Part 5 (2/2)
Deep down inside her there was a fear that at any moment she would be taken back to Chessington Hall.
The Marquis, however, was intent on making the ball so sensational and so unusual in every particular that Lady Sarah would be furious that it was not given in her honour.
He had already told the d.u.c.h.ess that he intended to invite the Earl and Countess of Chessington-Crewe and Lady Sarah to be present.
”Is that wise?” she enquired.
”I want to see their faces when they learn that the ball is given for Ula.”
There was something almost cruel in the Marquis's eyes as he spoke and the d.u.c.h.ess said, ”Revenge is not always as gratifying as one hopes, Drogo!”
”I shall find it very gratifying,” the Marquis replied, ”and to make my revenge complete, you have to make Ula look much more beautiful and better dressed than her cousin.”
”I will do my best,” the d.u.c.h.ess said. ”In fact, in my opinion, Ula is ten times lovelier than Lady Sarah, who, I have always felt, whilst she has a cla.s.sical perfection, has what my old maid used to call 'hard eyes'.”
”I know that now,” the Marquis said sharply.
They did not talk about it anymore, but the d.u.c.h.ess knew that he was still furious with himself for having been deceived by a beautiful face into believing that Lady Sarah loved him and would have made him a good wife.
The d.u.c.h.ess was well aware how many women had wanted to marry her grandson and how many more had been deeply and wholeheartedly in love with him.
She recognised that it had been a very bitter setback for him to realise that he had made a fool of himself. She could only hope that it would not make him more cynical about love than he was already.
Because she had always loved Drogo more than any of her other grandchildren, she had always hoped that he would find a girl to marry who would love him for himself and not for his t.i.tle and his very great possessions.
She could hardly imagine it possible that Lady Sarah should not have fallen in love with him as all the rest of her s.e.x seemed to do.
It had disillusioned him to the point where he was wholly obsessed by the idea of taking his revenge upon her.
'And when he has done so,' she asked herself, 'where will it get him?'
It would certainly drive him back into the arms of the married, sophisticated women, who in her opinion engaged far too much of his time, as well as his brains and money.
The d.u.c.h.ess, however, did not say anything about this to Ula, when on the following day they once again went shopping.
On the way home, after it seemed to Ula that they had bought up everything in Bond Street, she slipped her hand into the d.u.c.h.ess's and said, ”You don't think it wrong, ma'am, that I should accept so much form his Lords.h.i.+p? I am sure Mama would be shocked. But, as he thinks I am helping him, perhaps it is not wrong, as it would be if it was just for me.
”You are not to worry your head over the whys and wherefores,” the d.u.c.h.ess said firmly. ”Drogo is a law unto himself and, if he wants something, he invariably gets it.”
Her voice was very kind as she went on, ”All you have to do is to enjoy yourself, my child, and remember that you are a reflection of your mother, who shone like a star at every ball she attended.”
”I shall never be as beautiful as Mama,” Ula sighed. ”But I cannot help feeling that she would be pleased that I have escaped from Chessington Hall.”
She paused before she said hesitantly, ”Last night I a woke up and found I was a screaming because I thought Uncle Lionel was a beating me.”
”Forget him!” the d.u.c.h.ess said sharply. ”There is no reason why he should frighten you anymore and he will not interfere in your life again from now on.”
There was silence and then Ula said in a very small voice?
”But a what is to a become of me a when I am no longer of any a use to his Lords.h.i.+p?”
”I have been thinking about that,” the d.u.c.h.ess replied, ”and I intend to ask him if you will come and live with me. You may find it rather dull, but I am sure, even if you are not living at Raventhorpe House, a great many of your admirers will call on us in Hampstead.”
Ula gave a cry of delight.
”Do you really mean that? Are you quite a sure you want me? You are not just being a kind?”
”I would love to have you,” the d.u.c.h.ess replied, ”but I have a feeling that long before that you will be married.”
Ula shook her head and the d.u.c.h.ess said firmly, ”Of course you will! In fact I shall consider it an insult if, having produced, with the help of my grandson, a new star in the social firmament, there are not at least a dozen eligible young men knocking on the door and laying their hearts at your feet.”
The way the d.u.c.h.ess was speaking was so funny that Ula laughed.
”I am sure they will do nothing of the sort,” she said, ”but it would be very exciting to have even a one proposal.”
There were no proposals at the reception that took place in the afternoon. But wearing a very beautiful gown, Ula received a great number of compliments from the d.u.c.h.ess's friends.
Most of them had known her mother and all of them without exception remembered the sensation Lady Louise had caused when she ran away on the night before her wedding.
Before the reception, Ula had been a little afraid that some of the d.u.c.h.ess's friends might criticise or condemn her mother, in which case she would have found it difficult to be polite to them.
But without exception they all told her how beautiful her mother had been and how brave it had been of her to marry the man she loved rather than the Duke chosen for her by her father.
”She was so different from the other girls of her age,” one lady said, ”and I am sure, my dear, that you are very like her.”
”What made her so different?” Ula enquired.
The lady paused and then she said, ”I think it was that she was obviously so good in herself, that it was difficult, in spite of her beauty, for us to be jealous of her.”
She smiled as she explained, ”She was always prepared to share everything, even the men who admired her, with the girls who did not have as many partners as she had. It would have been impossible to dislike anyone who was so warm-hearted and so lovable.”
After all the cruelly unkind things her uncle and aunt had said about her mother, it gave Ula a warm feeling to hear people talk of her like that.
To the lady who had first spoken she said, ”Thank you very much for what you have said to me. I only wish Mama could a hear you. She would be a very proud.”
Everybody to whom Ula talked asked the same questions.
Had her mother been happy, really happy? Had she no regrets at running away as she had?
”Mama and Papa were the happiest couple in the world,” Ula replied. ”As for regrets, Mama always said that she thanked G.o.d every day when she said her prayers for giving her Papa and letting her be brave enough to run away with him.”
By the time the reception was over, the d.u.c.h.ess had received a dozen invitations to luncheon and dinner parties to which she was to bring Ula. Also the promise of invitations to several b.a.l.l.s that would arrive in the next day or so.
”You were a huge success, child,” she said as the last guest departed and they were alone in the flower-filled drawing room where the reception had taken place.
”It was very exciting to hear all your friends saying such nice things about Mama,” Ula said.
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