Never Trust a Rebel(14)

‘But we leave at first light. There are papers to be signed—’

‘I am sure you can arrange for them to be sent on to Bath, or new ones can be drawn up there. I am not prepared to leave Miss Salforde until I have at least seen the viscount.’

The merest flicker of annoyance crossed the secretary’s face.

‘If that is your wish, sir, you are welcome to come with us, but it will be very cramped.’

‘Then leave the maid behind,’ snapped Drew. ‘Miss Salforde has managed perfectly well without one thus far.’

Settle’s lips closed tightly for a moment while he regained his composure.

‘Very well,’ he said at last. ‘We will be leaving here promptly at seven o’clock tomorrow morning. I am sure Miss Salforde is anxious to complete the journey and join her new family.’

The slight upward inflexion demanded a response from Elyse, who was still looking shocked.

‘I am, of course,’ she managed. ‘But I should very much like my guardian to come with me.’

Drew gave a little bow. So she, too, was uneasy at this unexpected turn of events.

He was somewhat reassured by the homely, smiling countenance of the housekeeper who appeared in answer to the bell and requested that miss should follow her upstairs. Elyse rose and gave Drew her hand, accompanied by a tremulous little smile.

‘Until tomorrow, then, Mr Bastion.’

‘Until tomorrow.’ He squeezed her fingers. ‘I shall find myself lodgings for the night and send you word of where I shall be, in case you need me.’

‘Thank you.’

He watched her follow the housekeeper out of the room, then turned back to the secretary.

‘The viscount’s departure is very sudden.’

Settle inclined his head.

‘His lordship was most put out that he could not stay to welcome you.’

‘I would have thought he might have spared one of his family to be here. Miss Salforde’s fiancé, for instance.’

‘Mr Reverson was desolated that he could not remain, but he has put his faith in me to bring his bride to him in time.’

‘In time?’

Drew’s eyes searched the man’s face but the smooth mask did not slip for an instant.

‘In good time, I should say, sir.’



Drew took his leave, his mind working on what possible motive the viscount could have had for leaving town so abruptly. The first one that came to mind was that he was trying to wriggle out of the marriage contract. After all, if Reverson cried off then the debt would have to paid, in full, but if Elyse failed to arrive… The viscount’s letter had stipulated that Elyse should be delivered into his care by Michaelmas if the contract was to stand. But Michaelmas was almost two weeks away and Elyse would be in Bath in three days, five at most.

Unless something unfortunate occurred on the road.

Drew shook his head, laughing at himself.

‘I am growing far too suspicious and seeing villains at every turn,’ he muttered. ‘This is nothing more than the precocious whim of a rich man.’

He knew the road to Bath well—too well—and had his own reasons for not wanting to go there, but he had promised Harry that he would see his daughter safely installed with her new family, and he would have to do so, whatever the consequences.



Drew arrived early at the Whittlewood mansion the following morning. There had been no opportunity to visit his bankers, but if he was travelling as Lord Whittlewood’s guest then he should not require much money for this journey, and it would be easy enough to draw funds once he arrived in Bath. A travelling chaise was ready and waiting at the door when he arrived and at the stroke of seven he escorted Elyse from the house.

‘I had the distinct impression Settle was disappointed to see me,’ he murmured.

She showed none of her nervousness of the previous day and a sparkle of mischief lit her eyes.

‘He said if you were late we would have to go without you.’

He raised one quizzical eyebrow.

‘And would you have minded that? I thought you could not wait to see the back of me.’

‘That is true, of course, but I have no doubt if we had set off you would have come after us, and that would not have improved your temper one jot!’

He laughed as he followed her into the carriage, glad she had recovered her spirits.



The first leg of the journey was accomplished in almost near silence. Elyse seemed preoccupied, possibly anxious about her reception at her new home, thought Drew, or perhaps it was merely the dour presence of Settle sitting opposite them. When they made the first stop to change horses Drew followed the secretary out of the coach and took the opportunity to stretch his legs. Knowing how quickly the ostlers could accomplish their task he merely walked a little way around the inn yard. As he made his way back to the carriage he noted that there was no crest upon the door. Settle was in earnest conversation with the coachman and instead of climbing aboard Drew waited for him.

‘If I were Miss Salforde I might be aggrieved that the viscount has not put one of his own carriages at her disposal,’ he remarked as Settle came up.

‘The viscount keeps only one travelling carriage in town and he had need of that himself,’ came the reply. ‘I can assure you no slight is intended to Miss Salforde.’

‘I hope not,’ said Drew. ‘I notice you have no outriders.’

The secretary spread his hands.

‘Outriders are not necessary since we are travelling in an unmarked carriage.’

Drew’s brows rose. ‘The road to Bath must have improved considerably since the last time I travelled it.’

Settle’s face remained a polite mask.

‘I have no doubt it has, sir.’



Elyse watched the two men talking outside the carriage and was aware of her growing unease. She did not know what she had expected to happen when she arrived in London, but she had thought at least that Lord Whittlewood and his family would have been there to greet her. Settle was perfectly civil but she could not like him and was thankful that Drew had not washed his hands of her. The idea of travelling all the way to Bath in the company of the cheerless secretary had been very daunting indeed and after her disastrous attempts to flirt with Drew she was wary of showing too much friendliness to any man.

They set off again and were soon crossing the bleak expanse of Hounslow Heath. Mr Settle’s observation that the guard sitting up beside the driver was armed with a blunderbuss gave her some reassurance, but she was relieved when they had left the infamous heath behind them.



She could not fault the inn chosen for their first overnight stop, but Drew took exception to the secretary’s assertion that they need not bother with a private parlour.

‘And where are we to dine?’

‘When I made the arrangements I assumed Miss Salforde would take dinner in her room, since she was travelling alone and I would not presume—’

‘No, I hope you would not,’ retorted Drew. ‘However, Miss Salforde is not travelling alone now, and she will dine with me.’

Elyse might think Drew far too autocratic but in this instance she was pleased that he had overridden the secretary’s plans, as she told him when at last they were alone in the private parlour the landlord had found for them. She was very conscious of their previous dinner together and was anxious to make amends.

‘I would have had a very miserable journey if I had been obliged to travel alone with Mr Settle.’

‘He is not the most stimulating company is he?’ Drew grinned. ‘I imagine he is enjoying a bowl of thin gruel in his room even as we speak.’

Elyse giggled. ‘Poor man. I only hope he will not be in trouble with the viscount for this extra expenditure. I cannot think Lord Whittlewood meant any discourtesy, but if he has been taken ill then perhaps he was not thinking too clearly.’

‘Perhaps not, but surely his family might be expected to consider your plight.’

She had been thinking the same thing and did not wish to dwell on it. She sought quickly for another subject.

‘How long will it take us to reach Bath do you think?

‘We should be there the day after tomorrow, travelling in easy stages.’

‘You sound very confident of that, sir. Do you know this road well?’

‘Well enough, although it is more than ten years since I travelled this way.’

‘Was that the last time you were in England?’

‘Yes.’

His short answer made her look searchingly at him, but his impassive countenance had a hard, closed look that did not invite further enquiry. Since she had no wish to antagonise him again she introduced another topic of conversation and he obligingly followed her lead.

The evening continued thus until Elyse bade him goodnight and retired to her room, confident that although she and Andrew Bastion might never be the best of friends, they could at least be civil to one another.



The following morning she arrived downstairs to find a crowd gathered in the coffee room and at the centre of it was Mr Settle, perched on the edge of a chair with his arms wrapped about his stomach. Drew was standing beside him, his face thunderous.

The secretary addressed him in a querulous voice. ‘I am very sorry, sir, but I dare not set out.’

‘Come man, it is most likely wind,’ snapped Drew. ‘Take a little brandy and you will soon feel better.’

Settle began to rock back and forth on his chair, his face creased in pain.