Page 141 of The Belle of Belgrave Square

You nonsensical little goose. What have you got yourself into? I called on you in Belgrave Square this morning only to be informed by your ailing father that you’d eloped, not two days ago, with the infamous Hero of the Crimea. Can it be true? Have you really married the man and in such a hurly-burly fashion?

I should have known this might happen. He’s been pursuing you ever since he arrived in London. We all saw it. I blame myself for not intervening sooner. Had I confronted him, I might have prevented it, but even I—with all my suspicions—underestimated the fellow. Who could have guessed he would be so ruthless as to carry you away? And you on your sickbed!

Your father says you are in North Yorkshire by now, living among the savages. I dare not believe it. You are altogether too good to be exposed to such villainy. I fear the effect it might have on your constitution. I cannot even be sure you will see this letter. Captain Blunt is likely reading your post, discarding anything that might encourage your will to escape him. It’s in his interest to keep you feeling as though you were alone and friendless.

Take heart, my dear. You’re not friendless. You have me, and Stella, and Evie. And though we may not have much power at our disposal to see things right, trust that I shall make every effort to do so. I have several ideas up my sleeve. In the meanwhile, please write to me at once and assure me of your safety.

With affection,

Anne

“Unpleasant news?” Jasper asked.

Julia cast him a rueful glance. “She thinks you abducted me.”

Jasper didn’t appear surprised. “Is that all?”

Julia slowly refolded the pages of the letter and returned them to the envelope. “She’s worried about me. I shall have to write her again to reassure her. She seems to believe I’ll shatter like glass at the first sign of difficulty.”

“Perhaps she doesn’t know you as well as she thinks she does.”

“She knows who I was in London.” A scared little mouse with her nose in a book. A young lady unwilling to defy her parents, even if obedience to them meant she must give up her dreams, her desires, her very life.

Julia was ashamed to recall it.

It wasn’t as if her parents had beat her or locked her in her room without any food or water. She’d had no good reason not to stand up to them. None save her own anxiousness and lack of self-worth.

“You’re not that person anymore,” Jasper said.

“I don’t feel as though I am,” she said. “Perhaps it’s simply that things are easier in the country?”

“Easier? Here?” A glint of wry humor flashed in his eyes. “You can suggest that after the day you’ve had?”

Julia suppressed a grimace. At dinner, she and the children had told Jasper about their tumultuous visit to Hardholme. “It’s easy to be brave on someone else’s behalf.”

“No, it isn’t,” he said. “It’s easier to do nothing. To turn a blind eye. Many people do, even the biggest and strongest of us.”

“I could hardly do so when someone was mistreating the children. They were relying on me to protect them.”

“You did. And admirably so.”

“I’d rather I hadn’t made such a scene. I’d promised Daisy a lovely day shopping.” Her gaze drifted guiltily to the stack of boxes teetering on the bench at the end of the bed. She still hadn’t unpacked them. “I fear I may have bought too much trying to make up for it.”

“I meant to ask . . . Did you put it on my account?”

She bit her lip. They’d had no opportunity to discuss finances earlier, nor to talk about Jasper’s visit to the solicitor. At their first moment of privacy, they’d been in each other’s arms, all thoughts of money forgotten.

But not now.

Now, the reality of their situation all came crashing back.

“Some of it,” she said. It was always more respectable to pay with credit than cash. “The rest I bought with money from my reticule.”

His brows lifted in question.

“I’m accustomed to keeping a large quantity tucked away for books and hair ribbons and things,” she explained.

“Not so large now, I’d wager.”