Lady Sophia's Lover (Bow Street Runners #2)(42)

“Why didn’t she?”

He gestured to a nearby chair. “Come sit by me, and I will tell you.”

Sophia cast an anxious glance at the main house, thinking of the work that had to be done.

The old man made a surly sound. “That can wait, my girl. After all, the weekend is supposed to be in my honor, and here I am, set out to pasture. I wish for a few minutes of your company—is that too much to ask?”

Sophia promptly sat.

Cannon settled back in his chair. “Your grandmother Sophia Jane was the loveliest girl I had ever seen. Her family was not wealthy, but they were of good blood, and they desired their only daughter to marry well. After Sophia’s come-out, I dedicated myself to winning her hand. Her lack of a substantial dowry was no obstacle, as the Cannons are a family of means. But before I could persuade the Lawrences to agree to a betrothal, your grandfather Lord Sydney made an offer for her. I could not compete against the allure of his title. Although the Cannon name is distinguished, I am not a peer. And so Sophia Jane went to Lord Sydney.”

“Which of you did my grandmother love?” Sophia asked, fascinated by the piece of family history that she had never been aware of.

“I am not quite certain,” Cannon replied thoughtfully, surprising her. “Perhaps neither of us. But I suspect that in time, Sophia Jane may have come to regret her choice. Lord Sydney was a pleasant enough fellow, but there never seemed to be much depth below the surface. I was a far better catch.”

“And modest, too,” Sophia said, laughing suddenly.

Cannon seemed to enjoy her impudence. “Tell me, child, were your grandparents content in their marriage?”

“I think so,” Sophia said slowly. “Although I do not recall seeing them together very often. They seem to have led separate lives.” She fell silent, reflecting on the past. In retrospect, her grandparents had not seemed especially affectionate with each other. “Fortunately, you found another love,” she remarked, trying to put a happy end to the story.

“No, I didn’t,” Cannon returned bluntly. “I admired my wife, but my heart was always with Sophia Jane.” His eyes glimmered suddenly. “I love her still, though she is long gone.”

Sophia felt a surge of melancholy as she reflected on the statement. No doubt that was how Sir Ross would always feel about his wife, Eleanor.

She did not realize that she had spoken the words aloud until Robert Cannon replied with a snort of irritation. “That fragile flower! I never understood my grandson’s attraction to her. Eleanor was a winsome girl, but my grandson needs a vital woman who will bear him strong sons.” He gave Sophia a measuring gaze. “You look as though you’re up to the task.”

Alarmed by the turn the conversation was taking, Sophia stood hastily. “Well, Mr. Cannon, it has been a pleasure to meet you. However, if I do not attend to my responsibilities, I fear for the outcome of your party.” She added a flirtatious note to her voice. “To my regret, I am not being paid to converse with handsome gentlemen, but rather to work.”

It was evident that Cannon tried to maintain his scowl, but he let out a chuckle. “You do favor your grandmother,” he commented. “Very few women are able to say no to a man in a way that flatters his vanity.”

Sophia curtsied to him once more. “I bid you a very happy day, sir. But I must tell you again, you are mistaken about Sir Ross. There is absolutely no possibility of a marriage proposal, nor would I accept one from him.”

“We shall see,” he murmured, and lifted his glass of lemonade as she hurried away.

Chapter 9

Sophia rubbed her weary eyes as she looked at her book of notes. It was Friday morning, and soon the guests would arrive. Servants from various households had already come ahead with trunks and valises to make things ready for their masters and mistresses. She sat at the large wooden table in the stillroom, which was adjacent to the kitchen. The stillroom had long ago been used to brew medicines for the household, but now it served to store dried herbs, marchpanes, spice-breads, and conserves.“Now, Lottie,” Sophia said to the head housemaid, who was responsible for disseminating her instructions to the other housemaids, “I’ve told you the schedule for when and how the rooms should be cleaned after the guests arise each morning.”

“Yes, miss.”

“Just remember that when you go to the bachelors’ lodgings at the gatehouse, do not let any of the maids venture into a room alone. They must work in pairs.”

“Why, miss?”

“Because one of the bachelors might be overcome by what was once described to me as ‘early-morning passion.’ They are likely to take advantage of a female servant and make unwanted advances, or even worse. That will be far less likely if the girls work together.”

“Yes, miss.”

“Now, as some guests will arrive this morning, you must lay out fresh cards in the card room. I suppose a few gentlemen may want to visit the fishing pavilion at the lake—would you please ask Hordle to set out chairs, tables, and some wine?”

“Miss Sydney…” Lottie began, then looked over Sophia’s shoulder and giggled. “Oh, lor!” Placing a hand over her mouth, she tittered in abashed amusement.

“What is it?” Sophia asked. She turned in her chair, then sprang to her feet when she saw Sir Ross’s tall form in the doorway of the stillroom. Her heart pounded at the sight. He looked virile and stunningly handsome in a rich blue coat and fawn-colored trousers.