shoulders sagged then. He said brokenly, âThat was very bad of me. Forgive, I beg you, Phoebe, and forget what I said. It is not really so, and was most dishonourable in me to rail at him when he has been so good. Merryâs aâa hard man, but a just one. Onlyâthe thought of my perfect love ⦠given into his keeping!â He swung around, revealing a ravaged countenance. âPhoebe, my darling girl, I am behaving like a proper fool. How much worse it must be for you!â
Phoebe lowered her eyes, wringing her hands in helpless misery. In a flash he was beside her and had dropped to one knee, his strong grip closing over her agitated hands. âI wonât let it happen, dearest. I swear it! Iâll take you off to the Border, beforeââ
âElope?â she gasped, horrified. âBrooks! You cannot mean it!â
He said wildly, âIt would be better than seeing you condemned to life with a man you do not love.â
âIt would, indeed,â she thought, but she put a quieting hand over his lips. âI should not say this, butâI think Carruthers is notâthat is, there is a slight hope that he isâer, reluctant.â
His eyes had narrowed. He searched her face. âDo you say he was pushed into it?â He frowned, then muttered, âAye, Lucille would, at that.â
âLucille? Do you speak of his mama?â
He nodded. âA lovely little creature but has known precious little of happiness, poor soul. She is terrified of him.â
âButâyou saidââ
âShe can influence him. True. He tries to make amends. And, come to think of it, he never has been much in the petticoat line.â Brightening, he returned to sit beside her once more. âThis puts a different light on things. Love, why didnât you tell me at once, and Iâd not have ranted so?â
She said ruefully, âI should not have told you at all and perhaps raised false hopes. Even now, Lamb, it will have to be handled very carefully. My family isââ
âEcstatic, I do not doubt! Oh yes, I can quite see that!â He scowled, thinking rapidly. âWhen do you go to the Hall?â
âTomorrow, if Mr. Carruthers gets back from London in time for us to make a start.â
âI see. Look, Phoebe darling, Iâm due a leave, for I havenât had one since I took that wound at Prestonpans. Iâll talk to my colonel. Iâm fairly sure heâll let me go, and I can be in Wiltshire within a day or two, at most.â
Alarmed, she said, âOh, Brooks, I wish you will rather give me time to try and work with Mr. Carruthers towards a solution. Besides, where would you stay? I believe his estate is rather isolated.â
âIt is, and I shall stay there, mâdear. Gad, but thereâs room enough for me! Iâm a member of the family, donât forget, and Lucille is fond of meâdeluded woman!â He grinned whimsically, then his fine eyes clouded. He asked, âHave you told Carruthers you love me?â
âI told him I was fond of another gentleman, but mentioned no names.â
âHmmn. As well. Better to wait a bit. Andâwhat dâyou mean, âfondâ?â He took her in his arms and smiled lovingly down at her. âI will bring you out of this beastly coil and youâll marry me, if only out of gratitude, and never have to be so menaced again. Only thinkâthis is bad enough, but next time it might be even worse. I heard your papa likes Older-wood.⦠Only say yes, beloved mine, and Iâll protect you for so long as I live.â
It was true; Papa and Olderwood were bosom bows. Phoebe shuddered. âVery well, Brooks. If we can break this betrothal, Iâll tell my parents I wish to marry you.â
âAllelulia!â he cried, and kissed her.
III
Julia Ramsay, at fourteen a younger version of her beautiful sister, gazed at Phoebe with huge, awed