An Innocent in Russia E-Book

Barbara Cartland

• Herausgeber: Barbara Cartland Ebooks Ltd
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

Now that her beloved father has passed away and the family estate has been sold off to provide for her future, the beautiful young Zelina Tiverton is somewhat bewildered to find herself living amid the glamour of London's Social world with her Guardian, her glamorous Aunt Kathleen, who is the husband of the Earl of Rothbury. Now her aunt has a greater shock in store for her, announcing that she is sending Zelina to Russia to stay as Governess with Prince and Princess Volkonsky in their superb Palace to teach their children English. Clearly Aunt Kathleen simply wants Zelina off her hands as she is so pretty and so reluctantly she finds herself alone and unchaperoned aboard a Steamer bound for Stockholm en route to St. Petersburg. On board she meets the seemingly imperial Lord Charnock, one of the most handsome and overwhelming men she had ever seen, but also one of the most aloof. Unknown to Zelina, Lord Charnock is headed for St. Petersburg on an urgent and secret Diplomatic mission for the British Prime Minister, Lord Palmerston. And so Zelina, the innocent abroad, finds herself unexpectedly in a menacing and threatening world of Secret Police, spies, sinister intrigue and predatory Russian aristocrats with only the dashing Lord Charnock to protect her in an unknown and uncaring land.

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Author’s Note

Although the hero and heroine of this novel are fictitious, most of the other characters are real and the background is factual.

I am very grateful for details of the time from The Russian Journal of Lady Londonderry written about the same journey that she and her husband, ‘the proud Marquis’, took to Russia in 1836 and to that entrancing history The Romanovs by Virginia Cowles.

Czar Nicholas I was undoubtedly the most alarming Sovereign in Europe. His ice-cold eyes struck such terror into the hearts of his Courtiers that one of them, after his death, confessed that he kept the Emperor’s portrait turned to the wall.

“I had such a fear of the original,” he confessed, “that even a copy with those terrible eyes frightens and embarrasses me.”

The Secret Police in the ‘Third Section’ terrorised the whole country especially the intellectuals and the Jews. No one was safe from them and no one knew where they would strike next.

Chapter one ~ 1836

“Her Ladyship wants you, Miss Zelina!”

Zelina looked up from her book and gave a little sigh.

It was always the same when she was reading something interesting, she was requested to do something else and she was quite certain that, whatever her aunt wanted, it would not be anything pleasant.

Ever since she had come to live at the large mansion in Grosvenor Square she had felt that she was an encumbrance and not wanted.

It had been hard enough to lose her father the previous year and be left alone in their home in Gloucestershire with only her old Governess, who was growing deaf and could do little but sit in front of the fire with her knitting.

But at least Zelina had been free to ride twice a day in the Park, to walk in the woods and to read.

Reading was what she enjoyed more than anything else and the only consolation she had after her father’s tragic death was his huge collection of books that filled every space in the large library.

Now, when her mourning was finally over and she had just turned eighteen, her aunt had sent for her to come to London and, as soon as she arrived, she was aware that it was not because Aunt Kathleen intended to introduce her to the Social world.

Major Tiverton had always complained that his younger sister was a ‘frivolous tiresome woman’ despite the fact that she was surprisingly beautiful.

“She was ambitious when she was in the cradle,” he would say to Zelina. “If it had been possible, she would have set her sights on marrying a King. As it was, she had to be content with that crashing bore, the Earl of Rothbury, and I expect she leads him a pretty dance!”

Zelina had not been particularly interested in her aunt, whom she had not seen since she was a child.

But when her father had died, she realised that, as her Aunt Kathleen was her nearest relative, she was now in the position of becoming her Guardian.

Letters had been passed to and from London not to her but to her father’s Solicitors, who were handling the small amount of money left by Major Tiverton.

Of course there was also the house and the estate and Zelina had cried when she was told that it would be very sensible to sell it so that she might have whatever it fetched as what the Solicitor called ‘a nest egg’ against the future.

“Not that I am sure you will need one, Miss Tiverton,” he had added with a smile. “But even when she does marry, it is always useful for every woman to have a small dowry of her own.”

Zelina had been well aware that in his own way he was paying her a compliment and she would have been very foolish if she had not known that most men looked at her, looked again and a glint came into their eyes.

She thought humbly that she would never be as beautiful as her mother, but at least she was pretty and her father had often confirmed this.

“If there is one thing I cannot stand,” he had said, “it is a plain woman. I am fortunate to have both a beautiful wife and a daughter who is a sublime reflection of her beauty.”

When her mother died, Zelina had found it very difficult to console him and he buried himself in his books just as she tried to do herself when she lost him.

As she journeyed to London, thinking how little she knew about the world that existed outside Gloucestershire, she found herself hoping that there would be a library in her aunt’s house.

There was and it boasted a good number of the latest and most up to date novels, but Zelina found, however, that she had little time to read.

“Good Heavens, child. You look like a scarecrow!” her aunt had exclaimed as soon as she saw her. “Where can you have possibly bought a gown like the one you are wearing?”

“I-I made it, Aunt Kathleen.”

“That is just what it looks like! I cannot allow any of my friends to see you until you are properly dressed.”

Zelina was very conscious that she looked extremely dowdy beside her aunt. Never had she imagined that anyone could look so spectacularly gowned from first thing in the morning to last thing at night.

Zelina loved everything that was beautiful, but there had never been enough money for both horses and gowns.

And horses had come first.

When she had first arrived in Grosvenor Square, it had been so exciting to go with Aunt Kathleen to the shops in Bond Street where she was fitted out with so many different gowns that she wondered if she would ever have an opportunity of wearing them all.

She soon learnt that a fashionable lady in London changed her clothes three or four times a day and so there were complete toilettes for the morning, for luncheon and for teatime and, of course, very alluring gowns for the evening.

But she soon found that she needed not only gowns but pelisses, shawls, bonnets, shoes, sunshades and so many other accessories that she lost count.

She was aware that they would fill to overflowing the small wardrobe in her bedroom and she would most certainly need several more chests of drawers to accommodate the more intimate garments that her aunt had ordered for her by the dozen.

Choosing and ordering her clothes took nearly a week and the fittings even longer.

During this time she was not allowed to appear anywhere where she could be seen by Aunt Kathleen’s many friends and she dined downstairs only when the Earl and Countess of Rothbury were alone, which was indeed very rare.

When she met the Earl, who was now getting on in years and was extremely stout, Zelina found that her father had been right in saying that he was a bore.

He never listened to anything that anyone else had to say, but would talk deliberately and pompously on any subject that might occur to him, regardless of whether or not it interested those who were listening.

Zelina soon realised that her aunt paid no attention to anything her husband said and it was obvious that she lived her own life in her own circle of friends, which included some extremely attractive and attentive gentlemen.

One in particular was continually calling at the house in Grosvenor Square when the Earl was either at the House of Lords or at his Club in James’s.

Looking back at it afterwards, Zelina realised that her fate had been sealed when he was shown into the drawing room unexpectedly and she met him for the first time.

“Harry!” the Countess had exclaimed when he was announced by the butler. “I was not expecting you.”

“I know,” Harry replied, “but I saw George puffing along Parliament Square and knew that the coast was clear!”

Then he realised that Zelina was in the room and glanced at her curiously.

With an effort the Countess said,

“This is my niece, Zelina Tiverton, who is staying with us.”

Zelina duly curtseyed and her aunt added sharply,

“You have plenty to do in your own room, Zelina. I shall be busy for the next hour or so.”

“Yes, of course, Aunt Kathleen,” Zelina replied meekly.

She walked across the room, conscious that Harry, she had not been told his full name, was watching her.

Then, as she was closing the door behind her, she heard him exclaim,

“That girl is a raving beauty! Why have I not seen her before?”

For two or three days there was an undoubted coolness in Aunt Kathleen’s attitude and she appeared to be somewhat disinterested when Zelina told her that most of her gowns and various accessories had arrived.

Because she had barely spoken to anybody except for the servants since she had arrived in London, she was hoping that perhaps her aunt would now take her to one of the parties or balls that she attended almost every night or even allow her to accompany her in her carriage when she went driving in Hyde Park.

Instead there had been an ominous silence and now, as Zelina rose hastily to her feet, she wondered why Aunt Kathleen wanted her.

It was rather early in the day for her to be sent for.

Because the Countess was out every evening, she seldom awoke before eleven o’clock and only after she had eaten her breakfast and opened her letters was Zelina allowed into her bedroom.

Now as she was walking from her bedroom towards her aunt’s, Zelina looked over the banisters at the top of the stairs and saw that the grandfather clock showed that it was only half past ten.

The Countess’s flamboyant bedroom, which faced the front of the square, was very large and impressive with Chinese wallpaper and a huge bed draped with muslin and silk.

This was, Zelina knew, a copy of a fashion that was currently popular in France and the green of the bedspread was a reflection of the green in her aunt’s eyes. They could be warm and seductive or cold and very disapproving.

As she neared the bed, she thought with a sinking of her heart that cold and disapproving was their expression at this moment.

There was a cluster of letters lying in front of her aunt on the bedspread. She was holding one in her hand and looked at it for a long moment before she began,

“I have something to tell you, Zelina.”

“Good morning, Aunt Kathleen, I hope you slept well,” Zelina said feeling apprehensive because her aunt had not greeted her in any way.

“What I have to tell you,” the Countess went on as if Zelina had not spoken, “is that I have now decided your immediate future and I think you are an extremely fortunate young woman.”

“Decided – my future, Aunt Kathleen?”

“That is what I said and there is no need to repeat my words,” the Countess snapped. “You are going to Russia.”

For a moment Zelina thought that she could not have heard her correctly.

Then, because she was so astonished, she could only stammer,

“D-did you say to – Russia?”

“Yes, Russia! As I have said you are most fortunate and it will be an experience which would make most young women feel overjoyed at the thought.”

“B-but – why Russia, Aunt Kathleen? And what shall I – do there?”

“That is what I am going to tell you,” the Countess said as if Zelina was being extremely half-witted. “After all your Godmother from whom you received your name was Russian.”

“But she is dead – and I cannot even – remember her.”

“That is immaterial, but it should in a way provide you a link with Russia and make you appreciate the country.”

“I am not – going alone?”

“Well, I am most certainly not coming with you, if that is what you are supposing,” the Countess replied. “Let me make it quite clear, Zelina, I have no wish to chaperone you for the rest of the London Season and lug a young girl about with me. You certainly would not fit in with my circle of friends or the life I lead as your uncle’s wife.”

Zelina was intelligent enough to know that what her aunt was saying was that she had no desire to have another woman with her who might, although it seemed unlikely, prove a rival in some way.

Zelina was quite aware that she would be very much out of place among the witty and sophisticated friends who her aunt amused herself with.

At the same time it had never occurred to her now that she had come to London and been given such a large wardrobe of attractive clothes that she would be sent away at once.

The Countess was still carefully reading the letter that she had in her hand.

Then she said,

“I was, of course, thinking of you when I happened to mention to the wife of the Russian Ambassador that you had a Russian Godmother and it was a pity that she was not alive so that you could go and stay with her.”

“She might not have – wanted me.”

“I am quite certain she would have been delighted to have her Godchild with her,” the Countess contradicted her, “and that was what I told the Ambassadress. She agrees with me that it is sad that you should miss the opportunity of visiting Russia and she has therefore arranged it.”

“Arranged – what?” Zelina asked in a frightened voice.

“That you should go out to Russia and stay with the Prince and Princess Volkonsky, who will welcome you as a – member of their household.”

There was just a slight hesitation before the word member and Zelina asked,

“What would be my position in the house, Aunt Kathleen? Am I a guest or am I being – employed in some – way?”

She knew by the way the Countess looked at her that she was embarrassed.

“You really cannot expect to stay for any length of time in any household unless you can contribute something towards the expense that they incur on your behalf.”

Zelina drew in her breath.

“What am I – expected to – do, Aunt Kathleen?”

“The Princess has children of various ages – ”

“What you are saying,” Zelina interrupted, “is that I am to be their Governess.”

The Countess put down the letter.

“Now, Zelina, I do not like that attitude or the way you are speaking to me. I am trying to do what is best for you and you will surely appreciate that, if you go to Russia, it will give you a knowledge of the world, which has been sadly lacking in your education up until now.”

“Papa considered that I was very much more – knowledgeable about the world than – most girls of my age.”

“Your father’s opinion was one thing and mine is another,” the Countess replied. “I have watched you closely since you have been here and I consider that you very ignorant in all the things that matter where a young woman is concerned.”

“But you still – consider me capable of – teaching children!”

“I have not said you are to teach anybody,” the Countess snapped. “But because you are so ignorant, you do not seem to be aware that the great aristocratic families in Russia employ a number of European attendants for their families,”

She paused and then continued slowly,

“The Ambassadress tells me that the Emperor’s children have a Scottish Nanny who has been with them now for nineteen years, besides which they have numerous Governesses and Teachers of many different nationalities. Moreover English and French are the languages usually spoken in all the Russian Royal Palaces.”

“So I am to – teach English?” Zelina persisted.

“You will speak English,” her aunt contradicted her again. “You are English and the Ambassadress is certain that you will find Russia extremely congenial.”

“How – long am I to – stay there?”

The words seemed to be dragged from Zelina’s lips.

She felt the fear growing inside her that she was being taken away from everything that was familiar and that she would never be able to return home.

The Countess shrugged her shoulders.

“Why should there be a time limit on your visit?”

There was a little pause and then Zelina said,

“I am sorry, Aunt Kathleen – but, although as you say it is an opportunity for me to see the world – I would rather – stay in England. I am sure, if you find me a nuisance that ‒ as I have a little money of my own – I could live with one of our cousins until I can think of something – better I could do.”

“And what do you think that might be?” the Countess asked coldly.

Zelina put up her chin.

“If I have to work, Aunt Kathleen, I would rather work ‒ in England.”

“And have people say I am not looking after you properly?” the Countess asked angrily. “You seem to have forgotten, Zelina, that now that your father is dead, I am your Guardian and, as I have decided that you are going to Russia, that is where you will go!”

Zelina was about to say defiantly that she would refuse, but then she remembered that until she married she was legally under the jurisdiction of her Guardian. In that capacity her Aunt Kathleen could really do as she liked with her.

As if the Countess knew without words that Zelina had capitulated, she said,

“Now stop being a bore. I have certainly done my best by providing you with what is almost a trousseau of expensive clothes and you will thank me by not making scenes, but by going to Russia as you are told.”

“When you bought me my clothes that I thanked you very – profusely for, had you – this in mind for me?”

Her aunt did not have to answer for Zelina knew by the expression on her face that this was the truth.

After a moment’s silence she said,

“When am I – expected to – leave?”

“Your travelling arrangements will be made by the Russian Embassy. I believe you will go in a British ship to Stockholm and then you will change to a Russian vessel, which will take you to St. Petersburg.”

Zelina did not answer and after a moment the Countess said,

“Oh, for Heavens sake, stop being sulky. You should thank me for what I have done for you and certainly you must have some sense of adventure! Who knows? It may turn out to be the chance of a lifetime.”

Zelina did not reply.

She merely curtseyed and left the room.

Only when she reached the sanctuary of her own bedroom did she sit down as if her legs would no longer carry her and put her hands up to her face.

It was not that she was not adventurous.

She and her father had often talked of how, if they could afford it, they would explore France, visit the Greek Islands and perhaps, if it was at all possible, see a little of Africa.

But to go to Russia alone and to be cut off from everything that had been part of her life up to now made Zelina, although she was ashamed of it, feel afraid.

She had never been particularly interested in Russia as a country, although her mother had been very fond of her Godmother.

Whenever people met Zelina, they always exclaimed at the strangeness of her name and she often wished she had been christened differently.

Perhaps, she thought now, it had been a perception of what might happen in the future that had made her feel that Russia was a place that she had no wish to know about and what she did know was not very reassuring.

She had read a great deal about Catherine the Great and her long succession of lovers and the incredible cruelties of her son Czar Paul.

She had no wish to learn any more about such people who apparently, while living in the height of luxury and amazing extravagance, allowed the ordinary people of the country to suffer incredible privations.

“Russia!”

She felt a little shiver run through her at the thought that she must go away and be so far from the England that she loved and which had filled her whole life until now.

She and her father had had so many friends where they had lived in Gloucestershire, not only amongst the County families, who had shown them so many kindnesses, but also among the ordinary people in the village.

There had been farm labourers on their estate, the old people in the alms houses, whom her mother had visited regularly and the pensioners, who had known her father since he was a little boy and his father before him.

It had been hard to leave them all when she came to London. At the same time she had hoped to make new friends and meet girls of her own age who would perhaps share some of her interests.

And, of course, gentlemen whom she would talk to as she had talked to her father and with whom she had several common interests if they had been in the Army and were keen on horseflesh, shooting or hunting,

‘But Russia!’

The words seemed to vibrate round her and grow louder and louder until she felt as if she was already encountering the strong icy winds of Siberia that were terrifying her with their violence.

She took her hands from her face and rose to her feet.

“I will not go!” she shouted out aloud. “I will run away!”

Then she knew that her aunt was determined to be rid of her and it would be extremely ignominious to be brought back if her escape bid should fail.

The Countess was not as empty-headed as her father had thought and Zelina, having lived with her for nearly three weeks, was aware that she always had her own way.

The Earl might be of importance in the House of Lords, but in his house in Grosvenor Square he did whatever his wife wished.

It might well be because he had no desire for any kind of scene, but he was also, Zelina thought, genuinely proud of his wife’s beauty and her place as one of the indisputable leaders of London Society.

‘To him she is like a decoration that he can pin on his coat to know that other people are envying him the possession of it,’ Zelina mused shrewdly.

She was therefore quite certain that, if she appealed to the Earl for help, he would merely tell her to obey her aunt and for the moment she could think of nobody else to approach with her great problem.

The only comfort was that in the Bank she had what seemed to her a quite considerable sum of money from the sale of her father’s house, estate and furniture.

‘At least I shall be able to come home if I want to,’ she told herself reassuringly.

She decided to make quite certain that she had enough money with her to pay for her return fare.

*

Having got her own way, as was inevitable, the Countess was quite pleasant for the next few days, but still she made no effort to take Zelina anywhere or to even invite her to dine downstairs when there was a dinner party.

Next she took her to tea alone with the Russian Ambassadress, which meant, Zelina knew, that she was being more or less interviewed for the position that she was to occupy in the Princess’s house.

The Ambassadress had shrewd eyes and a sharp mind, which told Zelina that she missed nothing.

She gossiped with the Countess, but it was obvious that she was looking over her niece and calculating what sort of impression she would make in St. Petersburg.

When it was time to leave she said to Zelina,

“Enjoy yourself, my dear. The Russian character is difficult to understand, but its very complexity makes its people some of the most interesting as well as the most unpredictable in the world.”

Zelina smiled. It was not what she had expected to hear.

Then, as the Countess moved towards the door, the Ambassadress added,

“Keep a diary. You will find it interesting to look back and read it to your grandchildren when you have some.”

What she said seemed to Zelina to lighten her fear of the future a little.

Nevertheless, when the day of her departure arrived, she felt as if she was being sent into exile and would never see her homeland again.

The Countess with great condescension escorted her to Tilbury to take her on board the English ship that was to carry her as far as Stockholm.

Zelina was well aware that she would not have done this if the Russian Ambassador had not said that he was sending one of his officials from the Embassy to see to all the travelling arrangements.

“This is really very inconvenient for me,” the Countess complained to Zelina.

“I am sorry, Aunt Kathleen, but you will not be seeing me again for a very long time.”

She thought that, at this remark, there was an expression of pleasure on the Countess’s face, but she merely said,

“The Ambassador has given instructions to somebody on the ship to see you aboard the Russian vessel that you will transfer to at Stockholm.”

As the Countess disliked travelling, they talked very little until they reached Tilbury, where Zelina saw that she was to travel by Steamship.

In the last few years Steamships had been used for crossing the North Sea, the Straits of Dover and the Irish Sea, after previously being used only as passenger carriers along the South coast to holiday resorts.

The ship that was to take Zelina to Stockholm had auxiliary sails and side paddle-wheels, which would accelerate its speed.

When they boarded the ship, the Countess asked to see the passenger list and read it with the expression of one who does not expect to find any acquaintance amongst a collection of nonentities.

Then she gave a little cry like that of someone who has found treasure where she least expected it and, without saying anything to Zelina, who merely followed her, she went to the Pursers Office.

“Has Lord Charnock come aboard yet?” she enquired.

“No, my Lady,” the Purser answered her, “but his Lordship will doubtless arrive at any moment.”

The Countess stood with a faint smile on her face as she waited watching the gangway.

Sure enough, just two or three minutes later a tall distinguished-looking man wearing a black travelling cape lined with fur and followed by an attendant carrying several important-looking despatch-cases bearing the Royal Coat of Arms, came aboard.

The Countess moved towards him with the smile on her lips that she reserved for those she wished to ingratiate herself with.

“My Lord,” she exclaimed. “This is an unexpected pleasure.”

Watching him, Zelina had the impression that for Lord Charnock it was something very different.

She thought that he was one of the most handsome men she had ever seen, but also one of the most aloof or perhaps the right word was inhuman.

There was something cold and distant about him, almost, she thought, as if there was no blood running in his veins and he was made of stone rather than flesh.