Part 22 (1/2)

”You can send for your solicitor tomorrow,” he said. ”He'll have gone home by now. It must be close to midnight. You all need something to eat and a place to sleep.”

”You need to go away,” she said, lowering her voice. ”Sophy will keep Foxe off for as long as she can, but you've given them a prime story, and he won't be kept off forever.”

”In that case, we've not a moment to lose,” Clevedon said. He held out his soot-blackened hands to Lucie. ”Erroll, would you like to see my house?”

Lucie lifted her head from Marcelline's shoulder. ”Is the c-carriage th-there?” Her voice shook, but she was talking.

Relief surged, so powerful that Marcelline swayed a little. She hadn't realized how terrified she'd been, that Lucie would never speak again. For months after recovering from the cholera, she'd had terrible nightmares. It had left her a little more fearful and temperamental than before. Children were resilient; that didn't mean terrible experiences couldn't damage them.

”I've lots of carriages,” he said. ”But we'll need to take a hackney to get there.”

”Are there d-dolls?”

”Yes,” he said. ”And a dollhouse.”

”Y-yes,” Lucie said. ”I'll c-come.”

She practically leapt out of her mother's arms into his.

”Clevedon,” Marcelline said. But how could she lecture him, when he'd saved Lucie's life? ”Your grace, this isn't wise.”

”It isn't convenient, either,” he said. ”But it must be done.”

And he walked away with her daughter.

Chapter Eleven.

This gateway cannot possibly be described correctly, as the ornaments are scattered in the utmost profusion, from the base to the attic, which supports a copy of Michael Angelo's celebrated lion. Double ranges of grotesque pilasters inclose eight niches on the sides, and there are a bow window and an open arch above the gate.

Leigh Hunt (describing Northumberland House), The Town: Its Memorable Characters and Events, Vol. 1, 1848 Like its present owner, Clevedon House mocked convention. While other n.o.ble families had torn down their ancient houses overlooking the river and moved westward into Mayfair, while commercial enterprises took over what the n.o.bles had abandoned, the Earls and Dukes of Clevedon stubbornly remained. One of the last of the palaces that had once lined the Strand, Clevedon House sprawled along the southwestern end of the street, overlooking Charing Cross. It was a great Jacobean pile, complete with turrets and a heavily ornamented gateway topped by a bay window that was topped by an arch upon which a lion stood roaring at the heavens. Marcelline had pa.s.sed it countless times on her way to one of the many shops and warehouses in the neighborhood.

Within, she found it even larger and more imposing than the street front promised. A marbled vestibule led to an immense entrance hall. At the other end, apparently a mile away, a crimson carpet climbed a great, white marble staircase whose ornate bra.s.s bal.u.s.trades seemed, at this distance, to be made of golden lace. Black, bronze-topped columns adorned the yellow marble walls.

As Marcelline and her family uneasily followed Clevedon past a gaping porter into the entrance hall, a straight-backed, dignified man not dressed in livery appeared, magically, it seemed, from nowhere.

”Ah, here is Halliday,” Clevedon said. ”My house steward.”

Halliday, apparently inured to his grace's erratic habits, did no more than widen his eyes momentarily as he took in the duke's smoky visage, his torn, blackened clothes, and the equally dirty, bedraggled child in his arms.

”There's been a fire,” Clevedon said shortly. ”These ladies have been driven from their home.”

”Yes, your grace.”

Lucie still in his arms, Clevedon gestured the house steward aside. They spoke briefly, in low voices. Marcelline couldn't make out what they said. Too stunned and tired to question anything at this point, she left them to it.

Leonie had wandered away a few paces to study the candelabrum that stood on marble bases, one on each side of the bottom of the staircase. When she came back, she reported in a whisper, ”They would have paid at least a thousand apiece for each candelabra. Was Warford House like this?”

”This makes Warford House look like a parson's cottage,” Marcelline said. ”It may even rival Buckingham House.”

”No wonder Lady Warford wanted his grace back from France,” Sophy said. What if Lady Clara succ.u.mbed to another, lesser fellow's lures? Quelle horreur!”

Marcelline saw Halliday withdraw, the discussion over. He signaled to a hovering footman, who approached, took his orders, and hurried away. Not two minutes pa.s.sed before a great tide of servants began flowing into the entrance hall.

Clevedon approached. ”Everything is in train,” he said. ”Halliday and Mrs. Michaels, my housekeeper, will look after you. But I'm obliged, as you no doubt understand, to take myself elsewhere.” He relinquished Lucie to her mother, crossed into one of the side rooms on the ground floor, and vanished.

Marcelline hadn't time to wonder at his sudden departure-not that there was anything to wonder at. She understood that he needed to disa.s.sociate himself from them. He was merely providing refuge. It was philanthropy, nothing personal.

That explained, she supposed, why the servants treated them so kindly.

As Mrs. Michaels led them up the staircase, she provided the kind of running monologue housekeepers typically offered when taking visitors through a great house. The Noirot family learned that Clevedon House contained a hundred fifty rooms, more or less-”Who can be troubled to count them all?” Sophy whispered to Marcelline-and that it had been renovated and expanded over the centuries. She led them into one of the pair of wings his grace's grandfather had added, which extended into a tree-lined garden.

The staff, Mrs. Michaels a.s.sured them, were accustomed to accommodating house guests on short notice. ”Lady Adelaide, his grace's aunt, was with us quite recently,” she said as she led them into a set of apartments in the north wing overlooking the garden. ”Their ladys.h.i.+ps his aunts often stay with us, whether his grace is in Town or not, and we pride ourselves on having the north wing always ready for company.”

In between pointing out some of the more spectacular furnis.h.i.+ngs as well as works of art, the housekeeper sent maids and footmen scurrying hither and yon, to make up fires in the rooms and find fresh clothing and draw hot baths.

True, the servants couldn't completely conceal their curiosity about the new houseguests, but they seemed to accept the women calmly enough.

In fact, when Marcelline protested that her a.s.signed bedroom was more than sufficient for them all-it was easily as large as the first floor of her shop-Mrs. Michaels looked shocked.

”We don't want to cause an upheaval,” Marcelline said. ”It's only for the night.” The bed was enormous, and they'd slept all three sisters plus Lucie in a single, far smaller bed more than once.

”His grace's orders were quite specific,” Mrs. Michaels said firmly. ”The rooms are nearly ready. We're merely seeing to the fires. His grace stressed the dangers of taking a chill after the recent ordeal. And perfectly right he was. Shocks like that are very weakening to the balance of the body. He was worried, in particular, about the little girl. But we've a good blaze now, in the sitting room.” She ushered them into one of two slightly smaller rooms adjoining Marcelline's bedroom.

The housekeeper's shrewd gaze went to Lucie, who'd forgotten her initial shyness and was wandering about the sitting room, gaping at the grandeur about her. ”His grace said you would want a nursemaid for the young lady.”

Millie had disappeared shortly after Clevedon emerged with Lucie from the burning building. Since the maid was the one who'd let Lucie get away from her, she must have decided not to remain to face the consequences.

”Really, it isn't necessary,” Marcelline said. ”I can manage.”

Mrs. Michaels's eyebrows went up. ”Now, madam, I know you've had a dreadful time of it, but here are Mary and Sarah.” She beckoned, and two young maids stepped out from among the swarm of servants and curtseyed-quite as though the Noirots were persons of quality. ”Very good with children, I a.s.sure you. I know you can do with a little rest and quiet while the maids tend to Miss Noirot. And his grace said particularly that the young lady was to see Lady Alice's dollhouse. That was his grace's late sister,” she explained in a lower voice to Marcelline. ”He said he thought that playing with the dollhouse would take the child's mind off her shocking experience.”

She moved to Lucie and, bending down, said gently, ”Did his grace not promise you a dollhouse?”

”A dollhouse, yes, he did,” Lucie said. She held out the sooty doll, the doll that had nearly killed her, for Mrs. Michaels's inspection. ”And Susannah needs a bath.”

”And she shall have one,” said Mrs. Michaels, not in the least nonplussed. She straightened and put up her hand, and the two young maids drew nearer. ”Would you like to have a bath as well? And then a little supper? Would you like to go with Sarah and Mary?”

Lucie looked at Marcelline. ”May I go with them, Mama?”

Marcelline looked at the maids. They had eyes for no one but Lucie, of course. She was recovered enough to be winsome; and bedraggled and dirty though she was, her great blue eyes worked their usual magic on the unsuspecting.

”Yes, you may,” Marcelline said.

She would have added, They are not to indulge your every whim, but she knew that was a waste of breath. They would pet and spoil Lucie, and she would do as she pleased, and probably drive them mad, as she'd driven Millie mad. It was very difficult to discipline a charming child, even when she was extremely naughty. Lucie, who had the pa.s.sionate nature and obstinacy of her ancestors, was also gifted with their complete lack of scruples. Being a child, she had not yet learned to get everything she wanted by guile. When her charm didn't work, she threw stupendous temper fits.

Yet she'd had a terrifying time, and the pampering would not go amiss. The dollhouse would draw her mind away from what had happened in the shop. At any rate, it was only for a night, Marcelline told herself while she watched the maids lead Lucie away. And while Lucie played princess, Marcelline would have some quiet time to collect herself and plan what to do next.