Chapter 9
A Shocking Proposal
Lizzie rushed into the house, her intent to flee to her rooms where she might try to comprehend the events of that afternoon. She remained shaken, and now dread also consumed her. Tyrell must not call! But before she could pass the salon, her mother’s words halted her.
“Lizzie! Where have you been?”
Lizzie faltered, as she had not expected to find her mother out of her rooms. She reversed direction and hurried into the parlor, where Mama sat with Eleanor, an open book on her aunt’s lap.
She could not help being relieved that Mama had decided to get up and forsake her brooding.
“Mama? How are you feeling?” she cautiously asked.
Mama shrugged. Other than the fact that she was neither smiling nor overcome with her customary excitement over this or that bit of gossip or news, she seemed in her usual health.
There was some color in her cheeks—rouge, no doubt—and she wore a beautiful bronze gown with darker stripes.
Topaz jewels completed the ensemble. “I have been better, but it is time to return to society,” she announced. “Where have you been?”
Lizzie tensed. “Georgie and I decided to take a stroll in town.”
Mama studied her. “Did you see anyone?” she finally asked.
Lizzie knew she was referring to any lady of consequence. “No.”
“Lizzie, what happened when Lady O’Dell and Lady Marriott called?” Then she shook her head. “No! Don’t bother to tell me—I already know.”
Lizzie went to her mother and took both of her hands in hers.
“Mama, I am so sorry to cause you so much grief and heartache,” she said, meaning it.
“I never meant for this to happen. But I love Ned so. I thought that you would, too. I will leave Raven Hall, if that is what you wish,” she said, trying to hold back the anguish that the mere thought provoked.
But wouldn’t leaving now be best, considering her recent encounter with Tyrell?
“I don’t want you, Papa and Georgie to suffer because of me. ”
Mama smiled sadly at her. “You have always been the kindest, dearest of the girls,” she said softly.
“There is not one selfish, unkind bone in your entire body. You will go nowhere, my dear. Raven Hall is your home. Papa and I need some time to recover from the shock you have given us, that is all.”
Lizzie slipped to her knees and laid her head in her mother’s lap. Mama stroked her hair and whispered, “Poor Lizzie! You have gone through so much without me. Poor, poor Lizzie. If only we had known!”
“I am fine,” Lizzie whispered. She had been afraid that her mother would never forgive her for ruining the family name, and she was relieved, in spite of everything.
Mama encouraged her to rise. “I am going to take a walk in the gardens, as I have been cooped up for far too long. Lizzie, I do crave one of your famous pies.” Smiling at her daughter, she left the salon.
Lizzie turned to lock glances with Eleanor, who had sat quietly through the entire exchange, reading a book. “Mama doesn’t despise me for what I have done,” Lizzie said.
“Is that what you were afraid of? You poor dear. Lydia has always adored you, child.” Eleanor closed the novel.
Lizzie hurried to the salon door and closed it, facing her aunt. “Something terrible has happened,” she said grimly.
Eleanor raised her brows.
“We met both Tyrell de Warenne and Rory in Limerick.”
Eleanor’s brows shot higher. “Rory is here? Did he see you with Ned?”
Lizzie shook her head. “Aunt Eleanor! If he hears me claim Ned as my son, he will know it is a lie. I have to speak privately with him and beg his promise of secrecy.”
Eleanor stood. “Rory has been friendly with Tyrell de Warenne and his brothers for a number of years, but he has only been to Adare once or twice. I never thought there was any chance of his running into you here.”
Lizzie wrung her hands. “Why didn’t you tell me he was a friend of Tyrell’s?”
“It simply did not seem important,” Eleanor said seriously. She took a closer look at Lizzie. “What is wrong? What happened in town? May I assume you finally made Tyrell’s acquaintance? Surely Rory introduced you.”
Lizzie paced away from her aunt so her Eleanor could not see her expression.
“Actually, Aunt Eleanor, I met Tyrell on All Hallow’s Eve at a costume ball.
” Suddenly Lizzie realized that, considering Tyrell’s recognition of her and his anger toward her, she was out of her depth and she really needed Eleanor’s wisdom and advice.
And that meant she must be honest now. “Aunt Eleanor, he pursued me.”
Eleanor’s eyes widened.
“He wanted a tryst. I did not go,” Lizzie managed to say, swept back to that stunning time when he had wanted her. “Instead, I gave Anna my costume, my mask. She had ruined her gown. Instead, I went home…but Anna stayed. And now there is Ned.”
Eleanor’s mouth had dropped open. She closed it and took Lizzie’s hand. “Are you telling me that the man whose child you now claim, the man with whom you have been in love your entire life, pursued you with romantic intent?”
Lizzie recalled his smoldering eyes, the way he had leaned over her, trapping her against the wall, and his order that she meet him in the gardens. “Yes.”
“Are you also telling me that your sister got herself with child that night?”
Lizzie nodded.
“And today Tyrell de Warenne recognized you?”
“Not only did he recognize me, his behavior was strange. Aunt Eleanor, he was angry.” And she stared helplessly at her aunt. “Why?” she asked in whisper. “Why would he be angry with me? And why would he insist that I am beautiful? Why would he look at me the way that he does?”
For one moment, Eleanor was still, then she clasped Lizzie’s shoulder. “He must be told. You must relinquish your claim to Ned and he must be told the truth—that Ned is his son.”
“No!” Lizzie wrenched free. “What good would that possibly do? He would take Ned away from me!” Her aunt’s words felt like the stabbing of betrayal. Suddenly she feared Eleanor, who until then had been her staunchest and most trusted ally.
“Perhaps he would not take Ned away from you,” Eleanor began, lowering her tone and making it kind and quiet now. “Perhaps he would do what is right.”
But Lizzie did not hear her. “No! No, you have made a promise. We both made a promise! We have promised Anna we will die before ever revealing the truth. No! Promise me now. Promise me you will never breathe a word about this to Tyrell. Promise me you will never tell him Ned is his son!”
Eleanor stared.
“Aunt Eleanor!”
“I promise,” she said slowly. “But, Lizzie, this will not proceed smoothly, I can assure you of that. This deceit has gotten quite out of hand.”
Lizzie backed away. Unfortunately, she knew that her aunt was right.
The following afternoon, Lizzie, Georgie and Ned were in Lizzie’s bedroom. Both women were seated on the floor with the toddler, who was playing with toy soldiers and small, matching toy horses. Georgie was building a fort to accompany the toys out of papier-maché and the floor was a mess.
“Ned? You can put the soldier inside. Inside,” Georgie encouraged.
Ned beamed at her and threw the toy soldier at the fort.
“That is not what I meant,” Georgie said with a smile. “Inside. He can sleep inside,” she said, righting the fallen structure.
“Gee,” Ned said proudly. “Gee!”
Lizzie smiled at them both, still sick with the dread she had not been able to shake since yesterday’s encounter in Limerick and Eleanor’s frightening advice.
She got to her feet and wandered aimlessly about the room.
Her mood was dismal and gray and it matched the cool, misty day exactly.
Lizzie heard a buggy approaching and wondered who would be calling now.
She had no intention of parading herself or Ned about for their neighbors, not another time.
Georgie must have been thinking the same thing, for she said, “I don’t feel like entertaining anyone today.”
“Good.” Lizzie tried to smile at her. “Neither do I.”
Georgie straightened, still seated cross-legged on the floor, and she regarded Lizzie unwaveringly. “You are so sad. Lizzie, do you want to talk about it?”
Lizzie walked over to the window, her back to her sister.
“Or rather, do you want to talk about him?”
Lizzie gripped the sill. The window was slightly ajar to let the wonderful June breeze into the room. She desperately wanted to talk about Tyrell. “I don’t know what to do,” she said in anguish.
Georgie stood, dusting off her ivory dress. “Lizzie? He is interested in you.”
Lizzie whirled. “That’s impossible!”
“Why do you deny it? After all, he gave you this child. Clearly his interest has not waned.”
Lizzie shook her head in denial as her heart leapt in her breast. She remained head over heels in love with Tyrell de Warenne, and she always would, but she feared him as she feared no other human being.
“What—what makes you think he has an interest in me?”
Georgie almost laughed. “Well, take your pick! He intends to call. He could not take his eyes off of you. His stare was, at times, frankly lecherous. He was clearly angry with you, and such heat indicates interest, at least. Did you slight him somehow?”
“I have not seen him since All Hallow’s Eve in 1812!” Lizzie exclaimed. “That is a year and a half ago—no, more!”
“Perhaps he knows you have had his child?” Georgie suggested.
Lizzie turned miserably back to the window.
“No.” She suddenly wondered if she dare tell Georgie that Ned was Anna’s child, not hers.
She needed her as a confidante, just as she needed Eleanor, too.
And she was so sick of the lies. But she had promised Anna that her secret was safe forever.
And Anna was so happy now. Her most recent letter indicated that they were hoping to have a family soon. She seemed deeply in love with Thomas.