Free Bride of the Solway by JOANNA MAITLAND

enough if one overlooked his red hair. He had very pleasing blue eyes, too, that twinkled with good humour. And he was kind to hoydens on the banks of the Solway. Altogether the kind of gentleman that any young lady would wish to know.
    But was he rich? Oh, dear, she did not know. She had discovered— quite cleverly, she thought—that he was a single man, but she knew little of his circumstances. Perhaps if she had not snubbed him, he would have been more forthcoming? But no. He had not wished to speak of his family. He had inadvertently let slip that he knew little about them. And he had been embarrassed at having said even that. There was no way she could have successfully quizzed him.
    James would not accept such an excuse. What was she to tell him? Perhaps she could draw inferences from what the captain had said without actually telling a lie. Think, Cassie, think! She knew he had served in the Fifty-second Foot and she imagined he would have had to purchase his commission in such a good regiment. That meant he had some money, at least. Good, that was a start. His family came from Scotland, and fairly recently, too, judging by his accent, yet he knew nothing of them. So he must have been brought up in a home in England. Somewhere in England. And a gentleman's home in England, however small, would require money to maintain it. She would tell James that the captain was Scottish-born but English-bred, and that he appeared to be comfortably off.
    And she would say that, if James wanted her to find out more details about the captain's finances, he would have to allow her to meet him again, in easier circumstances. She had done the best she could in the space of a few minutes' polite conversation.
    Yes. She would suggest that they take up Mrs Anstruther's invitation to visit her new garden and that Captain Graham be invited to accompany them. On such a visit, there would be many opportunities to draw him out. Surely even James would see the sense in such a plan?
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    'Never seen yer linen in such a state, Captain. Not even when we was in the Peninsula.'
    Ross sighed and set about smoothing Fraser's ruffled feathers. 'The colonel's man has done his best, Fraser, but it's been precious little use after the mauling Elliott and his men gave to my belongings. Do your best to restore what you can. For the rest, we'll have to buy new.'
    Fraser was not mollified. 'And yer boots, too, sir. Surely the colonel's man knows how to black boots?'
    'Indeed he does, but not boots that have been squelching through Solway mud and then spent days in a sodden and stinking gaol. I'm surprised they haven't rotted through. I doubt even you would be able to rescue them, Fraser.' Ross quirked an eyebrow at his batman and long-time companion.
    'Aye, well, they may not be a total loss, sir. I'll see what I can do.'
    Ross smiled. The challenge had provoked exactly the response he had expected.
    'And in the meantime, you won't go barefoot. There's another pair in the bags I brought with me, and a supply of linen, too. I must have you respectable to dine with Mrs Anstruther. I can't imagine how you looked when you were wearing the colonel's coat. Disgraceful, no doubt.'
    'Perhaps, but it was a great deal better than how I looked when the colonel first found me, I can tell you, Fraser. I had neither hat nor gloves, my coat and breeches were damp and filthy, and everything about me reeked of the gaol. It was a wonder the poor colonel did not put a handkerchief to his nose.' He laughed softly at the memory. 'To his credit, he did not, though he did soon learn not to stand downwind of me.'
    Fraser tried in vain to hide his smile.
    'So be grateful that this is the worst you see of me. Or smell!'
    Fraser gathered up Ross's scattered clothing and made for the door. 'If you won't be needing anything else this evening, sir, I'd best get on with salvaging what I can.'
    'Thank you, Fraser. I know you'll do your best.' He waited until the valet was halfway through