Reckless in Innocence ~ A #Free Historical Romance story ~ Part Eleven

Reckless in Innocence

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Reckless in Innocence

Reckless in Innocence

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Read the earlier parts one , two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten

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Part Eleven

Chapter Four

“I have seen the book, Percy. I know of your wager.” Marcus leaned back in the leather armchair before the empty hearth at White’s, still gripping Percy’s coat sleeve, having waylaid the man as he passed. “As I said leave Miss Derwent alone.”

“Are you trying to push me out, Tay, is that it?” Percy challenged back.

Marcus took to his feet in answer, letting go of Percy’s sleeve. Standing beside the leaner man, he was an inch or two taller. “Believe what you wish to believe, but understand this, Percy, I will not let you touch her.”

“Surely that is Miss Derwent’s choice, Tay. I really cannot see that it should be any concern of yours, unless, that is, you are in it for the sport.”

“What I would wish to know, Percy, is whether you intend to give Miss Derwent the opportunity to refuse?” Jason walked behind Marcus then, and stood beside him, facing Percy, his eyes boring into the man, the air between them thickening with Jason’s obvious hostility.

Allowing his lips to curl into a smile, Marcus watched Percy squirm. The man cowered before Jason, and Marcus enjoyed the uncomfortable expression on Lord Percy’s face. There must still be a scar at Percy’s shoulder which was testament to the fact that Jason’s history with this man was turbulent.

Marcus had stood as Jason’s second on the heath in the mist of a November morning, six years ago. Jason had not shot to kill. He had struck Percy in the shoulder and the wound had been enough to put the other man off his shot but nothing more. Jason had intended to teach Percy a lesson, to send him to the country with his tail between his legs, but his retirement from the ton had only lasted one season.

Angela had insisted that the details of Percy’s indiscretions were never dragged up again. She did not wish rumours circulating in the parlours of London. Yet Marcus knew Jason’s wounds were also scars, memories that haunted and angered him. The reason for their duel would never be forgotten.

Percy withdrew immediately, bowing sharply at both men, but offering no word in parting.

“I should have killed that man.” Jason turned to Marcus, his expression one of restraint.

“If you had killed him, Jason, then you would be the one who had the conscience to live with and not he.” Marcus dropped into his chair, with a sigh, while Jason took the vacant armchair beside him.

“You know that I distrust Percy more than you, but we have not spent the last six years defending his intended conquests. Why are you defending Miss Derwent? Is there more to this?”

“There is nothing more.” There was no question that Marcus would discuss the details.

“Then let me say this, Marc. Perhaps your days as a rake are over. If you will not be honest with me, then be honest with yourself. There are more ways than one to keep the competition away. You know that you could offer for Miss Derwent. Have you considered it… marrying the girl?”

Providing his brother with a direct look that locked horns, like a stag, Marcus gave no hesitation in response. “Ankle irons are not for me. I have never promised you otherwise.”

“And yourself? Have you never promised anything to yourself Marc? Children perhaps? Do you never think of an heir, of returning to the family home? It looks more and more as though Angela and I cannot breed, so if you do not wed, there might be no heir.”

Balking immediately at his words, Marcus’s expression turned to one of distaste. Jason surely knew him well enough to know that he would never retire to the slow days of their family seat. He lived for women and racing, in the order they were stated, and as for settling down with just one woman, it would be like owning one horse, they were bred for their abilities, you needed more than one to appreciate the full range of equestrian skills – and he could never have a child. Jason was to provide the children. That had been their bargain.

Angela would produce in time.

Marcus’s fingers extended on the arm of the chair and then retracted to grasp the tacks in the curved leather. A shallow smile stirred his lips. Then again, he had not looked at another filly, human or horse, in nearly four months. Since when had Elizabeth captured his thoughts above all else? Guilt, Marcus, he told himself. Guilt. You owe the girl a debt, that’s all.

“A woman’s tongue is a cruel thing, Jason. I have never held any desire to shackle myself to one. You did not hear it as much as I. I would do not wish for a wife or a child and Angela shall have her time, it will happen for you.”

“I am not so sure, but regardless, you speak as though I was not there when you grew up… I  heard it enough; Mother knew how to make her words sting.”

“And I have no intention of placing myself on the end of such barbs. I will not live as our father did. I will not chain myself to hell on earth.”

Jason leaned back in his chair, watching Marcus closely. Marcus knew Jason had always been tolerant of his nomadic ways as far as women were concerned. When they had been younger there was no shame in a wayward elder brother. Then he had met Angela and she, too, had disregarded Marcus’s indiscretions. Marcus had supported them both through the tumultuous times of their early relationship and, in return, Angela had always supported him. She never snubbed his women in the street, nor complained that his reputation affected hers. His brother and sister-in-law accepted him for who he was, he had never promised to change. He never could, the fear inside him was too deeply seated, too intense. Irrational perhaps? He did not dwell on that.

“You cannot blame the failure of our parents’ marriage on our mother. Father played his part.”

“Their marriage did not fail, Jason. Father took his own life to escape it. Must I go into the details?” Jason was certainly picking all the untouchable subjects today. “I would rather not discuss it, and especially not here.” Marcus snatched up his drink and swallowed the last of the burning brandy in one swift draught. “Good day.”

Mark stood and walked away.

Jason did not understand, he’d been younger. He had not seen what Marcus had seen. He had not found what Marcus had found.

The pain inside was a living, breathing monster in Marcus’s blood and bone as Marcus walked from the club. He needed to get away, get out of sight in case he let it show. In general he did not remember, in general he sought to forget… there was no way on earth he could ever face being wed. Never.  He would not consider it. The idea actually made him nauseous.

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To be continued…

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Lady Caroline Lamb’s whole disgraceful truth… Part thirteen ~ The honeymoon period of marriage

CarolinelambLast week I told you all about Lady Caroline Lamb’s marriage,which I thought was just such a wonderful real Regency story and then from now on, we will follow Caroline from the honeymoon period into the confused mess which ended up with her caught up in the heart of some of the most talked about scandals in history.

But before I begin this week’s little tale, here is the back ground to this series of posts for anyone joining my blog today, but for everyone following, as always, just skip to the end of the italics where I have marked the type in bold.

I was drawn to Lady Caroline Lamb, who lived in the Regency era, because Harriette Wilson the courtesan who wrote her memoirs in 1825, mentions the Ponsonby and the Lamb family frequently. Also the story of Caroline’s affair with Lord Byron captured my imagination. Caroline was also a writer, she wrote poems, and novels in her later life. I have read Glenarvon.

Her life story and her letters sucked me further into the reality of the Regency world which is rarely found in modern-day books. Jane Austen wrote fictional, ‘country’ life as she called it, and I want to write fictional ‘Regency’ life rather than simply romance. But what I love when I discover gems in my research like Caroline’s story is sharing the real story behind my fiction here too.

Lady Caroline Lamb was born Caroline Ponsonby, on the 13th November 1785. She was the daughter of Frederick Ponsonby, Viscount Duncannon, and Henrietta (known as Harriet), the sister of the infamous Georgiana, Duchess of Devonshire.

Caroline became an official lady when her grandfather died, and her father became Earl of Bessborough earning her the honorific title ‘Lady’ and she grew up in a world of luxury, even Marie Antoinette was a family friend. Caroline was always renowned as being lively, and now it is suspected she had a condition called bipolar. As a child she earned herself a title as a ‘brat’, by such things as telling her aunt Georgiana that Edward Gibbon’s (the author of The Decline and fall of the Roman Empire) face was ‘so ugly it had frightened her puppy’.

And when she grew up Byron once described Caroline as “the cleverest most agreeable, absurd, amiable, perplexing, dangerous fascinating little being that lives now or ought to have lived 2000 years ago.”

Caro and William spent their honeymoon at his family home in the country, Brocket Hall (I just looked that up on-line, sadly now it’s a golf club, looks very nice though). Two days after her marriage Caro wrote to her mother asking for her to send a book on education and the twenty-four volume Histoire Ancienne… – William was very educated, very intelligent, and a man who loved to debate, and Caro was strong-willed,independent, probably equally intelligent, certainly very clever with words, and came from a family where the women were highly respected – equal to their men, and yet she had not been widely educated in the same areas as William, although she spoke several languages. I guess, though, if the man she loved was in a debating mood, she wished to be able to play an equal part… Her mother teased her when she wrote back…”that dear, beautiful, light amusing book.” “Could you not contrive a little rolling booke case you might draw after you, containing these precious volumes,” for Caro to pull about with her perhaps to look up things to debate with William 😉 . (Note the letter quotations are the original Georgian spelling! Just as they wanted to write it).

Four days after she was wed though Caro called for her mother to come and keep her company as she felt unwell, having lost her ‘innocence’, and knowing the Lamb’s I think William would have taken it liberally, her mother wrote to her lover, “I do think it very hard that men should always have the beau jeu (beautiful game/fine game) on all occasions, and that all the pain, Morel et Physique (moral and physical) should be reserv’d for us.”

When her mother left Caro there were more visitors at Brocket Hall, her grandmother, and her uncles. Her grandmother records Caroline’s restlessness as she ‘threw’ herself into one chair, then rose and sat in another, and another. In the end her grandmother took her out for a carriage ride. (I suppose her restlessness may indicate bipolar, which is what people now believe Caroline suffered with).

Many of her family commented on their lack of belief that little frail looking Caro would be fit for the role and responsibility of a wife, she was frequently described as fairy like, which I think was half due to her appearance and half due her flighty nature.

William in later life when he became Earl of Melbourne

William in later life when he became Earl of Melbourne

Two weeks after her marriage Caroline wrote to her cousin, still perhaps a little unsure of her married state… “You told me the happiest time in your life was three weeks after being married. I am not quite arrived at that period but am much contented with my present state and yet I cannot say I have never felt happier..” She goes on then to contrast her present with her romantic love of William much earlier in their courting, when they only had snatched moments, and says they were perhaps happier because there was an anticipation and the fear of loss… But then she tells her cousin how they passed their honeymoon. “he is kinder more delightful & more attentive than even I expected. he reads to me sometimes from nine until two – walks and stays with me all day& I have found not one single moment hang heavily with me since I have been here.” she describes her self as “a soul just arrived in paradise,” unaccustomed to love and life.

Then three weeks after her wedding she wrote to her cousin Hartingdon in the role of the Fairy Queen Titania, Hart still felt jilted by her because she’d chosen another man, he never did marry. “The wand was broke her elves dismiss’d, The Deamons yell’d – the serpents hist, The skies were black the thunder round, When sad Titania left her lord” “Oberon a long adieu, and with him all his fairy crew” “Thus spoke Titania then she sigh’d, Doomed to become a Mortals bride.” 

After the honeymoon the couple moved to what would be their home, in London. William was still on a restrained income, his ‘father’ who was not really his father as William was illegitimate – the product of an affair, short or long – and so because his father begrudged William now being heir, they did not have enough income to rent their own property let alone buy one, and so they moved into his parents’ home in London. His mother, who did not particularly like Caroline, did however generously move from her apartment on the top floor to the ground floor rooms, which gave Caro and William an apartment with a wonderful view of St James Park.

Then the Earl, probably to avoid embarrassment, after all, to the world, William was his legitimate heir, and so he allowed Caro, pin money of £400 a year. Their apartment did have a separate entrance from the street and so at least they could live there entirely independently if they wished… But families were families even then… and mothers were mothers – and mother-in-laws -and indeed brother-in-laws.

Caroline was a little shocked by the Lambs (Melbournes, which was the name of the title) way of life, it made such an impression on her she borrowed the families way of living and used it in her novel Glenarvon, renaming the family Montieth. Her family was of the highest rank of society, and they obeyed all etiquette, with high moral’s applying the perfect Regency facade of all appearing to be of the highest moral standard. Of course we know what was going on out of sight, but Caro was not told about any of the out of sight things, she had been kept blinkered by her family as much as possible, and so to walk into the life of the Lambs…

Dive back to my tales from the memoirs of the courtesan Harriette Wilson and you will hear her tell some of the most astonishing stories of the Lamb brothers atrocious behaviour. I would suspect she could have told some of William too, but I would make a guess he may have bought himself out of her memoirs. But she wrote about the Lamb’s. One of them stole her away from her first real protector, and his father encouraged him, while she was still living with Lord Craven, to make use of a friend’s convenience. In other words sleep with his mistress for free. Then when he did win her, because Craven threw her out, because the boy had been around there so much, he kept her for months and gave her nothing to live on. Then at another point when they were older he tried to strangle her. Harriette told us another of William’s brothers fell asleep in her sister’s bedchamber in the middle of a party because he was so drunk,and then woke up while she was using the chamber pot and walked out laughing… So that gives you a measure of the family Caroline had married into. They really did not care what anyone thought of their behaviour, they behaved how they wished.

Their habits were described as informal and irreverent. Caroline drew sketches of William and his brothers in ‘family attitude.’ Which meant they sprawled in the chairs in the drawing room, legs thrown over an arm of a chair, or lying on a couch with a leg dangling over the back. They were described as a close-knit group of practical jokers, hard-headed and unsentimental. William’s brothers treated Caroline as William’s hobby, and laughed at the fact that she wished to educate herself…

It sounds, from the very beginning, like this is a situation that could explode… boy did it explode… but we will take it one step at a time. More next week… 😀

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