Johanna Lindsay - The Heir

"Well, where is she? I mun admit I've been looking forward tae meeting this most bonny lassie in all o' England that ye found for the lad."

Neville bristled as the large Scotsman barged into his dining room where he'd been partaking of a solitary dinner. Neville's butler, arriving a second later, gave him a pained look, that he hadn't arrived first to give him warning of this intrusion.

"Archibald?" Neville guessed.

"Aye, and who else were ye expecting?"

"Certainly not you," Neville said disagreeably. "What the devil are you doing here?"

The Scot pulled up a chair across from Neville and stared at the butler, as if expecting him to serve him, now that he was there. But to Neville he said, "Ye didna think I'd be leaving it tae ye tae make sure the wedding goes forward in a timely manner, did ye now?"

"Duncan made no mention that you were coming," Neville pointed out.

Archie chuckled at that. "Perhaps because he didna know I was. The boy doesna do things in a relaxed manner, ye ken. Once he sets his mind on a course, he follows it straightaway. Not a bad trait tae have, but a wee bit tae fast paced for these auld bones o' mine. He would've been impatient tae hae me holding him back on the trip here, sae I decided tae follow after at a slower pace, withoout telling him. Impatience annoys him, after all, and ye wouldna hae wanted him arriving here annoyed—more'n he already was."

The last was added in an unmistakably smug tone. Neville didn't miss it and just managed to keep from grinding his teeth in his own annoyance.

"Yes, that's quite a large chip he arrived with on his shoulder. I wonder why."

Archibald snorted. "Ye'll no' be blaming me for that, mon. 'Twas no' me tha' decided he should hae the stability o' knowing only one home whilst growing up, 'twas ye and his muther decided that. A good decision, mind ye, tha' I was happy tae agree wi', but ye could've come tae visit him, tae let him know ye afore he was full grown."

"After the first trip I made up there to do that nearly killed me?"

"Och, ye English are weaklings, tae shrivel in a wee bit o' cold," Archie said in disgust, aware of that one time Neville had tried to venture into the Highlands. "But if he hasna told ye, it wasna that he never

met ye afore now that has him in such a fash, 'tis that yer taking him from his home and expecting him tae live amongst strangers."

"We won’t be strangers to him for long."

"And that he had nae warning that ye'd expect him tae move here."

Neville blushed slightly, unable to dispute that accusation, and said weakly in his defense, "Elizabeth should have told him."

"Aye, and likely she would've if she'd lived long enough tae, puir lass."

"You could have told him long before now yourself," Neville added. "Why didn't you?"

Archie raised a brow at that. "When I was hoping ye'd die afore he reached his majority sae he'd ne'er have tae know at all?"

Neville's cheeks reddened fully this time, but in anger rather than embarrassment. "So sorry to disappoint you, but he would still have become the next marquis, no matter when I happen to pass on."

"Ye'venae other kin, no' even some distant, distant, long-forgotten cousin?"

"I was an only child," Neville said stiffly. "My father was an only child. My grandfather had two sisters, but they both died in childhood. The generations before that had brief lines, but none that have survived. Duncan is my only heir, and I still do not understand your insistence that he can't be your heir as well."

"Ye wouldna mind him living the year round in the Highlands then?" Archie said in feigned surprise. "Och, mon, ye should've said—"

"Of course he can't remain there permanently," Neville cut in impatiently. "He'll have duties here that—"

"As I thought," Archie cut in as well. "But ye ken for yerself tha' for most o' the year 'tis nae wise tae travel far in the Highlands, even for those who live there. Yet ye'd hae the lad doing it? Or are ye suggesting that his duties here would be more important than his duties in Scotland? Or mayhap yer just suggesting that he come home, tae the only home he's ever known, for only a few weeks oout o' each year, during our short summer?"

"No, what I think is that you don't have enough confidence in him to manage an empire on his own. But he's got Thackeray blood in him. Unlike you, I have little doubt that he can do just that."

"That boy can do anything he sets his mind tae," Archie all but shouted. "I'm just nae wanting tae see him kill himself trying tae spread himself tae thin, asyer willing tae let him do."

"So we disagree on what he's capable of, or rather, what you'll allow him to be capable of. This is beginning to sound like those ridiculous letters that passed between us. I wouldn't be a bit surprised if you would disagree and end up spiting yourself just so you can disagree."

Archie actually laughed. "They dinna raise fools in the Highlands."

"I beg to differ—fools aren't raised, they are born, and they can be born anywhere. That you're sitting here arguing with me in my own house is proof of that."

"So yer calling me a fool now?" Archie chuckled. "Actually, sounds tae me like yer calling yerself one." To which Neville said in crisp abruptness, "Get out, MacTavish."

"I'll be staying till the lad is wed, sae the sooner ye make sure that happens, the sooner yell be rid o' me. Sae when is the wedding?"

Neville gave up the idea of getting rid of his nemesis, as aware as Archibald no doubt was that Duncan wouldn't be very pleased if this grandfather of his was refused a welcome. "Your guess would be as good as mine, since he has no one at the moment that he wants to marry."

Archie shot out of his chair in a grand display of Scots temper. "He wouldna have her? I could've swore he said he'd at least meet the lass afore—"

"He did meet her."

Archie's brown eyes narrowed on Neville at the conclusion that answer drew. "Then she wasna as bonny as you claimed she was?"

"Oh, she's definitely the most beautiful chit I've ever seen," Neville replied.

Archie sighed as he sat back down, truly disappointed. "I'd hoped the lad wouldna let his anger get in the way o' his own happiness, but apparently he needs a wee bit more time tae adjust tae these changes being forced on him."

"Whether he does or doesn't has nothing to do with his refusal of the girl. Would have done the same thing myself, after the way she insulted him. A pretty shell is all she turned out to be, with the sense of a twit, not at all what we want for the boy."

Archie made a mumbling sound, then, "So who was next on yer list of brides for him? Or did ye no' investigate more'n this one lass?"

"There are a few other possible choices, but I won't be making the same mistake again of not meeting them prior to making an offer."

"Ye've made arrangements tae bring them here, then, tae get the meeting oout o' the way?"

Neville stared up at the ceiling for a moment. He would have preferred to roll his eyes for effect, but doing so these days gave him headaches.

Calmly, though, as if explaining to a child, he said, "He only just refused the first girl this afternoon. I've barely had time to absorb the fact of all that time wasted on her, much less think of how to go about meeting the others without letting them know why—"

"Yer tae much of a recluse, mon, or ye'd ken tha' the easiest way tae bring folk t'gether is a blasted party. Throw one, a big'n, and make sure each o' yer other candidates shows up for it. The lad can then do his part and decide which he wants tae offer for."

Neville almost laughed. A party? After he'd just kicked a good portion of the ton out of his house, he was now to invite them back?

"A party might not be a good idea—"

"Och, yer disagreeing just tae disagree wi' me, and well I ken it. A big party is just the thing tae gather 'em all in sae the lad will be having a good selection tae choose from. If ye dinna know how tae throw one, get one o' yer society dames in here tae show ye how."

Neville flushed with color once more. "It hasn't been that long since I've entertained."

Archie was less restrained. When he felt like laughing, he laughed, and just now was no exception. Neville did grind his teeth a bit this time, listening to him, and longed for the days when a duel at dawn was an acceptable way to get rid of one's enemies.

"I do know how to go about it, thank you very much," he continued, tight-lipped.

"Then should ye no' get started sending oout the invitations? Ne'er put off tae t'morrow what can be accomplished t'day"

"If you don't mind, I'll finish my dinner first," Neville gritted out.

"Speaking o' dinner, yer a puir host, mon, tae nae be offering me some o' that fine-smelling beef yer eating," Archie said with a sigh, shaking his head as he stared forlornly at the food across from him on Neville's plate. "I do hope ye'll do better once yer many guests start arriving."

The insult didn't work. Neville pointed to the door behind Archie and replied, this time with a smile, "The kitchen is that way."

Archie gave a hoot of laughter. "Ye just might be a worthy adversary after all, Thackeray, indeed ye might. Time will tell, though, but then we've some o' that tae spare now, since ye blundered on that first lass sae badly. Now, where are ye hiding m'grandson, or did ye send him off tae be eating in the kitchen as well?"

"I assume he's nursing his wounds from that viper's tongue somewhere in private. The girl did shred him to the core, or so I've been told. But please, do relieve me of your presence and go find him. You probably are just the thing to cheer him up just now, though personally, I can't imagine a more distressing thought."

Archibald chuckled on his way out the door. "Ye'll get used tae me, Englishmon . . . but then, ye've nae other choice, have ye?"

When Ophelia arrived, Sabrina was out enjoying her daily walk, so the London girl was already unpacking to settle in when Sabrina returned to learn of their unexpected guest and joined her upstairs. And she really was unexpected, and alone, without her parents.

A week had gone by since the Reids had returned to London. Hilary had not heard from Lady Mary

yet, so they still didn't know what exactly had happened at Summers Glade that day when they had all been ousted.

They did know, however, couldn't help but know since it was all the entire neighborhood was talking about currently, that the Marquis of Birmingdale had decided to do some entertaining on a grand scale, after all. And it had gotten out, through the servants' grapevine, which was usually much more accurate than the ton’s gossip mill, that the reason for the extended house party was that the marquis was shopping for a new fiancée for his grandson.

That had been a shock, to Sabrina at least. She still couldn't quite credit it, that for whatever reason, the young Highlander had rejected Ophelia after meeting her, which was the tale making the rounds. It was, of course, what Ophelia had hoped for, but still, Sabrina had been sure that once the two young people met, they would both be quite pleased to be engaged to each other. Instead, Duncan MacTavish was apparently looking for a new bride now, and with the wide selection of eligible young misses invited to Summers Glade, was sure to find one in short order.

Sabrina and her aunts, of course, had not been invited to the grand party, no doubt because the old family scandal had resurfaced again and had reached even the marquis's ears, if he didn't remember it from years past. One avoided scandal at all costs when looking into matrimony; one did not marry into a scandal.

Summers Glade had begun filling with the elite of English aristocracy since yesterday. More than a hundred guests had already arrived, including some of those who had been ousted just last week. But then it was being touted as the party of the year, so not to be missed.

That was partly because so many of the ton were as curious as Lord Neville's own neighbors were, to finally meet the reclusive lord. Others were of a mind that you simply didn't tell a marquis no, for whatever reason. But one countess had even canceled her midseason ball so that she could come to Yorkshire instead. That alone would make the invitations highly coveted, once word of it spread.