Tales of the Ton [Anthology]

323 Pages·2016·0.69 MB·English

by  James Eloisa

Proper Englishwoman
by New York Times bestselling author
Eloisa James
The gossips are raging about the Earl of Kerr and his love of French women. But Miss Emma Loudan,
his betrothed since childhood, refuses to be ignored any longer and enacts an elaborate masquerade to
ensure her future husband never forgets
her again.
The Vicar's Widow
by USA Today bestselling author
Julia London
When the vicar's beautiful widow attracts the attention of one of the ton's most eligible bachelors, a
jealous young debutante spreads rumors to bring the flirtation to a crashing end...
Clearly a Couple
by national bestselling author
Rebecca Hagan Lee
Lady India Burton has just returned from years of captivity in a sultan's harem, her reputation in ruins. But
she proves a seductive challenge to a staunchly single member of the Free Fellows League ...
Miss Jenny Alt's First Kiss
by Jacqueline Navin
Companion to her widowed aunt and cousin, Jenny does not see marriage in her future. With many
believing that she is a man-hater and bluestocking, Jenny's dance card remains quite empty ... until a
handsome earl comes to London in search
of a wife.
TALK OF THE TON
A Proper Englishwoman - ELOISA JAMES
The Vicar's Widow - JULIA LONDON
Clearly a Couple - REBECCA HAGAN LEE
Miss Jenny Alt's First Kiss - JACQUELINE NAVIN
A Proper Englishwoman
Eloisa James
Chapter One
In Which a Quote from Shakespeare
Insults the Stodgy and Horrifies the Staid
March 15,1817
Lady Cecilia Petworth to her sister, the Countess of Bredelbane
Dearest Sister,
I take my pen in hand although it is almost dawn, because I know you will be most
distressed when the news of this evening's'entertainment at Sandleford House
reaches you. Kerr has made quite a spectacle
of himself, and although there's nothing new in that (as we've said of your godson
before, he gives new definition to the term rakehell), last night his debauchery
reached new heights. To the horror of all, he escorted a French tris-coquette to Lady
Sandleford's ball. Making mischief as usual, Lord Dressel
strolled up to the couple and asked Kerr if he'd set a date to marry his fiancee. Kerr
merely tightened
his arm around his bird of paradise (for, not to mince words, she was no better) and
drawled the most excruciating vulgarity: something like not until she has my baby in
her belly and my ring on her finger. Lady Sandleford was naturally quite insulted
by such unseemly behavior under her roof, and I'm certain that the story is traveling
like wildfire ... one must be grateful that Kerr's mother has gone to her rest. I shall
write again tomorrow but, dearest, I think the time has come to put your foot down
and cause your benighted godson to marry that poor girl—what is her name? It's too
late at night for an old head like mine. I shall write again in the morn.
Yours in all affection,
Cecilia, Lady Petworth
March 16,1817
The Countess of Bredelbane to her godson, Gilbert Baring-Gould, Earl of Kerr
Kerr,
I have received a distressing communication from my sister regarding your behavior
—or should I say,
the lack of it—while attending Lady Sandleford's ball. What needs have you, pray,
to leave your usual haunts and attend the assemblies of my friends? Of course poor
Cecilia didn't recognize the provenance of your disgusting reply to Dressel;
Shakespeare was never in her line. The least you could have done
was to reverse the quotation and put the bit around the ring before the question of
the baby. Your
fiancée will no doubt be horrified to find that her ability to get with child (and that
without your knowledge) is on the lips of every Londoner. I demand you make haste
to the country and marry
Emma immediately, preferably with a special license. I shall expect to hear that you
have left for
St. Albans by tomorrow at the latest.
Yours with all proper esteem,
Countess of Bredelbane
March 16, 1817
Mrs. Broughton to The Hon. Emma Loudan, St. Albans, Hertfordshire
Dear Miss Loudan,
I am not convinced that you will remember me, since we had only the slightest of
acquaintances at
Miss Proudfoot's School for Ladies. My maiden name was Laneham. I write you
from the deep reverence I feel toward you and indeed, all my fellow students at Miss
Proudfoot's School. The Earl
of Kerr spoke of you in such a fashion last evening that I had difficulty restraining
myself. To be
precise, he said that he would not marry you, implying that you were with child. I
know that this information will come as a great shock, given the unpleasant
implication as regards your reputation.
I hasten to tell you that no one believed it in the least. If our positions were reversed,
and I as isolated from the town as you have been, I should wish to be told of his
disgraceful comment.
In hopes that you are not angered by my communication,
Mrs. Broughton
March 16, 1817
The Countess of Bredelbane to the Earl of Kerr
Kerr,
As regards my note earlier this morning, I have now had missives from Mrs. Witter
and Lady Home. Lady Home informs me that you exemplify the depraved appetite
of this vicious age. Picture my
dismay on hearing my godson described thusly. How long has it been since you
even visited
St. Albans? I know that you have had a difficult time since Walter's death, but your
brother would not wish you to lose all sense of decency. Next week at the latest I
shall expect to hear of your nuptials.
The Countess & etc.
March 17, 1817
The Earl of Kerr to the Countess of Bredelbane
My dear, dearest Godmama,
I can't take myself to the country today and marry my provincial paragon; I have an
appointment to
look at a horse. And a fencing match to attend as well. She will have to wait.
Granted, I haven't seen
Miss Loudan for some time, but she seemed clearheaded enough when I last found
myself in St.
Albans. She won't think twice of these rumors of my degeneracy, should they make
their way to her.
Affectionately yours,
Gil
March 17, 1817
Lady Dyott to her cousin, The Hon. Emma Loudan, St. Albans, Hertfordshire
Dearest Emma,
This will be a quick note, as Dyott awaits me. We're off to Tattersall's to find a pony
for Garret who is quite a bruising rider at age five, and does us proud. You know
how much I hate bibble-babble, but I'm told Kerr informed a roomful that you are
too old to bear a child; I merely wished to reassure you that
I was all of forty-one when Garret was born, and since you are half that age,
breeding is not a concern.
I only have to think of your sporting nature, and I have no concern for your future.
Thank God you
didn't marry Kerr already, because he's nothing more than a job horse, and you
deserve a high-stepper. Do come to London, and we'll find you a proper spouse.
Much love,
Your cousin Mary, Lady Dyott
March 18, 1817
The Countess of Bredelbane to the Earl of Kerr
The news of your appalling jest has spread throughout the town. I have no doubt but
that Emma has heard every loathsome detail. Can you not consider your duty, which
is clearly to provide an heir to
the estate without delay?
The Countess & etc.
March 18, 1817
Gilbert Baring-Gould, Earl of Kerr, to the Countess of Bredelbane
Dearest Godmama,
I'll marry Miss Loudan someday, but not this week. And certainly not due to a jest
on my part, if admittedly in poor taste. Don't you think that the ton has become
alarmingly illiterate, given that no
one seems to recognize a Shakespeare play? I shouldn't worry about the question of
an heir; I've
heard that country air is remarkably healthy. I can turn out five or six little Kerrs in
the next decade.
Yours with affection,
Gil
March 19,1817
Lady Flaskell to her sister, The Hon. Emma Loudan
Dearest,
I was suffering from a stomach upset and so missed the initial flurry of news about
Kerr. Darling,
I'm so sorry! But we must move quickly, Emma, given that your betrothal obviously
must be terminated. You are all of twenty-four now, and fiancés, especially those
with a hefty fortune and title, do not grow, on trees. You have been immured in the
country so long that you have no idea what it is like here. Women are considered
decayed at two and twenty. You must come to London at once and find a husband.
I shall arrive tomorrow and expect to find you packed.
With love,
Your sister Bethany Lynn
March 19, 1817
The Earl of Kerr to Mademoiselle Benoit
Madeline, ma cherie,
While I naturally adore you and kiss your feet in pure admiration, it would not be
prudent for me to accompany you to the opera tonight. The Puritans are out in
force. In fact, I am very much afraid that
I shall have to forgo the pleasure of your company in the future. Please accept this
ruby as the smallest hint of my regard for you. Tu seras toujours dan mon coeur
mime si tu ne seras pas toujours avec moi.
Kerr
March 19, 1817
The Countess of Bredelbane to the Earl of Kerr
Kerr:
I can't force you to abide honorably by the vows that your father made on your
behalf. I take your behavior much amiss though, and I say that to you seriously. I
shall write Emma myself and try to
soothe her feelings. I've no doubt but that she's hearing the same as I: that you intend
to marry
some rubbishing Frenchwoman with putative claims to being a lady. Do so, Kerr,
and you will
never darken my door again.
The Countess of Bredalbane
March 20,1817
Gilbert Baring-Gould, Earl of Kerr, to the Countess of Bredalbane
Tsk, tsk, dearest Godmama.
You who know your Shakespeare so well should avoid cliches about darkened
doors and such like.
When my sainted godfather was alive, did he object to your sharp tongue? I go
about my business with
a rejoicing heart, knowing that you will soothe Miss Loudan's troubled brow. You
needn't worry about Mademoiselle Benoit. While I shall always find a French accent
irrésistible, I concede that the country charmer is my fate. I also know that you, my
sainted godmother, would never wish for me, her beloved godson, to be unhappy,
so you will forgive me if I cease to think about marriage this very moment.
Yours & Etc.
Gil
Chapter Two
March 21,1817
The Countess of Bredelbane to Gilbert Baring-Gould, Earl of Kerr
Kern
You were always an impudent child; I shall never forget how you made me laugh
when you first arrived in my house, and your parents gone but a month. Still, there is
an edge to your jests that gives me concern. How dare you speak of being unhappy
to marry Emma? The poor girl will surely have need of valor, given that your foolish
quotation has gone so terribly awry. I am surprised that she has not yet terminated
your engagement. Expect me tomorrow after nuncheon.
Yours & etc.
The Countess
75 St. James's Place, London
"You are the shame of your sex," Lord Lockwood said, stretching out his long legs
and regarding his boots with pleasure. "You make far too much of yourself, and
have strayed into dissolute habits, and
now your doom is upon you. I am inordinantly happy to see it happen."
"Don't be so intolerably smug," his companion retorted. "Your reputation is as low
as mine has ever
been. 'Twas you who thought it'd be a good idea to bring Madeline and her friend to
Sandleford's house.
I said it'd be a boring affair."
"It wasn't boring after you made such an ass of yourself quoting the bard,"
Lockwood pointed out. "Would you put on a shirt, if you please? It turns my
stomach to look at your shoulders. You're
muscled like a barge man, Kerr. Grotesquely unfashionable, I might add."
"The boxing does it," the earl replied, unperturbed. He was seated at his writing
desk, wearing only
black pantaloons. "At any rate, I didn't ask you here. I've a mountain of
correspondence to get through, and I'm expecting my secretary any moment."
"I'll take myself off. Were you foolish enough to invest in Hensing's canal scheme?"
"No. It sounded intriguing, but the man's a fool."
"I suppose that's why your estate keeps growing, while my living shrinks,"
Lockwood said. "But don't you think there's a chance he'll make a go of it?"
"Unlikely," Kerr stated, not even looking up as his pen scratched over a leaf of
stationery.
But Lockwood paused at the door to the chamber and turned back, driven by
insatiable curiosity. Kerr had finished sanding his letter and was reaching for a new
sheet of foolscap. "So, are you going to
marry, then? To be specific, are you going to marry Madeline Benoit, as all London
appears to believe?"
Kerr narrowed his eyes. "You think less of me than I deserve."
They'd been friends since Oxford, and yet Lockwood flinched slightly at the
expression in Kerr's eyes.
"I merely thought—"
"I heard about your bet in White's. You'll lose that money, as you'll lose any blunt
you put into Hensing's canal. I shall fulfill my obligations to Miss Loudan," Kerr
said, turning back to his sheet as if he had no further interest in the conversation.
A grin spread across Lockwood's face. Kerr looked up and frowned. "What are you
smirking about?"
"You just made up for Hensing's canal. I placed a bet in White's that you'd marry
Mademoiselle Benoit, but that was only to give Etherege enough courage to take my
bet on the other side ... that you would honor your betrothal."
"Etherege must have thought you were drunk," Kerr observed. "Why the hell would
you bet one way
in White's and place the opposite bet with him?"
"I gather he didn't notice that the bet in White's was for a shilling or two. He put a
good four hundred pounds on your propensity to marry the mademoiselle, thinking I
was too castaway to remember my
own opinion."
Kerr snorted. "Meet me at Miss Bridget's tonight?"
Miss Bridget was a Frenchwoman who ran a house that was not precisely one of ill
repute but damn
near close, to Lockwood's mind. "I see that your taste for Frenchwomen is much
like the English taste
for food: predicated on quantity rather than quality," he remarked.
Kerr smiled faintly. "I thought it would amuse the ton to see me with a woman other
than Madeline.
We'll take one of Miss Bridget's young friends to the opera."
Lockwood laughed. "That'll put the cat amongst the pigeons."
Kerr turned back to his papers. "Quite."
Chapter Three
March 22, 1817
Mrs. Broughton to The Hon. Emma Loudan, St. Albans, Hertfordshire
Dear Miss Loudan,
Thank you so much for your gracious response to my letter; to be sure, I trembled