Judith McNaught Quote

Before their chaise drew to a complete halt in front of the house a door was already being flung open, and a tall, stocky man was bouncing down the steps.It would appear that our greeting here is going to be far more enthusiastic than the one we received at our last stop, Elizabeth said in a resolute voice that still shook with nerves as she drew on her gloves, bravely preparing to meet and defy the next obstacle to her happiness and independence.The door of their chaise was wrenched open with enough force to pull it from its hinges, and a masculine face poked inside. Lady Elizabeth! boomed Lord Marchman, his face flushed with eagerness-or drink; Elizabeth wasn’t certain. This is indeed a long-awaited surprise, and then, as if dumbstruck by his inane remark, he shook his large head and hastily said, A long-awaited , that is! The is that you’ve arrived early.Elizabeth firmly repressed a surge of compassion for his obvious embarrassment, along with the thought that he might be rather likeable. I hope we haven’t inconvenienced you overmuch, she said.Not overmuch. That is, he corrected, gazing into her wide eyes and feeling himself drowning, not at Elizabeth smiled and introduced Aunt Berta, then allowed their exuberant host to escort them up the steps. Beside her Berta whispered with some satisfaction, I think he’s as nervous as I am.The interior of the house seemed drab and rather gloomy after the sunny splendor outside. As their host led her forward Elizabeth glimpsed the furnishings in the salon and drawing room-all of which were upholstered in dark leathers that appeared to have once been maroon and brown. Lord Marchman, who was watching her closely and hopefully, glanced about and suddenly saw his home as she must be seeing it. Trying to explain away the inadequacies of his furnishings, he said hastily, This home is in need of a woman’s touch. I’m an old bachelor, you see, as was my father.Berta’s eyes snapped to his face. Well, I never! she exclaimed in outraged reaction to his apparent admission of being a bastard.I didn’t mean, Lord Marchman hastily assured, that my father was married. I meant-he paused to nervously tug on his neckcloth, as if trying to loosen it-that my mother died when I was very young, and my father never remarried. We lived here together.At the juncture of two hallways and the stairs Lord Marchman turned and looked at Berta and Elizabeth. Would you care for refreshment, or would you rather go straight to bed?Elizabeth wanted a rest, and she particularly wanted to spend as little time in his company as was possible. The latter, if you please.In that case, he said with a sweeping gesture of his arm toward the staircase, let’s go.Berta let out a gasp of indignant outrage at what she perceived to be a clear indication that he was no better than Sir Francis. Now see here, milord! I’ve been putting her in bed for nigh onto two score, and I don’t need help from the likes of you! And then, as if she realized her true station, she ruined the whole magnificent effect by curtsying and adding in a servile whisper, if you don’t mind, sir.Mind? No, I- It finally occurred to John Marchmen what she thought, and he colored up clear to the roots of his hair. I-I only meant to show you how, he began, and then he leaned his head back and briefly closed his eyes as if praying for deliverance from his own tongue. How to find he finished with a gusty sigh of relief.Elizabeth was secretly touched by his sincerity and his awkwardness, and were the situation less threatening, she would have gone out of her way to put him at his ease.