The Captain's Kidnapped Beauty. Mary Nichols

Then the price is as we agreed.’

      He took his leave and went on his way, first to his bank to arrange the draft then to his club where he intended to dine. He had barely sat down and ordered a capon and a couple of pork chops, when he was joined by Jonathan Leinster. ‘What, not gone home to the delectable Louise?’ he asked him.

      ‘No she has taken the baby and gone to visit her parents. I decided an evening in town would be more congenial than going back to an empty house. I am promised to Lady Milgrove’s soirée, later. What about you? I had thought you on your way to Norfolk.’

      ‘I needed a coach to convey me there and decided to buy one, so I have been at Gilpin’s.’

      ‘You can’t go wrong there. They have a reputation for the best, but not cheap, by no means cheap.’

      ‘That I discovered.’

      Jonathan turned to give his order to the waiter before continuing the conversation. ‘Did you meet Miss Gilpin?’

      ‘Indeed I did. She seems to think she runs the business.’

      Jonathan laughed. ‘Not quite, but her father does not disabuse her of the idea. No doubt she will learn the difference when she comes to wed.’

      ‘Is she engaged, then?’

      ‘No, but her papa has been putting it around that he is looking for a title for her.’

      ‘And no doubt she will marry whoever Papa picks out for her.’

      Jonathan shrugged. ‘Who’s to say? I am glad I am married and not in the running. I think she will be a veritable harridan and hard to handle.’

      ‘Do you say so?’

      ‘Yes. You saw her. Do you not agree she is something of an antidote?’

      ‘No, I can’t say that I do,’ Alex said slowly. ‘She could hardly work in the business dressed in the height of fashion with hips a mile wide and coiffeur a foot tall.’

      ‘I don’t see why she has to work in the business at all. Gilpin is prodigiously wealthy and can indulge her in whatever she wants.’

      ‘So he intends to buy her a title, does he?’

      ‘So it seems.’

      ‘Then I hope she has the good sense to resist.’

      Jonathan looked sharply at his friend, a look that was not lost on Alex, who quickly changed the subject. ‘I did not fancy riding to Norfolk by stage and was going to hire a conveyance, but decided to buy one, after all. I shall need it if I am to come up to town for our regular meetings at Trentham House.’

      ‘That’s true, and neither can you shut yourself away in the country away from society. You will have to start looking for a wife now you are a marquis.’

      ‘Oh, I shall, shall I?’

      ‘Of course. You will need an heir.’

      ‘There is plenty of time for that.’

      ‘How old are you, Alex?’

      ‘I am thirty-four.’

      ‘Good heavens, there is not a moment to lose! You will be an old man before you know it.’ It was said with mock dismay which made Alex laugh. And then, after a pause, ‘Come with me to Lady Milgrove’s.’

      ‘I will hardly find a wife there,’ Alex said, still laughing.

      ‘Perhaps not, but more to the point the evening is in aid of the Foundling Hospital, a charity close to Louise’s heart and I promised her I would go. You do not leave town tonight, do you?’

      ‘No, I am to take delivery of the chaise tomorrow at noon, but I shall be on my way directly after that.’

      ‘So, you’ll come? I will enjoy it the more if I have company.’

      ‘Very well, I will come.’

      Their food arrived and they set to tackling it with hearty appetites.

      ‘No sign of those two escapees, then?’ Alex asked.

      ‘No. I am persuaded someone is sheltering them. I sent Sam Roker into the rookeries where they might seek refuge, to see if he could discover any news of them, but so far nothing.’

      Sam was the only one of the society who could not be called a gentleman. Officially James’s servant, he came and went according to the needs of its members, being a great one for disguise and able to speak the cant of the ruffians who inhabited the seedier parts of the city.

      ‘No doubt they will turn up when you least expect it,’ Alex said. ‘If you need any help, call on me.’

      ‘I will, if you are not too busy courting.’

      ‘If you do not desist from your nonsense, I shall leave you to go to Lady Milgrove’s on your own, my friend.’

      Jonathan held up his hands in surrender. ‘Not another word. Shall we have a hand of faro to while away the rest of the afternoon?’

      Chapter Two

      ‘I’ve taken on some help for the men,’ Henry told his daughter as they rode home in the Gilpins’ town coach that evening. ‘He arrived in the works this afternoon and said he had heard we were without our overseer and he was looking for employment.’

      ‘How did he know about Joe?’

      ‘I’ve no idea. I expect one of the other men said something to him. I told him Joe would only be absent a few days and would then be back, but he said he understood that, but he had a wife and little ones and any work of however short duration would be a help. He had good references, so I told him he could start tomorrow, but not as an overseer. He accepted that. His name is Martin Grosswaite.’

      ‘We could have managed.’

      ‘We could, but it would be easier to have another man to help with the bodywork. We are to start a new landaulet tomorrow and we are already short-handed with Colin away sick.’ Colin was one of their carpenters and he had gone down with an infection on his lungs, brought about by the wood dust that flew everywhere on the upper floor, which was another good reason for keeping that side of the manufacture away from the painting, varnishing and upholstery.

      ‘Is he a wood worker?’

      ‘He said he could turn his hand to most things.’

      ‘Then I hope you do not come to regret it, Papa.’

      He turned to her in surprise. ‘Now why should I do that, child?’

      ‘Papa, I am not a child.’

      ‘You are to me. You will be my child however old you grow. Still, I will try to remember not to address you thus. Now why do you think I might regret it?’

      ‘A strange man walked in off the street and you took him on without checking him out. That is unlike you.’

      ‘He had references from Sir Elliott Foster.’

      ‘Did you have them confirmed? They could easily be forgeries.’

      ‘Do you take me for a gull? I have written to Sir Elliott asking him to confirm what he has said about the man. In the meantime, I shall put him to work. I only tell you that you may not be startled when he arrives for work tomorrow. He said he would have to arrange lodgings first so he will not arrive until after noon, but he knows our normal hours of work.’

      ‘You know best, Papa,’ she said meekly. She knew her father was letting her know who was in charge, which was undoubtedly because she had taken over the selling of the coach to Captain Carstairs. He prided himself on his own salesmanship and besides, he was not altogether reconciled to her working in the business. She knew better than to continue arguing with him. Instead she said, ‘Are you going out this evening, Papa?’

      ‘I had