upon that brother of mine."

"If you will be so good," Mr. Dean said to Julian, still frowning. "My daughter's maid will be sent for."

And Julian crossed the distance to the window and offered his arm-and she slid her hand through it and for a moment the world stood still.

Her eyes met his, and it seemed to him that the world stopped for her too.

"Thank you, sir," she murmured, and he led her from the room while everyone watched with deep concern.

They walked along the wide corridor to the great hall without speaking. He led her through the double doors, down the flight of marble steps to the terrace, and across it to the parterres of the flower garden. A young woman, presumably her maid, came scurrying after them but remained on the terrace.

He drew air into his lungs and allowed himself to feel elation. She was free.

"Julian," she said softly.

"Philippa." He looked down at her and saw that color had taken the place of paleness in her cheeks. And her eyes were bright. "My love."

"They thought it was because Viscount Darleigh has run off rather than marry me," she said, "when in reality it was because the butler came into the room and Mrs. Hunt took your card from his tray and said your name. And then you came."

"Did you think I would not?" he asked her.

She turned her face up to his.

"Just yesterday," she said, "I was out here with him. He is charming and good-natured and very likable, and I played horrid games with him. I am ashamed of myself."

"Games?"

"I did what I could see most annoys him when his family does it," she told him, "though he is always cheerful and well mannered and patient with them. I spoke to him as though he were an invalid, I agreed with everything he said, and I offered him help even when he did not need it and resented it. I drove him away."

"Are you sure?" he asked her. "Those seem very small, very subtle things, especially if he is accustomed to such treatment from his family."

"He told me," she said, "that he was convinced the earth was flat, that the experts had got it wrong all those centuries ago when they apparently discovered that it is a sphere. He said it was obvious to an idiot that if one walked to the horizon one would fall off the edge. And I agreed with him."

He grinned at her. "He is an idiot, then?"

"Far from it," she said. "He was goading me. He was playing games with me as surely as I was with him. I strongly suspected it at the time and was even more sure last night in bed when I thought it all over. I decided to do today what I was tempted to do yesterday-tell him the truth and beg him not to offer for me, for I was convinced that he did not wish to marry me any more than I wanted to marry him. But he was not at breakfast, and he did not appear afterward, and everyone was horribly embarra.s.sed and horribly cheerful, and just before you came, Mrs. Hunt admitted that he was gone and was very probably not going to come back for a while, though she had no idea how long a while that would be."

"Philippa." His grin had softened to a smile, and his hand came to rest over hers on his arm. Elation bubbled up inside him. But he was aware of the watching maid and of possibly watching eyes behind the windows as he bent his head a little closer to hers. "You are free."

But she looked troubled.

"It is such an embarra.s.sment and humiliation for Mama and Papa," she told him. "Papa is looking quite uncharacteristically bewildered. Mama is trying to be gracious about it, as though she really believes we were invited here merely to enjoy a few days in the country with friends. I feel dreadful, for it is all my fault."

"Yet Darleigh is the one who has fled," he said. "If he is not an idiot, and I must confess I was not given the impression he was when I met him at Penderris Hall, then clearly he was desperate for a way out of marrying you, Philippa, especially after you drove him to the brink yesterday. I daresay you were forced upon him by all those female relatives of his and he has been feeling as trapped by circ.u.mstances as you. If he had really wished to marry you, he would not have played such a trick upon you yesterday. The blame, if blame is the correct word, is entirely his. All you did was agree with him, after all. Your parents will recover from their embarra.s.sment. They would not wish to see you married to a man who would run away from home without a word to anyone rather than make you an offer, after all."

"Oh, Julian," she said, and they stopped walking and turned to face each other. "I was so relieved to hear that he has gone. And it was so difficult not to show it when everyone else was horribly embarra.s.sed and humiliated and sorry for me."

He devoured her face with his eyes and fought the urge to pull her into his arms.

"It has been an eternity," he said.

"At the very least," she agreed, and for the first time she smiled at him-brightly and radiantly. "You came. I never expected it. Not for a single moment. I only hoped you would remain in London and that I would have a chance to come back there to you. You had my letter, then?"

"In Bath," he told her. "I have not even been to London. How could I go there when you were here and I was in danger of losing you?"

He was about to reach for her hand to raise to his lips. But something caught at the edge of his vision, and he was saved from repeating the error he had made two years ago. Mr. Dean was striding toward them.

"I appreciate your thoughtfulness, Crabbe, in leaving when you did," he said stiffly, "and in removing my daughter from the embarra.s.sment of being in that room after she had been jilted in the most shameful manner. I am glad to see you have some color back in your cheeks, Philippa."

"I am feeling better, Papa," she said. "And I am not terribly disappointed, you know. I hope you and Mama are not."

"We will return to London tomorrow," he said. "Your mother is already remembering all the invitations she accepted for you from the day after tomorrow on."

"Ah, London," Julian said. "I am on my way there too-after I have spent a few days with my friend close to here, that is. My town house has been opened and my mother is there expecting me. I will hope to call upon you there, sir, to a.s.sure myself that Miss Dean has fully recovered from her embarra.s.sment here. And I would say that Lord Darleigh's loss is very definitely the gain of some other fortunate gentleman."

"Good of you to say so," Mr. Dean said gruffly. "You lost your father a few years ago. You have brought your property in Cornwall back from the brink of ruin, I have heard."

"It is making a decent profit again this year, sir," Julian told him, "and will make even more next year. It has been hard work but worth every moment."

Mr. Dean gave him an affable nod. "Well, Philippa," he said, "your mama is awaiting you inside."

"I must be on my way," Julian told him, making a bow that encompa.s.sed both him and Philippa.

He gazed hungrily at her, but only for a moment, and she gazed back before making him a slight curtsy and turning back to the house with her father.

Julian watched them go for a few moments and then strode resolutely toward the stables.

His heart was singing even while he urged caution upon it.

3.

Throughout the return journey from Gloucesters.h.i.+re to London, Philippa's parents tried to console her for her disappointment, even though she a.s.sured them that she was not disappointed at all. She could not press the point too strongly, of course, lest they suspect that she had had a hand in the viscount fleeing.

She felt guilty about that. Equally, she felt that he would not have gone simply because she agreed with everything he said.

When they were not talking in the carriage, she dreamed.

Julian had come to Middlebury Park. It had not even occurred to her that he might, but then Lord Darleigh's butler had come to announce a visitor, and Mrs. Hunt, lifting the visiting card from his silver tray, had murmured his name.

"The Honorable Mr. Julian Crabbe," she had said. "And he has word of my son? Show him in."

And Philippa had known she was about to see him again-suddenly, with no warning at all.

Ah, memory was a poor preserver of reality. Philippa had had vivid memories of Julian from those weeks in Bath, memories of a tall young man of pleasing, athletic build with a handsome, good-humored face. And a smile to make her breath catch in her throat and dark eyes that could turn her knees weak. And thick, dark, s.h.i.+ning hair that made her fingers itch to run through it.

But the present reality was so much more ... real. And so much more.

A man, a stranger, had stridden into the morning room at Middlebury Park following the butler's announcement. A confident gentleman with a commanding presence and a serious, intelligent face beneath dark, neatly styled hair. A man to be reckoned with. A man who looked virile and elegant even in riding breeches and top boots with a coat of expensive cut and a simply tied neckcloth.

And yet not a stranger. For he was Julian as he had become in two years, and her heart would have known him anywhere. Her whole body had yearned toward him with an awareness she had felt for no other man.

He had made a good impression. He was the nephew and heir of the Duke of Stanbrook, who had taken in Lord Darleigh when he was carried back from the Peninsula both deaf and blind. And he had come, as was courteous and proper, to pay his respects-and had then behaved with consummate tact, withdrawing his person as soon as he decently could and escorting Philippa out into the garden for a few minutes so that she could recover from her near swoon.

Even Philippa's parents had been inclined to look kindly upon him and had commented upon how he had changed for the better since their last encounter with him.

He was not mentioned during the journey back to London.

But surely when they met him there again ...

Oh, surely.

He did not come for five whole days. Of course, he would have felt obliged to stay away for a short while in order to make his story about visiting a friend in Gloucesters.h.i.+re believable.