words
and actions have condemned you.
“And before you
call her greedy and
grasping, just stop to think for a minute. If she had married me,
she would have
had a half share of
everything I own! If
she was so
greedy, then she would have married me straight away on the
ship when we had a
chance to, not allowed herself to be fobbed off for only a few
thousand
pounds.
"If she did take
the money, it
was because she was desperate, not because she was mercenary. And we
can see what
she did with the
money, can't we? She hasn't run off to live in the lap of
luxury. No, she's
shown her true colors, for she has taken your blood money and
set up an
orphanage to help even more people."
Frederick's brows
knit, but he was
determined to find fault with her no matter what. "Aye, and
orphanage, to
better to lure more people into parting with their cash. Or
better still, it's
a front for a house of ill repute, with underaged girls all—"
"Your mind is like
a cesspool,
and I will not listen to another word against the woman I
love, do you hear
me?" Dalton barked.
Frederick lapsed
into glowering
silence.
"So here's what
we're going to
do, Father. I am going to see Emer now to clear up all these
misunderstandings,
and you're coming with me.
I want
the truth from both of you, and God help you if you've done
all I suspect you
have,” Dalton growled.
“We can’t go now.
Look how late it
is! It can wait
until morning,”
Frederick protested.
“No, it can’t,”
Dalton
insisted. “It
can’t wait another
minute. I
already nearly lost Emer
once because of you.
I’m not
going to rest in my bed until she knows the truth, and comes
home with me here
as my intended bride.”
“If you wish to
marry her, then you
are no son of mine. I’ll
disown
you,” Frederick threatened, turning purple.
Dalton snorted in
contempt. “I never
wanted your money, Father, I only ever wanted your love. But this
proves to
me how little you
care about me, and that you're incapable of such a deep,
abiding, pure emotion.
"So mark my words,
Father, if
you don’t come with me now, in addition to publicly breaking
off my engagement
to Madeleine, I
shall also tell
the good people of Quebec exactly what you’ve done to that
poor girl."
"You
wouldn't dare—"
He gave his father
a look that
quelled him at
once. "For
Emer's love, I would dare anything. Get your cloak, we’re
leaving now,” Dalton
ordered, and went to tell the stable manager to prepare their
carriage.
CHAPTER NINE
Adrian Lovell had
worked long and
hard in the fever-ridden slums throughout the day and night,
doing what little
he could for the many suffering souls who had fallen prey to
cholera.
He and Dalton had
seen to
preparations to ensure that an epidemic didn’t break out in
Quebec, and he had
lingered behind to see if anyone needed to be brought to the
fever hospital
urgently.
After Dalton had
gone home, one thin
emaciated young man had beckoned him over, and asked, “That
wasn’t Mr. Dalton
Randall, was it?”
“It was, son. Why do you ask?”
“I was on the Pegasus with him last summer, and recognised
him.”
“Did you also know Emer, and Captain and Mrs. Jenkins, and Patrick
Bradley?” Adrian asked.
The boy struggled
to sit up, “Oh,
please, sir, are they alive?
Do
you know where they are?”
“I do indeed. They're all in a
big house over on the
other side of town. Emer’s
been
looking for everyone who sailed with her, for she knows all
about you being unfairly
dismissed, and wants to offer you a job, and a place to live,”
Adrian said
reassuringly.
“Did she end up
marrying Mr. Randall
then, and becoming very rich?
They
sure were in love with each other when they were on the