The Uppity Earl--A Regency Romance, page 1
THE UPPITY EARL
Marilyn Clay
A Regency Romance Novel
by
Marilyn Clay
The Uppity Earl e-book edition © Copyright 2012 by Marilyn Jean Clay.
Originally published in print as Miss Darby’s Debut © Copyright 1997 by Marilyn Jean Clay.
Ebook edition published as The Hyde Park Spectacle © Copyright 2015 by Marilyn Jean Clay.
Table of Contents
Copyright Page
The Uppity Earl - A Regency Romance
Chapter One | “You Will Marry Whomever I say!”
Chapter Two | “I would never take a hoyden to wife!”
Chapter Three | “Penny is an Earl?”
Chapter Four | “A Proper Young Lady does not . . .”
Chapter Five | “His List of Acceptable Behaviours”
Chapter Six | “I do not drink tea . . .”
Chapter Seven | “I shall teach Miss Darby to dance”
Chapter Eight | “Playing Ducks and Drakes with her virtue”
Chapter Nine | “The Penwyck Scandal”
Chapter Ten | “Damn the Wench”
Chapter Eleven | “Rumor Mill Run Amok”
Chapter Twelve | “I am not ruined!”
Chapter Thirteen | “What is the matter with me?”
Chapter Fourteen | “I do not care for Dandies . . .”
Chapter Fifteen | “A Scandalous Offer of Carte Blanche”
Chapter Sixteen | “No Place For a Lady”
Chapter Seventeen | “The one gentleman she favoured . . .”
Chapter Eighteen | “A Caged Lion”
Chapter Nineteen | “The Fashionably Impure . . .”
Chapter Twenty | “No Secret is Safe”
Chapter Twenty-one | “The Hyde Park Spectacle”
Author’s Historical Notes
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Chapter One
“You Will Marry Whomever I say!”
MAY, 1816
Tessa Darby's gloved hand gripped the railing of the huge clipper ship as its mighty hull sliced through the blue-green water. Eager for a look at what lay ahead, Tessa anxiously scanned the fog-shrouded harbor. Suddenly a shaft of bright sunlight broke through the mist and Tessa got her first glimpse of London, England. Home! She was home at last. Lifting her chin, she inhaled a deep breath of salt-tinged air.
"Are you quite certain you will be all right, dear?" asked Mrs. Benton-Caldwell, Tessa's traveling companion from America. "I confess I am having second thoughts about leaving you all alone once we've docked."
"I shall be quite all right!" Tessa replied excitedly, her vivid blue eyes straining to see all that was fast becoming visible to her of the vast city of London.
A half-hour later, she and Mrs. Benton-Caldwell were swept along with hundreds of other passengers, all animatedly talking and laughing at once as they surged down the rickety wooden gangplank toward the press of humanity crowded onto the busy quay.
"I do wish I had the time to see you settled in here," Mrs. Benton-Caldwell fretted.
"But you would miss the stage to Margate, ma'am. I shall be quite all right, really. Your family has long awaited your return home." Not half so long as Tessa had waited to return to England, she added to herself.
Though she was a grown-up young lady of nineteen now, Tessa had been a mere babe in arms when her mother, a young widow, had left the bosom of her family to follow her handsome new husband, the powerful Senator John Hamilton Darby, to his home in America . . . a sprawling estate situated on the outskirts of Philadelphia.
Once in America, Tessa had soon been presented with a baby brother, David. At the tender age of ten, she'd been told the truth of her own heritage. Senator John Hamilton Darby was not her real father. Her real father had been an Englishman, a dashing young military officer who'd served valiantly in King George's Light Dragoons. Unfortunately, the young man had lost his life in battle before he'd ever laid eyes on his infant daughter.
The truth had stunned Tessa. Though it was abundantly clear to her that since her baby brother had come along her stepfather had lavished all his love and devotion upon him. Senator Darby was still the only father Tessa had ever known. From that point on, however, the subtle gap that already existed between stepfather and stepdaughter widened.
Over the years, Tessa's mother's sympathy for her little girl grew, and she often confided to Tessa how very much she resembled her handsome papa, the dashing young captain who'd stolen her heart away the night of her come-out ball in London.
"You have your father's handsome auburn hair, sweetheart," her mother would whisper in her ear, her tone a trifle wistful. "And his brilliant blue eyes. Pay no heed to your stepfather's rebuffs. You are your father's daughter and he was a wonderful man. Captain Benning gave his life for England."
Tessa pushed down the painful emotions from the past that welled up within her as she and Mrs. Benton-Caldwell reached the end of the gangplank and at last stepped onto solid ground. She would not give in to sentiment now. Today was the most important day of her life and she would let nothing spoil it.
Squaring her shoulders with fresh resolve, she shifted the heavy valise she carried from one hand to the other. The mass of people scurrying thither and yon on the dock seemed to stretch as far inland as she could see. Suddenly a wave of fear gripped Tessa. How was she to make her way through this teeming throng and reach Portman Square, located somewhere in this vast city of London, before nightfall?
Tessa's elderly companion seemed every bit as anxious as she.
"My, one wonders how anyone finds their way about here!"
The women had taken only a few tentative steps forward when a rough-looking fellow, somewhat shabbily dressed, elbowed his way out of the crowd and boldly addressed Mrs. Benton-Caldwell.
"You and your daughter be needing a ride into the City, ma'am?" The fellow politely tipped his hat at the older woman, but his toothless grin was aimed straight at Tessa.
"Oh!" Mrs. Benton-Caldwell exclaimed, her tone a mixture of both alarm and relief. "Why, yes, my d-daugh . . . that is, Miss Darby is in need of a . . . you do have a public conveyance, do you not, young man?"
"It be awaiting at the curb, ma'am," the fellow replied proudly. He jabbed a thumb over his left shoulder, then brushed past the older woman and bent to snatch the heavy valise from Tessa's gloved hand. "This way, if ye please, miss."
"Oh, my! I hadn't expected to part company so quickly!" Mrs. Benton-Caldwell cried. She wrapped her free arm about Tessa's slim shoulders. "Good-bye, dear! It was a splendid idea of your father's that we travel together. I mean to write him the minute I reach Margate and tell him what a dear girl you are!"
Tessa blinked away the tears that sprang unbidden to her eyes as she returned the woman's warm embrace. Having Mrs. Benton-Caldwell to look after her these past weeks had been a special treat.
"We shall see one another again soon!" the older woman stated firmly. Her gloved hand swiped at the moisture that swam in her faded brown eyes. "Mr. Benton-Caldwell insists that I not stay above a quarter year, you know," she added with a laugh.
Tessa's lower lip trembled as she managed a brave smile. "Indeed." But she knew she'd never see her friend again. Despite her stepfather's stern warnings to her, she had no plans to return to America. Not ever.
After Tessa's valise had been secured to the back of the rather shabby-looking hansom cab, she climbed into the small vehicle and settled herself against the worn leather squabs. Although the din from the bustling shipyard still deafened her, her view of the teeming quay and the huge ship moored beyond it were now blocked by the cab's tall black hood, which extended high above her head.
When a sudden jerk set the small coach in motion, a fresh stab of apprehension, and excitement, shot through Tessa.
Her wonderful new life was upon her!
Since the age of ten, she had dreamed of making this trip to England, although in her dreams her mother had been with her. But their plans had been dashed when, less than a year ago, a sudden illness had carried her mother aloft. Tessa had grieved till she feared she might wither away herself. From the ashes of her pain, a new dream had taken shape. She would come to England alone. To do so would enormously please her mother.
The idea did not please her stepfather.
"You've no home in England to return to," he'd callously reminded Tessa. "Although you persist in calling yourself English, young lady, you are an American. You carry my name. You are my daughter. I intend you to marry Senato
"I will not marry George Hancock!" Tessa had cried. Her blue eyes snapped with fury. "I find nothing in him to admire. I do not agree with his politics and I-I do not love him!"
Senator Darby snorted with derision. "What do you know of politics? For all that, what do you know of love? You will do as I say, girl! I will brook no stubborn resistance from you on this head."
As her stepfather stormed from the room, Tessa's younger brother, David, cast a sympathetic eye upon his tight-lipped sister. Tessa loved David dearly, but the soft-spoken young man was no match for their powerful father. Though just barely eighteen years of age, a promising career as a statesman had already been mapped out for David by the influential John Darby. In the whole of David's life, he had never once defied their father.
Not so Tessa.
As a very little girl, she had tried hard to earn her stepfather's approval. About the time she realized that all her efforts to please him were in vain, she had also learned the truth of her lineage. From that moment forward, she balked at anything the strong-willed man told her to do. He was not her father and she knew he did not love her.
The child's willfulness did not go unnoticed or unpunished. As a direct result of Tessa's insubordination, the esteemed United States senator took to banishing his stepdaughter to her room for weeks at a time. Great stacks of books were sent up, with hastily scribbled notes instructing her to read one after another and write lengthy themes and essays on subjects of his choosing.
"The girl will learn to respect me!" he'd bellow. "I'll teach her to know her place if it's the last thing I do!"
Tessa obstinately refused to obey the man until one day she discovered she liked reading, and in a flash of brilliance, realized that if she were ever to be free of the hated man's tyranny, an educated mind was the most effective tool she could have.
Although she refused to think of herself as an American, she discovered the right-thinking principles that had led the colonists to revolt against the British crown back in 1776 constituted the key to her own freedom. Men . . . and women . . . were entitled to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. The subjugation of the human spirit was wrong. Women were every bit as bright and intelligent as men, and they had a right to think for themselves and to conduct their lives as they saw fit.
Tessa's stepfather himself had placed Thomas Paine's manifesto on The Rights of the Common Man in her hands. Tessa had devoured it. Paine was an Englishman! His words had inspired her stepfather's countrymen to fight for their freedom, and they also inspired Tessa to fight for hers. How ironic, she thought, that Senator John Darby had devoted his life to freedom and democracy even as he kept his own daughter a prisoner in her own home.
Thomas Paine's dream of liberty spawned a dream within Tessa. Her own father, her real father, had given his life for England. Tessa was determined now to follow in his footsteps and devote her life to helping her true countrymen.
Throughout England, defenseless women and children were being forced to work long hours in abominable conditions in the new industrial townships and villages. Pregnant women were being made to give birth whilst bent double as they worked in the mines. Children were dying from starvation and overwork. These poor women and children needed help! They needed a voice, someone to speak on their behalf against such inhumane treatment.
Armed with a tattered copy of Paine's Common Sense and The Rights of the Common Man and a dozen or more themes and essays Tessa herself had penned on the subject, she determined to find a way to help them.
But persuading her stepfather to allow her to leave America and travel to England alone had been another matter altogether. To Tessa's immense chagrin, the ploy that finally worked with the heartless senator was the one trick Tessa had vowed never to employ. Despite the fact her mother had tried to impress upon her the importance of a woman remaining gentle and contrite in dealing with a man, using feminine wiles to get what she wanted was something Tessa Darby had sworn never to do, but she was desperate.
Holding her auburn head at a coquettish tilt, her words dripping with enough treacle to gag a grizzly, she'd informed her stepfather one night at dinner, "I shall be a far superior wife to George Hancock once I have learned how to go on in London society, Father. You know Mama's dearest wish was for me to have a London Season."
Tessa knew she'd made headway when Senator Darby set his knife and fork down and actually paused to consider what she'd said.
At length, he nodded. "Sending a daughter to London for the Season will elevate my consequence. Americans are still in awe of anything English, although I fail to understand why."
Remembering to keep her voice soft and gentle, Tessa proceeded to further convince the brutish man. "You met Mama in London. She was a great favourite here."
Again, the large man nodded. His one redeeming quality was that he had always loved her mother dearly. Noting the faint softening of the hard lines around his mouth, Tessa nearly gasped with joy when the senator solemnly declared, "I will make the necessary arrangements for your passage."
Across the table from her, her brother, David, gasped. "But where will you stay, Tess? You've no family left in England."
"She will stay with Alice Langley," Senator Darby replied firmly. "But only for the Season, mind you. You will return home and take up your duties as young Hancock's wife once Parliament recesses."
Tessa could hardly contain the thrill of excitement coursing through her. "Alice Langley was Mama's bosom bow in London," she reminded her brother. "Mama said Alice always wished she'd had a daughter to bring out. Alice had only sons. Three, I think."
Engrossed in conversation with her younger brother, Tessa failed to note the faint frown of disapproval that appeared on her stepfather's face as she spoke.
Chapter Two
“I would never take a hoyden to wife!”
BUT HERE SHE WAS ON her way to Portman Square! She felt so happy and exhilarated she thought she might actually burst from sheer joy.
She consulted the small gold timepiece she wore pinned to the bodice of her blue serge traveling suit. Only two of the clock in the afternoon. There was plenty of time to take a turn about famed Hyde Park and still arrive at Alice's home in time for tea!
"Driver!" Tessa leaned forward to gaze up at the jarvey perched on the bench behind the hood, his sturdy hands gripping the ribbons. "I have decided I should like to take a turn about Hyde Park," she called up to the man, "before you deliver me to Portman Square."
"Very well, miss."
Tessa settled back again, a fresh wave of excitement coursing through her. Suddenly she was struck with another idea, this one positively brilliant. She snatched up the thick leather satchel resting on the bench beside her and drove one hand into it. Yes! They were right where she'd put them those many weeks ago when she'd packed up her belongings in readiness for her trip. What better place to launch her campaign than Hyde Park?
Tessa's excitement grew as the little carriage jounced over the cobblestones on its way across Town. Soon after it wheeled past the magnificent portals marking the entrance to Hyde Park, Tessa spotted her quarry . . . six or seven young ladies fashionably attired in pretty muslin frocks, beribboned bonnets, and carrying painted parasols. The girls were talking and laughing amongst themselves as they strolled along a footpath, their appearance and demeanor clearly telling Tessa they were members of London's upper crust, which meant that their fathers or uncles or brothers were very likely M.P.s.
As the lone horse drawing the hansom cab clip-clopped alongside the young ladies, one or two of them glanced up as Tessa turned again to her driver.
"Stop right here, please!"
"Here, miss?"
Tessa was already on her feet, the sheaf of literature she'd brought with her all the way from America clutched in one hand.
"Ladies! Come quickly! I've something to give you!"
Eager for adventure, the giggling girls ran toward the friendly girl hailing them from the small black carriage now drawn to a standstill in the middle of the dirt road.
"Read this, please!" Tessa urged, pressing page after page of her precious hand-printed literature into each girl's gloved palm.
