May 1887: Hyde Park, London
As much as Lawrence might have wanted to call on the Kings the next day, Connie had banished him from the house for the morning in preparation for the Kings to call on her. She wasn't prepared to risk scandalous gossip just because he was impatient to see the young lady who had caught his eye so quickly, and besides ....she wanted the privacy of a morning visit to make her own assessment of Clare King and her mother. Still, an afternoon in Hyde Park beckoned, and for that, she had insisted Lawry did come along, walking at his side in the spring sunshine.
"Do try to acknowledge your horde of admirers from time to time, Lawry," she teased him as they promenaded together. "I am sure, once we happen upon the Kings, you will forget all of them in a snap."
It mattered little to him whether they called on the Kings or met elsewhere, so long as he had succeeded in rescuing Clare from the barbs of a jealous rival. He hadn't even realized such things went on behind his back, until he'd heard it in person, and as he and Clare shared much the same predicament, he couldn't help but rise to her defense. "I am sure my horde of admirers would be less than impressed to know that I'm penniless," he reminded his sister quietly and just a little bitterly.
"Dear heart, that is not the reason they admire you from afar and write your name wistfully in their journals," Connie assured him. She'd been through it all herself; she knew what debutantes were like, and her brother was a dream come true for many of those young girls. Another reason she approved of Clare King - she doubted that young lady had ever let herself become wistful over a man, too practical and aware of her circumstance to risk a broken heart. "You are the handsomest man in town."
"That means quite a lot coming from my sister," he replied, with a hint of sarcasm. While he appreciated the flattery, what he really needed from her was honesty. He smiled amicably and nodded his head in polite greeting as a woman with a buggy passed them by. "You know, if Adelaide was still alive, we might have had a child by now," he mused aloud, with just a hint of grief in his voice. Though he hadn't been in love with his late wife, they had discussed the possibility of a family before she had died.
Connie squeezed his arm gently. "And in a year, you may have a son," she tried to reassure him, though the subject was painful enough to her. She had been married for ten years and still no children graced her home. She knew why, of course, but it wasn't spoken of. "A son with flame-colored hair, perhaps?" She was teasing him again, safe in the knowledge that he couldn't spank his little sister in the middle of Hyde Park.
"Perhaps, but that is, how does the saying go' Putting the cart before the horse?" he asked, with a warm smile for his sister. He knew she wanted a child, as well, and decided it was better to drop the subject. Why she and her husband were still childless was none of his business, unless she decided to confide in him, and so far, she hadn't.
"Ah, but you said perhaps," she laughed, hugging his arm briefly before renewing the appropriate distance between them. "You are close to making your mind up already, aren't you?" Connie knew why haste was necessary on both sides by now, and she was not averse to encouraging her brother. After all, she had a feeling Clare King was not the insipid blossom Adelaide had been.
He shrugged, an uncertain frown on his face. He'd come to London to choose a bride and had been fortunate enough to find one he thought might be agreeable, but the fact was that they hardly knew each other. "I would prefer more time for us to get acquainted," he said, though he knew he couldn't delay too long, but then that was what they were here for.
"No one expects you to make your decision within a day of meeting her, Lawry," Connie promised him. "But I know you. I expect, if we arrange enough meetings between now and then, you will be ready to meet with the father when he joins them in June. Won't you?"
"I should know by then, yes," he replied, though he also knew that beggars couldn't be choosers. He needed a bride who came with a generous dowry, and her family desired to elevate their status by marrying their daughter off to someone like him. But what Lawry hadn't shared with his sister or anyone else was his belief that marriage was a sacred union between a man and woman who loved each other and wanted to share their lives together. It was a ridiculously romantic notion, given his situation, but it was what had held him back from marriage, despite what was needed and expected of him.
"And try not to make her a target among her peers," Connie suggested gently. "Clementine Ackley spent the majority of the evening yesterday smearing the girl's name to everyone she met, purely because you didn't even ask for her name."
"And why would I wish to court a venomous viper such as Clementine Ackley?" he asked, though he expected no answer. Oh, yes, he'd known women like her before - and men, too. People who could not find happiness on their own, and so, chose to make everyone else around them unhappy.
Constance laughed at his comment on the Ackley girl. "I agree with you, dear heart, but you should at least dance with a few other young ladies until your decision is made," she advised him. "If nothing else, it will serve to reinforce your preference if you are not dogging her every step."
Speaking of which ....A flash of copper hair under sunlight ahead of them betrayed that they had located Miss King and her mother.
He came to a halt and turned to reward his sister with a fond smile. "What would become of me, I wonder, if not for your guidance, dear sister?" he asked, with sincerity and not a drop of sarcasm, despite his hatred of their situation.
"I do believe you would grow into your reputation as an eccentric recluse of fifty," she smiled, leaning close to kiss his cheek. "Now do come along, Lawry, before they pass us by entirely."
Mrs. King had clearly already noticed them, included as she was in Constance's plan for this incidental meeting. Clare had not, drawn to the side of the path by her mother's sudden passion for roses and placed directly in Lawry's path. She was smiling indulgently, enjoying the freedom in her mother's chatter that had been sorely missing from their engagements the night before.
"Perhaps," he admitted, knowing Connie might just be right about that and smiling at the tender moment of affection shared between brother and sister which had become all too rare since she'd married. He turned to find Clare standing directly in his path but as yet unaware of their presence, and he found himself smiling at the sight of her. "As lovely as a rose," he murmured to himself, but it wasn't just the sight of her that drew his attention, but the smile on her face as she admired the flowers. He wondered if he could ever make a woman smile that way for him.
"Mrs. King, what a pleasure to see you," Constance declared, releasing his arm as she moved to embrace Edith King fondly, doing more for that woman's status in society with one warm touch than years of coaching by the Dowager Lady Greenville. "Miss King, how delightful you look this afternoon. My brother is quite overcome." Laying it on a little thick, perhaps, but it was enough to make Clare laugh as she glanced toward Lawry.
"He seems perfectly ambulatory to me, Lady Stanley."
As much as Lawrence might have wanted to call on the Kings the next day, Connie had banished him from the house for the morning in preparation for the Kings to call on her. She wasn't prepared to risk scandalous gossip just because he was impatient to see the young lady who had caught his eye so quickly, and besides ....she wanted the privacy of a morning visit to make her own assessment of Clare King and her mother. Still, an afternoon in Hyde Park beckoned, and for that, she had insisted Lawry did come along, walking at his side in the spring sunshine.
"Do try to acknowledge your horde of admirers from time to time, Lawry," she teased him as they promenaded together. "I am sure, once we happen upon the Kings, you will forget all of them in a snap."
It mattered little to him whether they called on the Kings or met elsewhere, so long as he had succeeded in rescuing Clare from the barbs of a jealous rival. He hadn't even realized such things went on behind his back, until he'd heard it in person, and as he and Clare shared much the same predicament, he couldn't help but rise to her defense. "I am sure my horde of admirers would be less than impressed to know that I'm penniless," he reminded his sister quietly and just a little bitterly.
"Dear heart, that is not the reason they admire you from afar and write your name wistfully in their journals," Connie assured him. She'd been through it all herself; she knew what debutantes were like, and her brother was a dream come true for many of those young girls. Another reason she approved of Clare King - she doubted that young lady had ever let herself become wistful over a man, too practical and aware of her circumstance to risk a broken heart. "You are the handsomest man in town."
"That means quite a lot coming from my sister," he replied, with a hint of sarcasm. While he appreciated the flattery, what he really needed from her was honesty. He smiled amicably and nodded his head in polite greeting as a woman with a buggy passed them by. "You know, if Adelaide was still alive, we might have had a child by now," he mused aloud, with just a hint of grief in his voice. Though he hadn't been in love with his late wife, they had discussed the possibility of a family before she had died.
Connie squeezed his arm gently. "And in a year, you may have a son," she tried to reassure him, though the subject was painful enough to her. She had been married for ten years and still no children graced her home. She knew why, of course, but it wasn't spoken of. "A son with flame-colored hair, perhaps?" She was teasing him again, safe in the knowledge that he couldn't spank his little sister in the middle of Hyde Park.
"Perhaps, but that is, how does the saying go' Putting the cart before the horse?" he asked, with a warm smile for his sister. He knew she wanted a child, as well, and decided it was better to drop the subject. Why she and her husband were still childless was none of his business, unless she decided to confide in him, and so far, she hadn't.
"Ah, but you said perhaps," she laughed, hugging his arm briefly before renewing the appropriate distance between them. "You are close to making your mind up already, aren't you?" Connie knew why haste was necessary on both sides by now, and she was not averse to encouraging her brother. After all, she had a feeling Clare King was not the insipid blossom Adelaide had been.
He shrugged, an uncertain frown on his face. He'd come to London to choose a bride and had been fortunate enough to find one he thought might be agreeable, but the fact was that they hardly knew each other. "I would prefer more time for us to get acquainted," he said, though he knew he couldn't delay too long, but then that was what they were here for.
"No one expects you to make your decision within a day of meeting her, Lawry," Connie promised him. "But I know you. I expect, if we arrange enough meetings between now and then, you will be ready to meet with the father when he joins them in June. Won't you?"
"I should know by then, yes," he replied, though he also knew that beggars couldn't be choosers. He needed a bride who came with a generous dowry, and her family desired to elevate their status by marrying their daughter off to someone like him. But what Lawry hadn't shared with his sister or anyone else was his belief that marriage was a sacred union between a man and woman who loved each other and wanted to share their lives together. It was a ridiculously romantic notion, given his situation, but it was what had held him back from marriage, despite what was needed and expected of him.
"And try not to make her a target among her peers," Connie suggested gently. "Clementine Ackley spent the majority of the evening yesterday smearing the girl's name to everyone she met, purely because you didn't even ask for her name."
"And why would I wish to court a venomous viper such as Clementine Ackley?" he asked, though he expected no answer. Oh, yes, he'd known women like her before - and men, too. People who could not find happiness on their own, and so, chose to make everyone else around them unhappy.
Constance laughed at his comment on the Ackley girl. "I agree with you, dear heart, but you should at least dance with a few other young ladies until your decision is made," she advised him. "If nothing else, it will serve to reinforce your preference if you are not dogging her every step."
Speaking of which ....A flash of copper hair under sunlight ahead of them betrayed that they had located Miss King and her mother.
He came to a halt and turned to reward his sister with a fond smile. "What would become of me, I wonder, if not for your guidance, dear sister?" he asked, with sincerity and not a drop of sarcasm, despite his hatred of their situation.
"I do believe you would grow into your reputation as an eccentric recluse of fifty," she smiled, leaning close to kiss his cheek. "Now do come along, Lawry, before they pass us by entirely."
Mrs. King had clearly already noticed them, included as she was in Constance's plan for this incidental meeting. Clare had not, drawn to the side of the path by her mother's sudden passion for roses and placed directly in Lawry's path. She was smiling indulgently, enjoying the freedom in her mother's chatter that had been sorely missing from their engagements the night before.
"Perhaps," he admitted, knowing Connie might just be right about that and smiling at the tender moment of affection shared between brother and sister which had become all too rare since she'd married. He turned to find Clare standing directly in his path but as yet unaware of their presence, and he found himself smiling at the sight of her. "As lovely as a rose," he murmured to himself, but it wasn't just the sight of her that drew his attention, but the smile on her face as she admired the flowers. He wondered if he could ever make a woman smile that way for him.
"Mrs. King, what a pleasure to see you," Constance declared, releasing his arm as she moved to embrace Edith King fondly, doing more for that woman's status in society with one warm touch than years of coaching by the Dowager Lady Greenville. "Miss King, how delightful you look this afternoon. My brother is quite overcome." Laying it on a little thick, perhaps, but it was enough to make Clare laugh as she glanced toward Lawry.
"He seems perfectly ambulatory to me, Lady Stanley."