so close to the Castle if you donât see sense and employ a duenna.â
When she would have burst out into an indignant denial that he had any rights or obligations toward her, he held up his hand and Roxanne could see just how this supposedly light-hearted rogue had commanded his own ship and several others with ease.
âItâs not because I possess a managing nature that I plague you about this, although I admit thatâs part of it, but I promised your brother Iâd make sure you were well settled and happy. Setting the gossips tattling about you before youâve hardly got your boxes unpacked and your furniture arranged doesnât augur well, Miss Courland. But if you cherish some bizarre plan to get yourself ostracised by polite society so you may become a recluse and ignore all your neighbours, then tell me now and Iâll leave you to get on with it.â
Oh, how sheâd like to snap some smart retort back at him, to claim her position in local society was too secure to need his approval or interference. Inwardly seething, she managed to give him a sickly smile in recognition that he was a guest under her roof, and her uncle had taught her that obliged her to at least try to be hospitable. Somehow she managed to contain the flood of protest longing for release into what she hoped were a few pithy sentences he wouldnât be able to argue with.
âYouâre not my brother and Iâm not obliged to explain myself to you, Sir Charles. I absolve you from any promise you made him and beg you wonât give me another thought. I have many plans for the future, but none of them are any concern of yours. Youâll have most of yourstaff back by nightfall, so I suggest you put your own house in order and leave me to manage mine.â
âYouâre the sister of a good friend as well as my cousin Tom Varleighâs sister-in-law, so do you honestly think Iâll stand by and watch you ruin yourself in the eyes of your own kind when Iâve any power to stop you, maâam?â
Sheâd been wavering until he added that âmaâamââsuch a world of impatience and frustration as it contained, and such an awful promise of what she might become: a mere maâam, a superannuated spinster with too much money and too little sense to find herself a husband. Now she was no longer the mistress of Hollowhurst, would she be seen by local society as another annoying female with no male to guide and centre her, a dangerous woman contained by their disapproval and then, when the years passed and sheâd become a quiz, maybe their laughter? Roxanne shuddered and did her best to hide her misgivings from the abominable man.
âIâm very pleased to say you possess no power over me, Sir Charles,â she informed him haughtily and enjoyed the frustration in his eyes.
âMrs Lavender has arrived, Miss Roxanne,â Mereson intoned from the doorway, which called an abrupt halt to their argument and made it annoyingly plain sheâd already listened to him and found herself a chaperone.
âStella!â Roxanne gasped and ran out into the hall to welcome her visitor, genuinely pleased to see her, but also glad Stellaâs arrival gave her the excuse to ignore the wretched man for a few precious moments. Her letter asking Tom Varleighâs sister to lend her countenance, if she could tolerate the task, had met with a very readyresponse, considering it must have got to Varleigh only hours before Stella set out.
âOh, Roxanne, how lovely to see you again, and if youâre quite sure I wonât be in the way, Iâd really love to stay,â Mrs Stella Lavender greeted her.
âI think youâre the only female I could endure having here to lend me countenance, if youâre prepared to take on such an onerous task.â
âItâll be my pleasure, especially since this rogueâs nearby to make sure you need a chaperone rather
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