Beautiful Innocence E-Book

Beryl Matthews

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• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 484

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

The heart-warming Victorian saga of triumph over adversity London, 1900. Hester Stanmore watches in disbelief as the jury declares her attacker 'not guilty', and the courtroom erupts into chaos. The man in the dock is being congratulated as if he were a hero, but she has seen the madness in his eyes when he had attacked her and left her for dead. It was only Hester's strength that allowed her to survive. Hester was determined to bring him to justice, but what would happen now? As she endeavours to pick up the pieces of her life, Hester meets the mysterious Daniel Hansen, and perhaps she will find the happy ending she justly deserves .

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Beautiful Innocence

Beryl Matthews

Contents

Title PageChapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-One Chapter Twenty-Two Chapter Twenty-Three Chapter Twenty-Four Chapter Twenty-Five Chapter Twenty-Six Chapter Twenty-Seven Chapter Twenty-Eight Chapter Twenty-Nine Chapter Thirty Chapter Thirty-One Chapter Thirty-Two Chapter Thirty-Three About the AuthorBy Beryl Matthews Copyright

Chapter One

London, 1900

‘Not guilty!’

Hester Stanmore was stunned and watched in disbelief as the courtroom erupted into chaos. How could this happen? The man in the dock was being congratulated as if he was a hero, but she had seen the madness in his eyes as he had attacked her. It was only because she had fought like a tigress that she had stopped him carrying out his evil intent. In a rage he had beaten her senseless and dragged her into some bushes, leaving her there to die. The next thing she knew was when she woke up in hospital, and it had taken her weeks to recover enough from her injuries to bring this case against him. She was still struggling with the severe injuries to her foot and ankle.

She gazed around the room, oblivious to the noise and celebration going on. The defence lawyer was looking smug and her own lawyer dared to have a slight smile on his face. He had done an abysmal job for her and hadn’t even objected when Viscount Ardmore’s lawyer had called her a liar and a scheming female. Fury blazed through her as fiery as her red hair. It was true that after regaining consciousness it had been like looking through a mist at the attack, but she had no doubt who it had been. He had been the only one on the terrace with her – of that she was certain. That man in the dock might appear normal on the outside, but she had seen the other side of him. He had enjoyed beating her, and they had just freed him to do the same to some other defenceless girl. And he would, there was not the slightest doubt in her mind.

The judge was calling for order, and then the man she had risked her reputation for turned and raised his hand in a salute, laughing at her. She knew she should leave this fiasco of a courtroom but couldn’t seem to move. She could feel every blow, every broken bone and she clenched her hands as the pain, mental and physical, swamped her. She felt her brother sit beside her and take hold of her hands, rubbing them gently until she unclenched them. They sat in silence for a while as she gathered her thoughts.

Her attacker was the son of a prominent family and, being a mere female, she hadn’t had a chance, but felt she shouldn’t let him get away with what he’d done. But he had and come out of it looking like a young man who had been falsely accused of assault by some silly girl. Well, this court might try to ignore what he had done, but she wouldn’t. He was a danger to society and needed to be put away somewhere safe. Somehow that beast would pay for his depraved deeds – perhaps not by her hands, but didn’t the good book say you reap what you sow? She stared straight at him, her green eyes glittering with defiance, telling him silently that justice would be meted out to him one day.

That realisation gave her strength, and when her brother urged her to her feet she walked out of the courtroom, holding on to his arm for support, ignoring the jeers and rude names being called out to her.

The man she had engaged to represent her hurried up to her.

‘The outcome was only to be expected. I did warn you not to go ahead with this, didn’t I?’

‘Indeed, you did, Mr Ashton, and your half-hearted attempt at prosecution showed in your manner. You, sir, were almost apologetic to be accusing him of a crime!’ Determined to hang on to whatever dignity she had left, she held his gaze steadily. ‘You have much to be ashamed of, as does every man in that court, and you will all come to regret this one day.’

He visibly bristled. ‘I represented you fairly, and not many would have taken on such a doubtful case.’

‘Doubtful? Tell me Mr Ashton, did you ever believe for a moment that I was attacked by that man, even though you were presented with a full report of my injuries?’ When he didn’t answer she spun away, and after taking a couple of steps she stopped and turned her head. ‘Don’t worry, sir, you will be paid the agreed fee, despite the fact that your representation of me was not fair, as you stated.’

Determined not to let her distress show in public, she made her way out of the building as quickly as possible, her limp more pronounced after such a shock. The courtroom had been stifling and when she stepped outside the fresh air hit her, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

‘Easy, Sis. I’ve got a carriage waiting around the corner.’ Richard glanced at the laughing crowd streaming out of the building. ‘Let’s get you out of here.’

Reaction began to set in, and she allowed him to walk her to the waiting carriage.

The moment they were on their way back to their Park Lane home, he took her trembling hands in his, trying to comfort her. She gave him a grateful smile. ‘Thank you, Richard. Did you hear that disgraceful verdict?’

‘I managed to get a seat in the gallery.’

Seeing how distressed he was she squeezed his hand. ‘Do not upset yourself. You were there and knowing that is a comfort to me. The trial was a travesty, and on reflection, I have a sneaking suspicion that his father, the Duke, has been generous with his money. That beast looked too confident all the way through the trial. They made it seem as if I was the one who had committed the crime.’

‘I’m sorry, Sis, they shouldn’t have done that.’ He gave a teasing smile. ‘Everyone knows you can’t tell a lie because it shows in your eyes immediately.’

‘Not everyone.’ She rested her head back against the plush seat and closed her eyes. ‘Father was right when he insisted I didn’t stand a chance, and in view of what has happened I’m glad he was not there to witness my humiliation.’

‘He didn’t want you to go ahead with this, that is true, but he intended to be there in time for the verdict. However, it ended far sooner than expected and he couldn’t get to the court in time.’

‘I wouldn’t have wanted him to witness that disgraceful scene.’ She shook her head in dismay. ‘That young man is a monster and I felt it was my duty to see him punished for his crime. Instead, he is now being lauded as a hero.’ She opened her eyes and looked towards Richard. ‘There is something wrong with him, and no girl is safe when he is around.’

Richard nodded. ‘I never did like him, but Father is friendly with the family and therefore found it hard to believe.’

All her efforts to convince him that the Duke’s son had carried out the vicious attack on her had not convinced him, and that was very hurtful.

As soon as they arrived back at the house she went straight to her room, needing time alone to try to come to terms with the devastating outcome of the trial. After freshening up and changing her clothes she sat by the window and looked out at the beautifully tended gardens. Although in the heart of London, they did have a lovely green space attached to the house. The trees at the end of the garden were covered in pink blossom, indicating that spring was here, and the sight began to lift her spirit. She had done what she believed was right and had nothing to be ashamed of. This time would pass, and life would eventually get back to normal. Giving a ragged sigh she rested her head back, exhausted.

The man was hitting her, knocking her to the ground and dragging her back up to rain more blows upon her. She was fighting with every ounce of strength she possessed but to no avail. He was too strong, and when she looked at him, he didn’t have a face. She screamed.

‘Wake up, Hester.’

She surfaced slowly, still lashing out in desperation.

Her brother caught hold of her hands and watched as the terror began to fade from her eyes, and he held her until the trembling eased and her breathing was back to normal.

‘I’m so sorry. Have I hurt you?’

‘No, I managed to dodge most of the blows.’ He gave a slight smile. ‘Better now?’

She nodded, then sat back still holding onto him for comfort. ‘I have been having bad dreams ever since the attack, but this one was different. My attacker didn’t have a face. Do you think it is trying to tell me that I have made a mistake?’

‘You mustn’t start doubting yourself now, Sis. From the moment you regained consciousness in the hospital you were sure it was Viscount Ardmore who had attacked you. I believe you were correct.’

Her smile was wry. ‘Then you are the only one.’

‘He put a glass of brandy in her hand. ‘Drink this. Father wants to see you.’

She took the glass and downed the contents in one gulp, making her gasp and cough. ‘Where is he?’

‘In the library.’

They walked down the long staircase and entered the room together. Their father was standing in his usual place by the fire. When they entered, he put his glass of brandy on the mantelshelf, and from the expression on his face she knew he had received full details about the trial from one of his friends she had noticed in the court.

‘You wanted to see me, Father.’ Aware of his disapproval of what she had done she stood straight and firm, determined not to show how devastated she was.

‘I have dinner guests for this evening.’ Seeing the surprise flash through her expressive eyes, he said, ‘I know what you are thinking, and I agree that this is not the time for such a gathering, but it is too late to cancel. This evening was intended to be a happy occasion, but because of the high status of the Viscount, the trial was brought forward, and we find ourselves in a difficult situation. I am distressed it went so badly for you, but …’

‘I know, Father, and you did warn me. I will see to the arrangements. How many are we to cater for?’

‘The arrangements have been taken care of.’

She wasn’t sure she had heard him correctly. Since her mother died five years ago, she had taken her place in running the house and acting as hostess when they entertained.

‘You are to remain in your room this evening. Everyone will know what has happened today, and they will be embarrassed if you are present, not knowing what to say or how to treat you.’

That rocked her very foundation, and only by gathering all her reserves of strength was she able to remain standing. Somehow, she found her voice. ‘I tried to see the man who beat me nearly to death pay for his crime, and you are suggesting I am an embarrassment?’

‘Hester, we were distraught by what happened to you, and greatly relieved to see you recover. You were unconscious for several days, and when you came to you were confused, and I doubted you really knew who had attacked you, for any young man of breeding would never have done such a thing. You stepped outside and someone saw a girl alone and attacked. It was dark, and you could not possibly have seen your attacker. To accuse Viscount Ardmore of such a crime and to go so far as having him arrested was unjust.’

‘So, you believe, like everyone else, that some uninvited guest was in the garden?’ She took a step towards her father, eyes blazing with fury. ‘I went out to take some air and that evil monster followed me. When I refused his advances, he went into a rage and I had to fight to save myself from being raped. Fortunately, I was strong enough and he finally gave up, but not until he had nearly killed me. You should be proud of your daughter; instead you intend to hide her away.’

‘I have always been proud of you, you know that, but in this instance, you were wrong to bring charges against someone from such a prestigious family. You must have known it was doomed to failure.’ His expression softened as he looked at the daughter he dearly loved. ‘Go to your rooms and rest, you look quite drained.’

‘Who is going to help you entertain your illustrious guests?’

‘My betrothed will take your place.’

Hester hadn’t believed this terrible day could get any worse, but she had been wrong. ‘You are to marry again?’

‘It is time I remarried.’

‘And who is to be our stepmother?’

‘Isabel Cummings.’

That did make her gasp. They had suspected for some time that he had been seeing someone, but he had never mentioned who it was, or brought her to meet them. ‘But she must be twenty years younger than you …’ She glanced at her brother who shook his head slightly, eyes begging her not to say anything else. Her gaze swung back to her father. He was well into his forties, but still a handsome man and she knew many women considered him a good catch after the death of his wife. However, the thought of him with such a young wife worried her, and always outspoken she couldn’t stop the words from coming out. ‘How can you be sure such a union will be successful?’

‘Many have been. Now go to your rooms and rest. You need rest and we do not want you to be ill again.’

She was too devastated to speak. He had always been a strict, but kind and understanding father, now she felt he was seeing her as something to be ashamed of and shut away from society. Taking a deep breath to steady herself she looked him straight in the eyes and spoke softly. ‘Is what I have done so terrible you need to shut me away from your guests?’

‘Against all advice you went ahead with your accusations, and we now have to deal with the consequences. Your mind was muddled, and I told the police you had been too badly injured to know what you were saying.’ He moderated his tone and looked at her with sadness in his eyes. ‘Do as I say, Hester, and retire from society until this has all blown over. It is for your own good, for we shall now be subject to much malicious gossip. I cannot include you in family gatherings for the time being, and that includes my forthcoming marriage which will take place at our Surrey estate.’

A mixture of dismay and fury raced through her and she held her father’s gaze unflinchingly. ‘I have not done anything wrong and will not hide away!’

‘You are understandably distraught so please do as I say. We can only hope this painful episode will soon be forgotten.’

‘It will never be forgotten, Father, until I see that evil man put in prison.’

Somehow, she managed to leave the room and drag herself up the winding staircase by holding on to the banister. Once in her room she collapsed into a chair and buried her face in her hands, the pain she was feeling almost as bad as the pain from her injuries had been.

Lord Stanmore watched as the door closed behind his beloved daughter and listened as she made her way up the stairs, then he ran his hand over his face and turned to his son. ‘Why didn’t she listen to me, Richard? What is going to happen to her now? I am so fearful for her future. What can we do?

‘Just love and support her,’ he replied. ‘She is suffering now, but it would be wrong to underestimate her courage and determination. She will ride out this storm, I am sure.’

‘I do hope you are right. Go to her, son, and see she is all right. Try to make her understand that she needs to rest until she regains her full strength again. She won’t listen to me, but you might be able to make her see sense.’

‘I’ll try, but can’t promise anything. She is strong-willed and will deal with this in her own way, as we well know.’

‘Indeed, we do. Nevertheless, please try.’

Richard nodded and headed for his sister’s room.

When her brother came into the room and sat on the arm of the chair Hester turned her head to rest on his chest and let tears flow for the first time since this dreadful thing had happened.

Several minutes later, and thoroughly ashamed of herself, she sat back and wiped her face. ‘Forgive me for subjecting you to such a display of self-pity, Richard. I am desperately sorry to have upset Father so much.’

‘He is very angry just now and dreadfully worried about you.’

‘I know I went against his wishes.’

She looked up at him, anguish showing in her eyes. ‘He has just told me I am an embarrassment, and I must stay out of the way until this is forgotten.’

‘He didn’t mean it that way. He’s trying to protect you, Sis. You have shown great courage and I am very proud of you, we both are.’ He reached for the servants’ bell. ‘You need strong tea and something to eat.’

‘Don’t bother them, they will be busy. I’ll wash my face and go down for a tray.’

‘You will do no such thing!’ He strode out of the room shouting for a servant, and one of the young maids came running. ‘My sister requires tea and something to eat. At once!’ As the maid hurried away, he returned to the room, leaving the door open. ‘Tea will be right up.’

Her expression softened as she studied the young brother she loved so much. His eyes were the same startling green, but his hair was a dark chestnut colour. From the moment he had been born they had been constantly together. Although only three herself she had cared for him, seen his first steps, and they had grown up running wild and riding around the Surrey estate. He was seventeen now and growing into a fine, handsome gentleman. Knowing she had his support would give her strength and comfort.

There was a light tap on the door and the maid was standing there with a tray in her hands. Richard stepped forward and took the tray from her hands and smiled. ‘Thank you, Jenny.’

She gave a hint of a smile, glanced at Hester and bobbed a quick curtsy, then hurried away.

Richard poured the tea and handed her a cup, then they sat side by side in silence. She sipped the hot brew gratefully and spoke only when she was on her second cup. ‘I was shocked when Father said he was going to marry Isabel. I know she is older than you, but I thought there had always been an understanding that you might marry her when the time came.’

He nodded. ‘When I found out I went to see her because I was concerned in case she was being forced into this marriage by her family. You know how ambitious they are. When I mentioned this to her, she laughed. It seems she is all in favour of the match, and what she told me was a shock. She said that she will be mistress here, and also that Father is old and will not last long, and as his widow she will have great wealth and a powerful place in society.’

‘Why, the scheming little minx.’ Hester gasped. ‘All I can say is that you have had a lucky escape.’

‘That is exactly what I thought. I think she set her sights on Father some time ago, and it was after the attack on you she stepped up her campaign, showering him with sympathy when he was at his most vulnerable. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was her who persuaded him you were mistaken it was the Viscount who attacked you.’ He handed her the plate of delicate sandwiches, a slight smile on his face. ‘I think I shall have to go on a grand tour, or something, to keep out of the way of our new stepmother.’

‘Well, if you do then you had better take me with you.’ They smiled at each other, and suddenly feeling hungry she began to eat. It was hours since she had had anything.

Richard watched her clear the plate with satisfaction. She looked better now, and he knew her well enough to know she would not accept the situation she found herself in. ‘What are you going to do, Hester?’

‘I don’t know yet. I will have to give it some thought.’

Chapter Two

After Richard left, Hester rested her head against the back of the chair and closed her eyes, her mind going back to that terrible night. They had been invited to a ball at the grand Renton house in Wimbledon to celebrate the new year of 1900. The Duke and Duchess were considered almost royalty by society, and it was to be a prestigious affair. She loved to dance so was looking forward to it, and as she had just reached twenty on the 30th December, it seemed a good way to celebrate. No expense had been spared and the ballroom sparkled with lights and laughter. Although it was winter the weather was unusually mild and the ballroom soon became hot and stuffy, so she stepped out to the terrace to cool off. The Duke’s son followed her, and when she rejected his advances, he hit her across the face and dragged her away from the house. There was too much noise coming from the revelries for her cries of help to be heard. She had fought with every ounce of strength within her, terrified by the madness she had seen in his eyes. The more she struggled the more he seemed to enjoy it and even laughed as he beat her. Somehow, she must have fought fiercely enough to make him give up, and after dragging her into some bushes he walked away.

What happened next was hazy, and it was only when she regained consciousness in hospital she learnt the full extent of her injuries. Her left arm was broken, ribs cracked, one ankle and foot badly damaged as if it had been stamped on, and her face and body covered in livid bruises.

Evidently, Richard had become anxious about her absence, and he had been the one to find her. He had stayed by her bed for hours on end to give her comfort during those painful days. Her father was also there, but when she told him who had assaulted her, he refused to believe it. He insisted that she was mistaken as the Duke’s son would never do such a thing, and when she persisted with her accusation, he did his best to persuade her she didn’t know what she was saying and was accusing the wrong man. It was true she had been unconscious for some time, but the Viscount had been the only one with her on the terrace. There had not been anyone else around, of that she was certain.

All her father’s efforts were in vain, and when recovered enough to return home she was determined to bring the Duke’s son to account for his brutality. Her father was alarmed, forbidding her to go ahead, declaring that after such a terrible attack her mind was faulty, and no one would believe her. But no matter what anyone said she couldn’t let it go, knowing he was dangerous and should pay for his crime against her.

She sighed wearily. Well, all her efforts had come to nothing, and he had emerged from the trial with sympathy. She was now the villain, and her father didn’t want her to be seen in society. However, that was how things were and she had to decide what to do. Perhaps she could set up her own household. Their mother had left both of her children well cared for and there was enough money for her to make a new life for herself. The thought of leaving Richard alone to cope with what was certainly going to be a difficult time after Isabel became mistress of the Stanmore family was not something she wanted to do. They were going to need each other.

She was still mulling over her options when the clip of horses’ hoofs caught her attention, and she went to the window to watch the arriving carriages. When she saw the Duke and Duchess with their son alight from one of them, fury blazed through her. How could they dare to come immediately after the trial? Hadn’t she been humiliated enough already?

This was something she could not ignore. Turning away from the window she marched into her dressing room. Until the marriage she was still the mistress of this house, and it was her duty to welcome guests. Without hesitation she chose her most stunning gown of dark emerald and her mother’s emerald and diamond necklace. Normally a maid would have helped her dress and style her hair, but one was not available this evening so she would have to do it herself.

By the time she was happy with her appearance the guests had all arrived and she could hear the hum of conversation coming from downstairs. Well, she was about to give them something to talk about.

Before entering the room, she pinned a bright smile on her face, nodded to the footman to open the door and swept in.

All conversation stopped, but she ignored that and walked straight up to her father and Isabel. ‘Isabel, my dear, I had to come and congratulate you. I wish you and my father happiness in your marriage.’

The young woman’s expression made it quite clear she was not pleased to see her at this celebration of her forthcoming wedding but managed to thank her. Her father said nothing, as she knew he wouldn’t reprimand her in front of his guests. With the smile still in place she then turned to graciously welcome all the guests except the Duke and his son, whom she completely ignored.

At that moment, two men arrived. ‘Uncle Harry!’ The smile was genuine now as she hurried over to welcome her favourite uncle. ‘How lovely to see you. You have been away for months and it’s wonderful to have you back.’

‘Arrived home only two hours ago.’ He kissed her on both cheeks. ‘And you are as beautiful as ever. Allow me to introduce my friend, Daniel Hansen. Dan, this gorgeous girl is my beloved niece, Hester.’

He bowed over her hand. ‘It is a pleasure to meet you. Your uncle has told me much about you and your brother during our travels.’

She didn’t have time to reply because a strident voice demanded, ‘Stanmore, I did not expect your girl to be present at this function.’

She turned to the Duchess and curtsied gracefully. This gentle lady had always been kind to her and her brother, making a point of spending time with them whenever she visited. Then she faced the Duke for the first time, holding his gaze. ‘Do not concern yourself. It would have been remiss of me not to come and offer my congratulations to the happy couple. I shall not be staying. I would not sit at the same table as your son. It would spoil my appetite.’

‘No one believed your scandalous accusations. He was acquitted.’

‘Indeed, that did appear to be so, and that verdict must have cost you a lot of money. However, I know he is guilty as charged …’ She turned her gaze onto the young man standing beside him with a smirk on his face and said softly, ‘And so does he.’

Richard had been with her from the moment she walked into the room, showing support for his sister, and after giving him a grateful smile she addressed the rest of the guests. ‘Please do not allow this to spoil your evening. You are all loyal friends of our family and are welcome here.’

Brother and sister then returned to their father and Isabel, who had remained silent with shock by the scene unfolding in front of them.

Hester said, ‘Father, Isabel, you have our blessing for a happy marriage.’

‘May you have many blissful years together,’ Richard added.

With her hand on her brother’s arm Hester turned and walked out of the room. He held the door open for her, kissed her on the cheek, and murmured, ‘Well done, Sis. We will talk later.’

Once back in her room she collapsed on a chair, completely exhausted by this terrible day, but pleased she had faced Viscount Ardmore and his parents. She didn’t care how high up the social scale they were, she had shown that this mockery of justice was not going to bring her down. Their son was a brute; they knew it, she knew it, and now she hoped every one of their guests had their doubts about him, many of whom had known her from a young child. Her father’s censure would come later, but she was too weary to let that bother her at this moment.

Richard closed the door, a smile of pride on his face. The way she had snubbed the high and mighty duke had been magnificent. It was clear everyone had been struck by her performance – and Richard was aware it had been a performance. As his gaze swept around the room, he could see that she had accomplished what she had set out to do, and that was to show she was unbowed by events. The hint that the trial had been fixed in order to get their son acquitted hadn’t been lost on their friends. He was quite sure that now a few had doubts about the Viscount’s integrity. Much to his surprise they hadn’t left in a rage as he’d expected them to but were now trying to treat it as a joke and assure everyone that Hester’s accusations had been false.

‘What the devil is going on, Richard?’

‘You have been away for so long you have missed all the news, Uncle.’

Harry shook his head. ‘I found your father’s announcement of his forthcoming marriage and an invitation to this celebration waiting for me. It was a rush, but we made it just in time.’

The dinner bell sounded, and Richard walked beside his uncle. ‘We can’t talk about it now. You must tell me all about your travels.’

There was a tense atmosphere when they sat down, but Harry soon changed that with amusing stories about his travels. Richard watched carefully during the meal and saw Viscount Ardmore was presenting the facade of a perfect gentleman, but that didn’t fool him, or someone else at the table. Harry’s friend had black hair and surprisingly pale grey eyes, and he was sure there was a sharp mind behind his amused expression that missed nothing. The man was intriguing, and he wondered where and when his uncle had met him. Harry was his father’s younger brother by six years, but that still made him much older than the man he had introduced as his friend. He could only be in his twenties, it was hard to tell, and Richard was looking forward to learning more about him.

The rest of the evening went smoothly, and his father was even smiling when everyone toasted him and Isabel to wish them happiness in their forthcoming marriage. By the end of the meal the guests had imbibed liberal amounts of alcohol and were enjoying themselves, laughing as they retired to the drawing room. After a while, Richard noticed Harry nod to Dan and they left the room unnoticed. He wanted to follow them but knew he would be missed, so he would have to curb his curiosity and find out what they were up to later.

The firm rap on the door brought Hester wide awake. ‘Who is it?’

‘Harry, my dear, let me in.’

She hurried to open the door and was surprised to see not only her uncle but his friend as well.

They stepped inside, closed the door firmly behind them, and Harry said, ‘I want to know what has been going on, Hester. You can talk freely in front of Dan. I assure you he is completely trustworthy.’

‘I am so pleased you are back, Uncle, for I need a friend.’

‘I can see that, my dear. You have lost weight, have dark smudges under your eyes and are limping. Tell us what has happened to you.’

‘It is an ugly story.’ She turned her head away to hide the pain in her eyes, ran a hand quickly over her face and then turned back. ‘Please be seated.’

After sitting down, she folded her hands in her lap and waited for the men to be seated.

Harry’s expression was one of deep concern. ‘I know something terrible has happened and I want the whole story. Don’t leave out any detail.’

She cast the other man a quick glance, reluctant to speak freely in front of someone she had never met before, but if her uncle wanted him to hear it didn’t matter. Her humiliation was complete, and after the newspapers were released tomorrow, the entire country would know. Pausing briefly to gather her thoughts she began to speak.

By the time all was told she was emotionally exhausted, and Harry was pacing the room in fury.

‘You shouldn’t have had to face the trial alone.’

‘Richard did manage to get into the gallery.’ She looked at her uncle with stricken eyes and gripped the arm of the chair to try and control her trembling. ‘And after such a terrible day, Father told me he is to marry again and I was to stay in my room this evening.’

‘That brother of mine has taken leave of his senses! I knew that the moment I found out he was going to marry that young woman, but to now hear that he intends to shut his daughter away is beyond belief. I’ll sort this out, my dear. I won’t have you treated in such a despicable way.’

‘Please don’t say anything, Uncle; it will only make things worse, and he is distressed enough already.’

He sat down again, sighed and shook his head. ‘You are the victim, and to invite that family here tonight is beyond belief. Your father should have cancelled this evening.’

There was a light tap on the door and Richard entered, casting an anxious glance at his sister. ‘The guests have all left.’

‘Good.’ Harry stood up. ‘You and Dan stay with Hester while I have a quiet word with my brother.’

As upset as she was, Hester couldn’t help smiling at that remark. ‘I can’t remember you ever having a quiet word with our father.’

‘True, we seldom agree on anything. When we were boys we got along well, but then something happened to sour our relationship, but that is another story. I promise to hold my temper, my dear, but I will have this out with him.’

They watched him stride from the room and Richard settled next to his sister. ‘I wouldn’t like to be in the same room as them. At least you have two of us on your side now, Sis.’

‘Three.’

They both looked at the man who had spoken, having quite forgotten he was there. That was the first word he had uttered, and although he appeared relaxed there was something in his eyes that signalled danger for someone.

‘Thank you, sir, my sister needs all the support possible. She has been through a terrible ordeal and treated shamefully.’

‘If there has been injustice done by court officials in this case, you can rest assured that justice has a habit of catching up with those who have abused the law.’

The last sentence was spoken in a tone that held no doubt, although neither of them could see what could be done about the trial. It was over, the verdict given, and that was the end of it.

Without them realising it, the conversation was skilfully changed, and they found themselves talking freely to this stranger about their lives and the happy times when their mother had been alive. Richard relating stories of the fun they had had while growing up together brought a smile to his sister’s face. He was relieved to see pleasure in her lovely face again. Whoever this man was, he was very perceptive and wise to turn their thoughts away from the distress they were feeling, and back to the good times for a while. Richard warmed to Dan, feeling sure now that he would be a good man to have on their side.

Chapter Three

Harry strode into the drawing room, poured himself a stiff brandy and turned to face his brother. ‘All right, George, I want to know what the hell you think you are doing.’

‘It’s none of your damned business.’

‘That’s where you are wrong. It is very much my business, so explain yourself. Why are you treating your daughter in such a disgraceful way? She was brutally assaulted, and you should have been by her side fighting for justice. Instead, you are shutting her away as if she is the criminal.’

‘She didn’t stand a chance in that court, and I told her not to go ahead with it, but as usual, she wouldn’t listen to me. It was her word against his.’

Harry stepped towards his brother, furious by that remark. ‘If Hester said it was him, then that is the truth. She would never make a mistake like that. If there had been the slightest doubt in her mind, she would not have put herself through the ordeal of that court trial. Do you know what she has just told me? That brute enjoyed beating her nearly to death, and even laughed as he hit her. It was wrong of you to leave her to face that ordeal alone.’

‘I know that, but I also knew they would make her appear a silly, confused female. I did everything I could to persuade her not to take this action, for her sake not mine, and I gambled that, by refusing to stand with her, she would change her mind.’ He raised his hands in a gesture of despair. ‘I lost, of course, and I am worried sick about her future now. What am I to do, Harry?’

‘I may not agree with the action you have taken, but I do now understand you have done what you felt was right. You know you have humiliated her further by ordering her to stay away from your guests.’

‘An order she disobeyed in a spectacular manner. She is the image of her mother in looks and temperament.’

‘There is no denying that,’ Harry agreed. ‘Gives one quite a shock at times, and the way she put the Duke down in front of everyone was exactly what Petra would have done in the circumstances. Why the blazes did you invite them this evening? That was the height of cruelty after what your daughter has just endured.’

‘The invitation went out before Hester insisted on going ahead with the trial, and to be honest, I didn’t believe for one moment they would attend.’

‘You should have cancelled the invitation. They only came to gloat and let everyone know they are a powerful family.’

‘I know, and I was shocked when they arrived, but Hester swept in sparkling in satin and jewels and foiled their plans. They were on the defensive after that, and I admit to being rather proud of her.’ He glared at his brother. ‘Don’t you dare tell her I said that. She disobeyed my orders, and I cannot allow that. Hester has always needed a tight rein to keep her under control, but this time she would not listen to me. It was a lost cause right from the beginning, and I did not want to see my daughter humiliated in that courtroom.’

‘Then for heaven’s sake tell her how you felt! Your rejection is hurting her badly.’

George shook his head. ‘Not yet. For her own sake she needs to see that you don’t accuse that family of anything and get away with it unless you have unshakeable proof of guilt. The repercussions are going to be felt for some time, and it will be better for her if she withdraws from society until this is forgotten. I have to be harsh with her because I fear she will not let it go.’

After downing the last of his drink Harry poured himself another, a thoughtful expression on his face. ‘She feels, very strongly, that he is unhinged and a danger to society, so I have to admit there is a chance she will not stop proclaiming his guilt.’

‘She mustn’t do that. Her reputation is already tarnished, and if she continues then no man of standing will dare to take her for a wife. I don’t want to see that happen to her, Harry. She should have a good husband and children of her own one day.’

‘He will have to be a strong man to handle her.’ He looked at his brother and they both smiled at the thought.

‘So, as I understand it, you are treating her harshly in the hope of making her drop the subject and move on with her life. Is that correct?’

‘It is. I am not a monster. I love my daughter and I’m trying to protect her. It was terrible, Harry. She was so badly injured we thought we were going to lose her. When she began to recover, she couldn’t remember what had happened to her, but after a while she kept insisting it was the Viscount who had attacked her.’

‘You don’t believe it was?’

‘Of course it wasn’t. He told the court he had spoken to her on the terrace warning her not to stay outside too long and catch a chill. He then returned to the ballroom, leaving her alone. She remembers him being there and decided he must be the one who attacked her. Her memory is playing tricks.’ George ran a hand over his eyes, and the anguish he was suffering was clear as he looked at his brother and pleaded, ‘Help me, Harry. She might listen to you.’

After a few moments pause, he nodded. ‘I’ll do what I can, but one way or another whoever did this must be revealed. However, whatever action is taken, Hester must be kept out of it.’

George heaved a weary sigh. ‘On that we agree, but I cannot see what can be done. There is no proof.’

‘Then we must find some. Leave this with us.’

‘Us?’

‘Dan and myself.’

‘Ah, yes, who is this new friend of yours?’

‘Someone I met in Amsterdam. He was there on business, and when that was concluded we travelled together for the rest of the trip. I did not intend to stay away for so long, but we visited several countries and were having such a good time. I am sorry now; I should have been here.’

‘We would have welcomed your support through this terrible time. What does this friend of yours do?’

‘Oh, this and that.’

George gave his brother a suspicious glance. ‘You are being rather vague.’

‘He is the third son of the Hansen shipping family and travels around securing cargos for them, and some of the time he takes on special projects.’

‘Doing what?’

‘That I cannot say, but let me assure you he is not a man to be trifled with. Now let me ask you a question,’ he said, changing the subject. ‘Why are you really marrying that young woman?’

‘I want a wife, and she is willing.’

‘That doesn’t sound as if you are in love with her.’

George snorted. ‘Love doesn’t come into it; this is a financial arrangement with Isabel and her family. There has only been one great love in my life and that was Petra. No one can replace her. I want a wife who will, hopefully, be pleasant company and give me more children. If I married someone my own age, then children would be out of the question. I miss Petra so much, Harry.’

‘So, you are hoping this girl will be able to help fill the void left by Petra’s death?’

‘No one could do that, but I want this house to ring with laughter and young people again. I know you think I’m a fool to be taking such a step.’

‘You are no fool, but I do believe you are making a mistake. However, it is your life and you must do what you think will make you happy. I hope it works out for you. Now, I’ll go and have a word with Hester.’

‘Thanks for listening to me with some understanding of the dilemma I am facing. It has helped to ease my mind somewhat, and I am happy you are back.’

‘I’ll do my utmost to see Hester does not suffer further from this disaster. Trust your younger brother, George.’

‘I will, and have always done so, though you haven’t known that for a long time. I am sorry for the years of discord between us.’

‘That is in the past, forgiven and forgotten. You made Petra a much better husband than I could ever have done. She was happy with you and that’s all that matters. We will get through this as one family.’ Harry then left his brother and headed back to Hester’s room. As he walked up the stairs he reflected on the talk with his brother. It was the first time in many years they had discussed anything so calmly. It was as much his fault as George’s, of course, but the past had been swept aside by this crisis. Only one thing mattered now, and that was to protect Hester from the hostility that was about to be heaped upon her. Not only from the Duke and his son, who she insulted in front of everyone, but from society as well.

After a brief tap on the door, he walked in and saw Hester with a slight smile on her face as she listened to her brother talking. Dan was relaxed and attentive to what was being said.

Richard stopped talking and smiled at him. ‘Ah, Uncle, you appear to be unscathed, so who came off best from your meeting with Father?’

He sat down and grinned. ‘Neither of us. We agreed.’

Brother and sister stared at him in astonishment, saying together, ‘You agreed?’

‘We did, indeed.’ He turned his attention to Hester. ‘You look better, my dear girl.’

‘I do feel more at ease but admit to being rather confused. What am I to do next?’

‘Nothing but rest and regain your strength.’ He reached out and took hold of her hands. ‘Do you trust me?’

She nodded. ‘Of course.’

‘Then I am going to ask you to remain quietly at home for a while, and on no account let that boy or his father near you. I doubt they will take your insults lightly. Richard, you will see to that for us, please.’

‘I’ll protect my sister with my life, you know that, but do you really believe we will have any trouble from them?’

‘Maybe not, but it would be prudent to be careful.’ He sat back and smiled. ‘Now, what have you been talking about?’

While Richard was explaining there was a tap on the door and a maid wheeled in a trolley. She smiled at Hester. ‘The master thought your guests might like some refreshments.’

‘That was kind of him. Thank you, Lucy,’ Hester told her, then turned her attention back to her uncle.

‘What did you say to Father?’

‘He is desperately worried about you and treated you harshly in an effort to make you drop your action against that boy. We discussed this, and I do believe he now regrets the way he has handled the situation. He loves you, Hester, never doubt that, but it was his way of trying to protect you from being humiliated further.’

Hester glanced down at her tightly clenched hands, uncurled them, and then lifted her head defiantly. ‘I am sorry to have caused my family embarrassment, but I could not let it go. The outcome was humiliating, I agree, but he had to stand there and face the accusations. He hated that, as I saw in his expression, and for me that was a small victory.’

‘He could hold a grudge and decide to get back at you in some way. Your father and I agree that you should withdraw from society for a while. They will soon find some other poor soul to talk about and this will be forgotten.’

‘I will not do that!’ Her green eyes blazed in anger. ‘I refuse to hide away. That will make it appear that I am ashamed and mistaken by accusing him of violently attacking me. I am not ashamed or mistaken! I did what had to be done.’

Harry studied his niece through narrowed eyes. ‘There is a real chance he will try to make life difficult for you.’

‘Let him try! I will not be taken by surprise a second time.’

‘I agree with my sister, Uncle. If she slinks away, he will believe she is frightened of him and that he can now get away with anything.’ Identical defiance radiated from him as he turned his attention to Dan. ‘Don’t you agree, sir?’

‘It would not be my place to offer advice, but I am sure you will be vigilant.’

Richard nodded. ‘We will, sir.’

When Harry studied the two of them, he couldn’t hide the pride he felt. Brother and sister were supporting each other, as it had always been, but he was well aware their defiance could cause even more trouble. He stood up. ‘We must leave you to rest now, but I want your promise that at the first sign of trouble, you will come straight to me.’

The two men didn’t talk on the short journey to Harry’s residence, but when the carriage stopped outside the house, he turned to Dan. ‘Could you come in for a while? I need to discuss this disturbing situation with you.’

Dan agreed and followed him into the house.

Settled in comfortable leather chairs in the library with a small glass of brandy each, Harry sighed deeply. ‘My poor darling Hester. I never imagined returning to something so terrible and worrying. I should have been here.’

Dan sipped his drink. ‘And what would you have done if you had been here?’

‘I would have moved heaven and earth to find who did this, and then beaten him to a pulp for daring to hurt my niece!’

‘Then you would have ended up in court and perhaps prison, so what good would that have done?’

‘It would only have made things worse.’

‘You would have caused your family more grief.’

‘I know. Give me your honest opinion, Dan, do you believe Hester is right to accuse Viscount Ardmore?’

He studied his distressed friend carefully. ‘That is a question I cannot answer. I have only heard one side of what happened, but your niece is convinced it was him. I must keep an open mind because only proof will reveal the truth. Her brother believes her, so what about you, Harry?’

‘I can’t believe she would have accused him if it wasn’t true. She can be headstrong, but it’s inconceivable she would make such a dreadful mistake. However, in the light of what she suffered, I do admit there is a touch of doubt.’

‘From my short acquaintance with your niece, I feel she has great strength of character and will weather the storm that will surely come.’

‘I have no doubt she will, but she shouldn’t have to face this. I adore those two youngsters. They could have been mine.’

‘Oh?’

‘George and I fell in love with the same girl, Petra. She didn’t come from a titled family, but she was beautiful, intelligent and strong-minded.’ He gave a wry smile. ‘Hester is the image of her, and when she makes her mind up about something no amount of arguing will sway her decision. George has clearly been at his wits’ end trying to deal with this. I don’t agree with the way he has handled it, but I know he is trying to protect her.’

‘She doesn’t want to be protected. She wants justice. The way she dealt with them this evening shows, very clearly, that she hasn’t finished with this.’

‘I know, and that is what terrifies us.’ Harry gazed into space for a moment. ‘I asked Petra to marry me, but she refused, saying she had already accepted George’s proposal. I was furious with him for he had kept his courtship of her very secret. Heartbroken, I accused him of going behind my back, and that was when the trouble started between us. I couldn’t understand what such a lively girl could want with my staid brother, and I tried to win her back, but she had made up her mind so that was that. I watched over the years and she was happy with him. When she died suddenly five  years ago, we were both devastated, but she had left us with the gift of two wonderful children. I would give my life to protect them, Dan.’

‘You won’t need to go that far, my friend. There are other ways to deal with this.’

Harry leant forward eagerly. ‘I saw you assessing everyone around that table this evening. What conclusions did you come to?’

‘The girl your brother is marrying is only doing it for wealth and status, but she wants these things so much she might well make your brother an agreeable wife.’

‘Let’s hope so, although I think he is doing the wrong thing, but that is his business. What about the Duke and his family?’

Dan paused before speaking. ‘I don’t know the details of this case and, therefore, cannot be sure your niece is correct by accusing this young man, but whether he is guilty or not, that family are furious she brought them to court.’

Harry frowned. ‘You don’t believe her?’

‘I reserve judgement until I have more details, but my assessment is based on what might happen now. The Duchess is kept under tight control and not allowed an opinion of her own, but her husband is not a man to be underestimated. He is ruthless and will do whatever it takes to achieve what he desires. The son is much like his father but lacking vital attributes. He has no consideration for anyone but himself and will do anything his mind wants. I watched him carefully, and although acting the perfect gentleman, I suspect this was because his father had ordered him to. However, his eyes revealed the real man behind the mask of civility. He was furious about the way Hester had snubbed him. He had expected to see a broken wreck, not that beautiful, confident girl who showed her contempt for him in public.’

Harry’s complexion had paled at this assessment. ‘Will he come after her for that, do you think?’

‘He is no fool and my feeling is that he will do everything he can to blacken her name. Your niece has made a dangerous enemy.’

‘You told me in Amsterdam that if I ever needed a favour you would grant it. Can I ask now if you would help us?’

‘I always keep my word, Harry. I had already decided to look into it, but I must ask you not to mention my involvement to anyone, not even to your niece and nephew. As you know, I work incognito and you are one of the few people who know what I do because you were of invaluable assistance in Amsterdam. I trusted you then, and I trust you now not to let your emotions cloud your judgement or loosen your tongue. This will just be between the two of us, for the time being, anyway.’

‘I’ll do as you say.’ Harry breathed a sigh of relief and smiled in gratitude. ‘I can’t thank you enough.’

‘Don’t thank me yet. This isn’t going to be easy. First, I need to find out if there really was a miscarriage of justice in this case.’ Dan’s pale grey eyes took on a steely look. ‘No one can be allowed to tamper with the law no matter who they are. Don’t worry if you don’t see me for a while. Your job will be to watch out for your niece and leave the rest to me.’

‘I will.’ Harry was on his feet and shaking Dan’s hand. ‘You be careful.’

‘I always am.’