Earl Lessons by Valerie Bowman

Chapter Seven

When David arrived at Bell’s town house the next morning, it was as if he’d stepped into a conservatory instead of a foyer. Large vases of flowers lined every conceivable space in the entryway and stood side-to-side upon the table and along the wall near the salon. There were roses, lilies, daffodils, and a variety of other flowers he couldn’t even name, in all shapes, sizes and colors. The sweet smell was nearly overpowering.

An older blond lady stuck her head around one of the vases on the corner of the longest table. “Oh, Lord Elmwood, is that you?”

David straightened his back as if called to attention. “Madame?”

The older woman emerged from behind the vases and presented her hand. She was wearing a dark-blue gown. “I’m Lady Angelina, the Dowager Marchioness of Bellingham. I’m so pleased to meet you. Pardon me for the informality, but I was away yesterday when you came to visit.”

Not at all certain he was paying proper respect to a marchioness, David bowed over her hand, while she fell into a curtsy. Bell’s mother was lovely. Lady Angelina was around fifty years old and had a trim figure and a beautiful face. She looked like an older version of her daughter. There was some graying hair at Lady Angelina’s temples, but he certainly could see the family resemblance. She had the same arresting ice-blue eyes as both of her children.

David decided to say the thing that lingered on the tip of his tongue. “I can only guess you had as many suitors when you were Lady Annabelle’s age,” he said, glancing about at the flowers.

Lady Angelina flushed and David immediately regretted his remark. Damn. That was probably a forward thing to say, especially given that he didn’t know her well.

“I had several offers my first Season,” the older woman replied, smoothing a hand over the top of her head. “But Lord Bellingham quite swept me off my feet and we married quickly.”

“I see,” David said, not wanting to make her any more uncomfortable. He should limit his speech until he’d been properly tutored. He pivoted on his heel and cleared his throat. He’d already bungled the proper thing to say to a dowager marchioness. What was next? Er, what, precisely, was the proper thing to say when faced with so many flowers? “I’ve never seen so many flowers,” he finally uttered, feeling like an idiot.

Lady Angelina shook her head and lifted a large vase of daisies into her arms. “They’re for Annabelle,” she said with a sigh. “Word has clearly got out that she’s back in London.”

David frowned. “Lady Annabelle must have many suitors,” came the next sentence from his mouth. Excellent. He was clearly committed to saying obvious things today. Bad form.

Lady Angelina lifted her gaze skyward. “You’ve no idea. It’s become quite tiresome…particularly because Annabelle has shown no interest in any of them.” The older woman set the daisies on another table on the opposite side of the hall.

David nodded. “Is that so?”

“Yes, she’s had a score of offers the last five Seasons and has turned them all down with hardly a moment’s thought.” Lady Angelina voice was filled with frustration. “Oh, but I must tell you I wouldn’t mention such a thing to you if you weren’t nearly family already. It’s considered ill-mannered to brag about one’s daughter’s marriage prospects, but truly, Annabelle is the most trying young lady. Beau and I have nearly given up on her ever choosing a husband.”

David kept his mouth shut. The way he understood it, Bell was the one turning down the offers, not Annabelle. The marquess obviously took his sister’s wishes into account, however. That was good of him. David would have done the same for Marianne had she received other marriage offers before becoming betrothed to Bell.

But a score of offers? David’s mind flashed back to the men at the club. What was it Lord Murdock had said? “Let’s just say that Lady Annabelle has been out for five Seasons and has yet to pick a husband, despite having at least a score of offers, according to the gossips.”Apparently, the gossips were right.Perhaps that was why Lady Annabelle had behaved the way she had that night in the Harrisons’ gardens. If she were pursued to the extent that the men at White’s made it seem, if she were hounded by men the way these flowers implied, no wonder she’d been rude. But why didn’t she simply pick some chap and marry? That was certainly curious.

“Pardon my distraction, Lord Elmwood,” Lady Angelina said, turning back to face him. “I sent Stockton for more water. I’ll show you to the salon. Annabelle is already there. We’re eager to begin your lessons.”

David highly doubted that. Clearly the two ladies were only helping him as a favor to Bell, but regardless, he would take their assistance. “Thank you, my lady,” he said as he followed Lady Angelina toward the salon.

When they reached the salon door, Lady Angelina opened it. Lady Annabelle was standing at the windows, sunlight streaming in and making her hair look almost silver. She was wearing a dark-pink gown and had a white rosebud in her hair. She looked stunning. David immediately wondered how he’d ever fit into this world with these beautiful, wealthy people. Apparently, it was in his blood, but it certainly didn’t feel that way at the moment. He’d much rather be back in a camp a thousand yards from a battlefield. Dirty and so tired he couldn’t sleep. That made sense to him. That was something he could handle. This was…nerve-racking.

Lady Annabelle turned at the sound of the door opening and quickly crossed the deep rug to greet David. “Good morning, my lord. I trust you slept well.”

“I did.” He nodded and cleared his throat. “And you?” Was it ill-bred of him to ask a young woman if she’d slept well?

“Yes, indeed,” Lady Annabelle replied, with a smile. Apparently not. Unless she was only humoring him for the moment. He supposed he’d find out soon enough.

Lady Angelina smiled and nodded at them both. “If we hadn’t had so many deliveries this morning, I would join you, but as it is, I’ll just leave the door open and you two can begin. I’ll be in the foyer if you need me.”

“Yes, Mama,” Lady Annabelle said. She turned to take a seat on the settee near the windows and gestured to David to take a seat across from her.

“Would you care for tea or coffee, my lord?” Lady Annabelle asked when they were both seated.

David eyed her warily. “Let me ask you this…if I were calling upon a young woman I fancied, would I accept an offer of tea or coffee?”

Lady Annabelle smiled and it lit up her eyes. She was even prettier when she smiled. “Well, first, you wouldn’t be calling on a young woman until afternoon,” she explained. “Social calls are made then. That reminds me, do you have your cards made up?”

David nodded and fished inside his coat pocket. He pulled out a card and handed it to her.

She read aloud his name, title, and address.

Lady Annabelle studied it carefully. “Lovely engraving. Lovely vellum. Simple. Clean. This is an excellent calling card, my lord.”

“Thank you. Your brother helped me to procure them.” At least he’d got the calling cards right.

“And I notice it doesn’t say ‘Mr. Ellsworth.’” Her mouth quirked up in grin.

He took the card back from her and stuck it into his pocket again. “That was an honest mistake. I’m not used to calling myself ‘Elmwood.’”

“Understandable,” Lady Annabelle allowed. “As for the coffee or tea, yes, it would only be polite to accept if your hostess offered you either. Unless you were eager to leave.”

David frowned. “Why would I pay a call on someone if I wished to leave immediately?”

Lady Annabelle’s eyebrow arched, and she smiled again. “I see we have much to discuss, my lord. I can think of a half dozen reasons why one would pay a call on another person and desire to leave as soon as possible.”

David frowned. “It wasn’t that way in Brighton. We paid calls on our friends, people we actually liked and wanted to spend time with.”

She nodded. “Yes, that happens here too.”

“But?” He drew out the word and cocked his head to the side, waiting for her explanation.

“But there are also reasons why we pay calls we don’t want to prolong.” She finished by primly folding her hands in her lap.

David sighed and scrubbed a hand across the back of his neck. “Confusing, if you ask me.”

She gave him a knowing smile. “I never said it wasn’t confusing, my lord. But I will teach you the intricacies.”

David leaned forward in his seat. “Why must it be so intricate? And as for calling me ‘my lord,’ I truly wish you wouldn’t.”

Lady Annabelle crossed her arms over her chest and stared at him, blinking at him prettily. “It would be entirely inappropriate for me to call you anything else.”

“My name is David,” he replied.

“Be that as it may, we do not know each other well enough for me to call you by your Christian name, and you don’t know me well enough yet to call me by mine. Only close friends use each other’s Christian names.”

He grinned at her. “Does that mean there’s hope once we get to know each other better?”

Her mouth quirked up again in the smile he was quickly coming to realize was uniquely hers. “Yes, there’s hope.” She shook her head. “Now. Allow me to ring for tea, and then I suppose we may start with the proper usage of the cards.”

“Coffee,” David said.

“Pardon?”

“I prefer coffee.”

“Oh, of course. That’s fine.” Lady Annabelle rang for the butler, who appeared moments later and promised to return with the refreshments forthwith.

As soon as the servant left the room, Lady Annabelle cleared her throat. “So, again, today you’re here early because I’m tutoring you, but normally one wouldn’t pay a call until early afternoon. If one is told by the butler that the lady of the house is not home or is indisposed, you would leave one of your cards with the butler and he would see to it that the lady received the card upon her return, or when she next came downstairs. Or perhaps he might send them up on a salver for her perusal.”

David frowned. “Why would she refuse to see me if she were home?”

Lady Annabelle smiled at him. “Perhaps she’s abed with a megrim. Perhaps she drank too much champagne the night before and isn’t feeling quite well, or perhaps she…” Her words drifted off awkwardly and she glanced away.

“Perhaps she what?” David prompted. What did Lady Annabelle not want to say?

She bit her lip. “Perhaps she doesn’t care to speak with you. Though I’m certain that wouldn’t happen to you…often.”

David’s laughter filled the room. These lessons were already taking a turn for the ridiculous. “I see. But how am I supposed to know if she’s got a megrim or if she’s avoiding me?”

Lady Annabelle tapped her cheek, clearly considering the question for a moment. “Well, when I’m avoiding someone, I don’t return the call. Even though that’s considered to be awfully rude. Just ask Mama, she’s constantly listing the calls I should be paying.”

“I see,” David replied, giving her another smile. “I appreciate your honesty, Lady Annabelle. I would hate to pay a call on a young woman who wanted nothing to do with me.”

“As I said,” she hastened to add, “I doubt that will happen to you.”

“Really? Well, I’m completely out of my element and no doubt will say blunt and crass things to every lady I meet, so I’m not entirely certain how many of them will welcome my calls the night after a party. But I suppose I’ll find out, won’t I?”

“Oh, but with your looks—” Lady Annabelle froze, and her cheeks turned bright pink. “I mean…” She tugged at the cap sleeves of her gown and glanced away conspicuously.

David arched a brow. “My looks?”

“Yes, erm. I mean that…”

“Why, Lady Annabelle, do you find me to be—dare I say?—handsome?” He couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face.

He could see her swallow a lump in her throat. It even made a cute little noise.

“We shouldn’t be talking about such things,” she offered lamely.

“On the contrary, I’d like to hear more,” he said, still grinning like a fool from ear-to-ear.

Lady Annabelle plunked her hands on her hips and stared at him sternly for a moment, but she couldn’t keep from laughing. “I bet you would.”

“No, seriously, please tell me. Am I handsome?” he prodded.

She eyed him warily, narrowing her eyes on him. “Oh, come now. Don’t play dumb. Is it possible that you don’t know you’re handsome?”

“I’m not certain, my lady. I don’t have half the occupants of London sending me flowers the way you do. So I doubt I’m as good-looking as you are.”

Her blush deepened before she answered primly, “Gentlemen don’t receive flowers.”

“What do they receive then?”

She shrugged one shoulder. “Compliments, I suppose. If they’re fortunate. Though one hopes they would receive them with more…grace.” The stern stare was back on her face.

He nodded. “Point taken. And I must say I consider it a great fortune that someone as coveted as you clearly are thinks I’m handsome, my lady. Thank you for the compliment.”

Lady Annabelle nodded, but her cheeks remained slightly pink. “Yes, well, as I was saying—”

“May I ask you a question, my lady?”

“Very well.”

“It seems you have your pick of suitors, why haven’t you chosen one?”

A slight gasp emitted from her throat and David winced. “My apologies. Was that rude of me?”

She nodded slowly. “Yes, well. To be honest, it’s not a question one should ask an unwed young lady.”

David winced again. Damn. He’d already made more than one mistake this morning. “I take it back then. With apologies.”

“No, no. We are going to be in the same family eventually. We needn’t stand on ceremony. I don’t mind answering your question.”