Reckless in Innocence ~ A #Free Historical Romance story ~ Part Twenty-five

Reckless in Innocence

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Reckless in Innocence

Reckless in Innocence

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one , two, three,four,five,six,seven,eight,nineten,eleven,twelvethirteen,fourteen,fifteen,sixteenseventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four,

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Marcus

Elizabeth stopped at the edge of the terrace and looked back. One side of her face had a satirical orange glow in the light of the harvest moon, while the other half was in shadow.

“Strangely I find myself not in the least bit tempted by the offer, Marcus.” She turned away then and ran down the steps on to a gravel path which led deeper into the garden.

Marcus did not follow. He wanted her, he knew that now, he wanted her more than he’d wanted any other woman, but he would not offer her what she wanted. He would not ask her to be his wife. He could not. He was incapable of that; panic rose even at the thought.

The darkness absorbed her retreating figure. He turned away and walked back across the terrace to return to the drawing room.

Their guests were seated around a table playing cards while Angela entertained them playing the pianoforte. Jason was on the far side of the room pouring himself a glass of port. Marcus walked over to Angela and sat beside her to turn the pages. He was numb inside. He wanted Elizabeth, and she would not have him in any capacity he was comfortable offering.

“Marcus, dear, did you bring Elizabeth here only to quarrel with her?” Angela glanced at him when he turned a page of her music for her. He did not answer. “Where is she? What have you done with her?”

Marcus straightened his spine and tried to slow his breathing, and stop his heart beating with the pace of a spooked horse racing across open fields. “She’s walking in the grounds.”

Angela’s fingers left the keys and grasped her skirts as she swept from the low stool to stand and look down on him. “You have left her alone in the dark? What is going on?” She moved past him to go to the open French-door. “You surprise me more and more. I did not think you could be cruel. I shall find her if you will not.”

He caught hold of her narrow wrist. “She will not wish to see me. There is no point in my looking.” Nonchalance had swept into his words, it was the instinctive facade of the man he’d shown to the world for years. The man who cared for nothing but hedonism. To any other person in the room it would appear that he did not give one iota for Elizabeth, but Angela knew him too well.

“If you care for her, Marcus,” she breathed on a harsh whisper, “then this is not how you treat her.” She turned sharply to walk away and collided with Jason’s chest.

“I will go.” For the first time in his life Marcus heard a tone of strong disapproval in his brother’s voice.

Elizabeth

“Miss Derwent!”

The voice carrying through the darkness, searching for her, belonged to Marcus’s brother.

Elizabeth swallowed her tears, still unsure if she was crying from anger, regret or simply from a broken heart. She’d followed the avenue of cherry trees and reached a fountain, where three nymphs poured water from conch shells into a round pond full of floating lily pads. Moonlight had illuminated the white stone path before her and now it sparkled on the dark water. Her emotions were too strong to be captured in words or claimed by her voice. Her tears had fallen without her even being aware that they did.

“Miss Derwent…”

He was within a distance to see her, but she did not turn around, she held on to the last few moments to regain her composure.

“Are you were feeling unwell? Angela is playing the pianoforte, and the other ladies have requested dancing. Will you join us?”

She wiped her eyes discreetly in the hope he would not see, then turned to face him.

“I’m afraid, Lord Campbell, I have a slight headache and I am not up to dancing. Would Angela forgive me, do you think, if I retired for the evening?”

“Angela does not need to forgive you, she would not have you sit there and endure the evening if you are not well, Miss Derwent. I will gladly pass on your apologies if you wish to retire.”

“And, tomorrow, my Lord… would you be able to drive me to Tunbridge Wells? I believe that from there I may catch the mail coach?”

“You wish to return to London?” There was a note of disappointment and surprise in his voice.

“I think I must, Lord Campbell.”

“Can I not persuade you to remain with us for another day, until we all return?” He hesitated, waiting to see if she would change her mind.

She would not. She needed to leave, she’d made enough of a mull of things.

When she said nothing, he continued. “Very well, Miss Derwent, if that’s what you wish. Have you the fare to return home?”

She had not even thought of the cost. “No. I… Would you loan me the fare? I will have my father repay you when you return to London.”

“It is of no matter. I am happy to pay it.” He lifted his arm. “May I escort you back to the house?”

“No, I would rather walk alone. Thank you.”

“Then goodnight.” He bowed, slightly, then turned and left her alone.

She listened to the fountain again for a few moments and watched the shimmer of moonlight on the water. Then when she was certain Marcus’s brother had gone, she turned onto a path that would take her around to a servants’ entrance. She would slip into the house. She did not wish to be seen. She did not wish to face the embarrassment of seeing Marcus again.

She had shamed herself twice, given her body to man who wished for nothing more than that. She would break the hold he had over her now. She would not be drawn to him again.

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Lady Caroline Lamb’s whole disgraceful truth… Part Nineteen ~ The pressures that open the cracks in the Lambs ill-fated marriage

CarolinelambCaroline gave birth to her child, Augustus, in my last piece on Caroline Lamb but unfortunately for Caroline fate liked to play cruel games with her life…

Read the history to this series of posts if you are new to my blog, but if you’ve read it before as always skip to the end of the italics where I have marked the font 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.” 

Caroline loved her new son Augustus, and from her letters she took an active part in his life. She often mentions things that imply she did not simply leave Augustus in the hands of servants. She wrote a letter to William on one occasion stating ‘After Dear boy was gone to bed‘ and to her mother she wrote, ‘My little boy has had the Cow pocks very effectively I hope for it has pitted him sadly and made him look thin & pale. He really is a beautiful Baby but feverish as he has been these four days past. William is growing very fond of him- but of course is less so than I in outward demonstrations.

But when Augustus was nine months old something happened to distress her, Augustus had a convulsive fit. Yet fits are common in small children and there was no reason to assume it might be anything more than a response to a high temperature. Doctors at the time also said it might be due to Caro’s regular fainting spells when she was pregnant.

Caroline fell pregnant again and she continued to write to her family both of Augustus and of her own condition. ‘my little boy is really grown as blooming stout and lively as your little Georgiana which is saying everything he has more colour in his lips than he did when quite a baby…’ ‘Augutus continues well while I am roundelete…’ ‘I have a little pain in my chest, they think from taking too much exercise & carrying the dear heavy boy, who improves a vue d oeil…

But Caroline had given birth at the same time as others in her family and in William’s family and comparisons were constantly made. I found that mothers at the school gate could be very gloating about a child who had achieved something yours had not, and I used to fight like hell not to care because I didn’t want to put any pressure on my child, and I can hear in Caro’s words above a mother who is trying to ensure her cousin that her child is just as good, but then she goes on to say, ‘though a year and a month old tomorrow he can neither walk alone nor speak a word – but laughs like a Lamb and grows very like me...’ 13 months would be young to walk and talk so she could not have been worried too much, and yet some children can walk at nine months, and perhaps she was comparing her son to her cousin’s child, or perhaps simply trying to brag that Augustus laughed.

Yet by the time Augustus was seventeen months old he was still neither walking nor saying and words, and Caro then lost another child, she gave birth to a premature little girl on the 29th January 1809, the child lived for a day, then died on her grandmother’s lap, and after this, Caroline’s and Williams marriage endured still more trials when Augustus began to have regular fits. It could not then be swept a way as something unusual and minor, it was clear that all was not well with Caro’s and William’s child, and in that era, in a family in high society, that was an embarrassment.

While William’s parents called Caro ‘the beast‘ behind her back, Caroline’s and William’s marriage began to develop cracks. He had the power to leave the house and travel, while she was left at home to mourn the loss of another child whom she had carried for months seen into the world and then lost, and to try to understand and support the only child she did have with an illness which in those days would have parents choosing to lock a child away out of sight and out of mind, and yet Caro loved him.

Caro wrote to William on the 14th September 1809, ‘I have been playing all day with that pretty little Augustus of yours, he is the dearest child I ever saw & shows where you are gone by pointing to the sea… God Bless you love, your own faithful Wiffins.’

But I think beneath her bright words and her hopefulness, she was beginning to feel distance because at this time, she started writing numerous letters to her cousin Hart, the heir to the Duke of Devonshire, though he did not often write back, and considering he had thought of himself as Caro’s future husband for most of his life, her letters were very flirtatious. ‘Caroline George is the delight of Brocket Hall give her 3 kisses for me & mind I never will give you another while you live – you are a bad good for nothing boy..’

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