Chapter 9

“Have you ever met Lord Derwin’s grandson?” Frank asked Tillie when they met in the summerhouse after dinner.

“Yes. We’ve shared a dance or two in recent Seasons. And I sat beside him at a dinner at Lord Runsley’s not long ago.”

“What’s he like?”

“Very charming. And quite handsome. I can’t believe he wrote the threatening notes. He doesn’t seem at all the sort.”

“Tell me everything you can about him.”

Tillie snuggled closer to Frank and buried her head beneath his chin. She could hear his heart beating strong and steady beneath her ear and she wrapped her arm around his waist to be as close to him as she could.

“Well, he inherited his father’s title when his parents were killed in a carriage accident. He’s now the Earl of Penview. He’s one of the most sought after bachelors in London.”

“Lord Derwin mentioned that he enjoys gaming and hires only the best tailors.”

“I don’t know about his gaming habits, but I can attest that he is always dressed immaculately. Oh, and he has a small stable of very good racing horses.” Tillie lifted her head. “Why do you think he did it, Frank? What reason can he have for threatening Father?”

“It all comes down to money. Lord Derwin mentioned that he has to cover the bills his grandson accrues each month. If the House votes to pass the mining bill, the money Lord Derwin needs to make the improvements to the mine will be substantial. Perhaps his grandson fears he’ll be forced to alter his lifestyle. Cut down on his gaming activity, perhaps sell his horses.”

Frank paused and walked back his thoughts. Perhaps he was giving the young man too much credit for engineering such a diabolical scheme.

“Then again, it’s conceivable that he was approached by someone who took advantage of his youth and drew him into a scheme in which he now regrets participating.”

“Oh yes! Let’s hope he’s seen the error of his ways!”

Tillie thought of all the members of London’s Society who might easily find themselves in young Lord Penview’s circumstances. “When do you think Penview will arrive?”

“No doubt tomorrow, in time to dress for the ball. Lord Derwin said he indicated in his note that he needed him by then.”

“That should make our Twelvetide that much more interesting.”

“And that, my lovely maid, is an understatement.”

. . .

Tillie and Frank entered the room where everyone had gathered after dinner. It was quiet. Solemn. And quite empty except for George, Corrine and Felicity.”

“I take it everyone has retired,” Tillie said as she and Frank found seats on a sofa facing the others.

“Yes. It was like a graveyard with Lord Derwin here,” George said. “Even Uncle John wasn’t able to keep a conversation going”

“George won’t say what happened,” Felicity said. “Will you, Major Collyard?”

“Yes, please,” Corrine added. “It’s not fair that everyone knows and we don’t. Even Tillie knows, don’t you?”

A rush of guilt shot through her. She knew that Felicity especially would be interested in anything involving Lord Penview. Even if it might be difficult for her to handle.

She turned to Frank, then back to Corrine and Felicity. “Yes, I know. And I think it’s only fair that you know, too. Since you were in the meeting, Frank, would you tell Corrine and Felicity why Father met with Lord Broughton and Lord Derwin, and what happened?”

Frank agreed, then related the events. He explained the threatening letters and what they said.

Both Felicity and Corrine were shocked. “Did your father think our father or Lord Derwin sent the letters?” Corrine asked.

“He didn’t know. Which was why he invited you to come early. He hoped it wasn’t either of them, but needed to be certain.”

“Does he know now who sent the letters?” Felicity asked.

Tillie nodded and kept her eyes focused on Felicity. “It was Lord Penview.”

“No,” Felicity said on a strangled gasp. “No, no. Jameson wouldn’t do such a thing.”

She rose to her feet and swayed noticeably. Tillie rose to offer a steadying hand.

“Why?” she asked. “Why would he do that?”

Tears filled her eyes and Tillie could feel her tremble.

“I don’t know, Felicity. I can only guess.”

Tillie helped Felicity back to her chair. “It’s about money, isn’t it,” Felicity asked.

Tillie sat down beside Felicity and reached for her hand. “That would be my first assumption. If the bill in the House passes, it will require the mine owners to make improvements to their mines that could cost a great deal of money.”

“That’s why Mama told us we won’t be spending a month in Paris, isn’t it?” Corrine added.

“Most likely,” Tillie answered.

“What will happen to Lord Penview?” Felicity asked.

The sadness in her eyes tore at Tillie’s heart. There was real concern on her face. “I don’t know. Lord Derwin sent a message for his grandson to join him for the ball. He’s sure Lord Penview can be here by then.”

“But that’s tomorrow!”

Tillie nodded. Tomorrow. They would know Lord Penview’s fate tomorrow. Tillie hoped that Felicity would be able to handle whatever happened.

. . .

The morning of Twelvetide was filled with a million details as guests began to arrive early. No one wanted to chance that a snowstorm would prevent them from reaching Cherrywood Manor.

As the house filled, the excitement grew to a fevered pitch. The undercurrent of worry over Lord Penview’s plight was easily swept aside by the joy that filled the halls in anticipation of the first dance of the New Year.

“Are you ready to play our role?” Frank asked, catching up with Tillie as she hurried to the kitchen for the hundredth time that day with new requests for the harried cook.

Tillie lifted her gaze until it met Frank’s. “I don’t feel as if I’ll have to work too hard to prove that I care for you, major.”

“Don’t you,” he said, leaning down to steal a kiss.

She swooned dramatically. “See there? I’m a very good actress.”

“Ah yes, I can see that. It makes it so much easier for your leading man to pretend he finds you half way interesting.”

“You beast!” She grinned at him and he took her arm and hooked it through his. “What are you up to?” he asked.

“I need to speak with Cook. The Earl and Countess of Wrightly arrived a few minutes ago. I want to make sure Cook knows to send up a tea tray, then I need to tell Mrs. Pratley the earl has brought along a distant cousin, so she can have the staff add another place at the table.”

“Has Lord Derwin heard from his grandson?”

Tillie shook her head. “I inquired this morning and he said Lord Penview probably wouldn’t arrive until close to dusk.”

“That might be for the best. Having him here with time to twiddle his thumbs would be uncomfortable for your father, as well as for the rest of us.”

“I think you’re right,” she said as they made their way down the hall.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Nothing, other than joining Father in his study. I’m sure he’d appreciate your help in keeping the conversation away from the mining bill. I’d hate to have to break up a quarrel.”

Frank laughed. “I think I can do that.”

Tillie made her way to the kitchen and then to the large receiving room where her mother was gathered with the female guests. As she walked across the foyer, a knock sounded at the front door. “I’ll see to it,” she told Carlyle who was busy taking the latest armload of coats to the butler’s closet.

Tillie put a welcoming smile on her face and opened the door. Her smile froze when she found herself looking into the exceedingly handsome face of the Earl of Penview.

“Welcome, Lord Penview. Please do come in out of the cold.”

Tillie stepped back to allow the earl to enter. After she closed the door, she took his coat from him and handed it to the hall boy.

“Miss Rowley. Thank you for your kind invitation. It’s a great pleasure to be here.”

“I’m glad you could find the time on such short notice. Please, allow me to escort you to the study. The men have gathered there.”

Tillie led the way across the foyer, but before they reached the study, Tillie saw Felicity walking toward them. Her eyes opened wide when she recognized the Earl of Penview.

“Lady Felicity,” Tillie said cheerily, stopping when they came upon each other. “May I present the Earl of Penview? Penview, may I present Lady Felicity, daughter of the Earl of Broughton.”

“Lady Felicity,” Penview said. The expression on Penview’s face softened, but the look he gave Felicity didn’t contain the warmth or eagerness Tillie had hoped it would.

“Lord Penview. I’m glad to see you here. Your grandfather said he’d encouraged you to come. We all hoped you would arrive before the ball.”

“Yes,” he said as he looked awkwardly about. “And so I have.”

Tillie’s heart ached for her friend. The young man seemed strangely rude in Felicity’s presence. She wanted to shake Penview until he noticed the pretty girl. She wanted to lower him from the self-absorbed perch upon which he seemed to have placed himself.

The color left Felicity’s cheeks and Tillie rushed to remove Penview from insulting Felicity more than he already had. “If you’ll follow me,” she said to Penview, then led him to the study where the men had gathered.

When she’d turned the obnoxious fellow over to his grandfather, she rushed back to where they’d left Felicity.

But the poor girl had fled.