‘He is so like Philip,’ she said tremulously, bright tears shining in her eyes. ‘They do miss him so. Robert has been absolutely marvellous with them and given them so much of his time.’
‘I’m sure he loves them dearly.’ Harriet laid her hand on Judith’s. ‘And who would not. They are such sweetly behaved children. Lady Caroline has said that they are a credit to both their parents. She dotes on Elspeth, as you must know.’
Judith nodded, composing herself. ‘We were very happy together, Philip and I. I do so wish the same joy for you and Robert. I was afraid he would never meet anyone. He was always so involved with his regiment that it seemed to me that he had no sort of social life at all. You should have known him when he was a boy—he was quite the young tearaway!’
‘Do I hear my character being demolished over there?’ came Sandford’s amused voice. ‘I hope you are not about to apprise Miss Cordell of my youthful misdemeanours, Judith. I have worked very hard to gain her approbation, I assure you, and if you are set on ruining all my efforts …’
Both ladies burst out laughing and, seeing Sandford reach for his hat and gloves, Judith rose to see them to the door. Elspeth curtsied shyly to Harriet while Christopher begged his uncle to ‘come again soon'. The viscount assured him that he would be over to take him riding the following day and the little boy was allowed to lead the visitors back to the rear exit.
‘Grandmama says you shouldn’t use this door,’ he confided, as they walked out into the stableyard, ‘but Papa and
I always did and, as I am now the man of this house, I give you both my permission.’
Sandford took his nephew’s proffered hand and inclined his head. ‘We are pleased to be so honoured, Christopher,’ he said gravely.
Harriet nodded smilingly, adding, ‘And thank you for including me.’
The little boy was puzzled. ‘But you are to be one of the family now, aren’t you? Mama said …’ He looked from one to the other.
Sandford laughed and clapped him gently on the shoulder. ‘Absolutely right, dear fellow!’ he breezed. ‘And do you approve of your new aunt? She’s a cracking good rider, let me tell you!’
Christopher was suitably impressed. In his opinion girls couldn’t really ride, having such stupid saddles to contend with but, if his Uncle Robert said his fiancée was good then, by golly, she must be and that made her fine by him. He watched as Sandford helped Harriet mount, then ran, waving farewell to them as they rode off.
‘They are such lovely people—your brother’s family,’ commented Harriet, as they crossed the meadow to the Beldale estate. ‘What a terrible tragedy that he will never see his children grow up. Judith has been so brave in her loss. Am I correct in thinking that Lady Butler cannot have been much help or comfort at the time?’
‘None at all, I understand from my mother. She took to her bed with ‘'the vapours'', which caused poor Judith even more distress and then she had the gall to preside over the funeral reception wearing black veils and so on. We have very little affection for her, I fear, but she is Judith’s mother and grandmother to Philip’s children so one must endure her remarks. I have to congratulate you on your forbearance. Another of your famous strategies, I deduce?’
‘Just ‘'getting over the heavy ground as lightly as possible” as they used to say,’ said Harriet, her face wreathed in smiles at his compliment.
‘A veritable fund of manoeuvres! I can see I shall have to be careful not to join battle with you,’ he chaffed laughingly.
Fencing companionably in this manner, they rode on for some minutes until a shout from the trees caused them to turn their heads. A horseman appeared on the track ahead of them and a cheerful voice called, ‘Home then, Sandford? I’m very glad to see you back. And with a betrothal, I hear. Do I get an introduction?’
The rider was a comely, well-built man dressed in leather jerkin and riding breeches. Sandford greeted him with pleasure and presented him to Harriet as his cousin, Charles Ridgeway.
Ridgeway, as Harriet had already learned from her conversations with Lady Caroline, was estate manager of both Westpark House and Beldale. He lived with his mother, the earl’s sister, in the Dower House of the Beldale estate, his own family residence having been sold off many years ago to meet his impecunious father’s debts. Baron Ridgeway, having gambled away his wife’s fortune, had finally taken his own life when his son was still a schoolboy, leaving them both penniless and, eventually, homeless had it not been for her brother’s affection and generosity. The earl had given his sister, Lady Eugenie, lifetime tenancy of the Dower House, along with a generous annuity, as well as funding his nephew’s remaining education. When Charles had expressed an interest in land management the earl had arranged for him to work alongside Baxter, his own elderly manager and, upon that worthy’s retirement, had handed the office to his nephew. Philip Hurst had also trusted Ridgeway’s judgement and had offered his cousin the same post at Westpark. The twins had grown up alongside Charles, of course, he being some six or seven years their senior. He had never married and, although both Sandford and his brother had frequently maintained that Judith Butler had always been the object of his youthful affection, he had never once, during all the years of his employment, treated her with anything but gentle courtesy and respect. After Philip’s carriage accident Ridgeway had taken on without complaint the extra load his young master’s death had inevitably caused and now, with the earl himself indisposed, his working days were longer still and he was not sorry to see Sandford home again.
‘Your servant, ma’am,’ he said, smiling as he bent over her hand. ‘You will not regret your choice of husband. After his father, Sandford is the finest man I know.’
‘Steady on, old chap!’ Sandford protested. ‘Not quite in the old man’s league, I fear!’
‘True,’ acknowledged his cousin, laughing, ‘but you are getting there. I have heard about some of your exploits in Spain, you know, in spite of your efforts to keep them secret. Jimmy Braithwaite’s boys came home last month and were full of stories they had heard about you.’
‘Mostly exaggerated and of no account, I assure you! These things tend to get blown up out of all proportion. I only did what other fellows were doing all around me.’
‘And that was hardly of no account!’ interjected Harriet hotly. ‘His lordship’s exploits were well known when I myself was out there, Mr Ridgeway, so allow me to vouch for the truth of the stories!’
Charles Ridgeway laughed. ‘Well, Robert, it’s clear that your young lady will defend your achievements for you, however much you care to deny them—which is just as it should be, of course.’ He wheeled his horse round and turned to go. ‘When you can spare an hour—I must talk to you about the bottom fences. They need replacing—oh!— and Potter’s cottage caught fire last week. He’s staying with his daughter at the moment, but we really need to discuss the whole row—when you’re ready, of course.’ He saluted them both with his crop and cantered back into the spinney.
Sandford waited until his cousin was out of sight before turning his head to Harriet.
‘Whilst I recognise your need to defend our military exploits, Miss Cordell,’ he said, as they continued along the bridleway, ‘I feel I must point out to you that most of our countrymen have no real comprehension of what went on over there. I, myself, have increasingly found that is not a popular topic in polite society and you have already seen how eager certain people might be to place the wrong interpretation