âHis lordship has made us a fine proposition.â
Lucy stiffened. âA proposition?â She willed her face to remain impassive. Had she misjudged the kind of man he was? From living with her cousin, sheâd come to believe that the men of the ton were venal and selfish. But Colin, sheâd told herself, wasnât a lord as much as he was an officer. And she knew officersâtheir faults, their prejudices, their shortcomings, but also their virtues. Nell was still talking, and Lucy forced herself to listen.
âI canât see any reason to refuse, but Iâll tell him nay if thatâs what ye be wishing.â
Lucyâs heart pounded hard in her chest, and her breath felt stiff. She knew how coercive the aristocracy could be. âWhat does he want?â
âAn active man who finds himself bedridden grows bored easily, and bored guests are difficult guests. They complain about the beds, the noise, the food, even the smell of the air.â
âGo on.â Lucy felt her distrust grow like yeast in a glass of sugar water. Sheâd been taught from infancy to minimize her risks, to take precautions, to remain safe. Sheâd been a fool to disregard that training.
Nell held out two pound coins, and Lucy felt her stomach upheave. Sheâd allowed herself to believe that Colin was an honorable man, but this . . . how could this be honorable?
âHe wishes for you to entertain him during the day. And heâs provided more than enough to pay both you and Peggy for the next two months. Peggyâs da died last month, and sheâs the eldest of fourâIâve been hoping to have enough trade to hire her. And this . . .â Nell smiled at the coins.
Lucy looked at Peggy, her thin arms and legs, already doing exactly as Alice told her. âWhat does he expect me to do?â Peggyâs presence made refusal difficult, and she wondered ungenerously if that was what Nell had intended.
âOh, heâs provided a list.â Nell held it out. âThese things and nothing else. And you may refuse three requests per day. Even better, if he asks for something not on the list, we may keep his coin without any additional obligation.â
Lucy read the list. Nothing salacious. Reading aloud. Writing letters. Games involving cards, dice, marbles, or boards, but no wagers. She turned the sheet over to see if there were additional items on the back; then, still suspicious, she held it up to the light to see if other words appeared. Nothing. Her relief felt like cool water on a hot day. He was exactly who she had believed him to be.
âMr. Fletcher says his lordshipâs relations should be here in two, three days at the most.â Nell grinned. âAnd heâs already paid us.â She pressed one of the pound coins in Lucyâs hand.
Lucy turned the coin over. No scullery maid would refuse so much money for a few daysâ attention to a convalescent. But she still felt vaguely uncomfortable, as if there were a larger game at play, and she didnât know its rules.
Even so, she pocketed the coin. âWhat harm can come of it?â
âThatâs what I thought.â Nell patted her on the back. âGo on up now. And take that basket: Iâve collected some games and books from the public rooms.â
Lucy picked up the basket and headed toward the guest lodgings. She hoped Colin grew less appealing with familiarity. Otherwise the harm might be to her heart.
* * *
Fletcher was standing at the door when Lucy arrived, basket in tow. Fletcher spoke loudly enough that Colin could hear each word perfectly.
âThank heavens that you agreed, Miss Lucy, or I might have killed him by nightfall. Morose and moody, he is, and no cheering him.â
âThen perhaps we can distract him.â She tilted the basket so only Fletcher could see its contents. âSee anything he likes?â
âAh, yes, miss. This.â The coachman smiled