“Meggie, I am very sorry, but I must be blunt. I didn’t want you to find out about this, but now there is no choice. You have to know. I cannot believe that Thomas Malcombe is honorable, and therefore I cannot trust his word on anything of import and I certainly cannot trust him with you.”
“He saved your son’s life.”
“For that I owe him a debt that will never be repaid. However, I do not owe him my daughter.”
Meggie knew something bad was coming, she just knew it. She drew herself up. “I’m ready, Papa. Tell me.”
“As you know, Melissa Winters left last Thursday for an extended visit with her grandmother in Bury St. Edmonds. You know that, but not the reason for her leaving. I didn’t want to tell you this, I didn’t want to tell anyone this, and it is a confidence. I ask that you not betray it to anyone, even Mary Rose. Evidently Thomas Malcombe was in London before he came here. He met Melissa there. She was staying with her aunt and attending parties and such, sort of an informal come-out for her. There’s no easy way to say this, Meggie—he seduced her and got her with child. You and I and Melissa’s parents are now the only ones to know. And Lord Lancaster, of course.”
Meggie said slowly, “Thomas didn’t tell me he was in London before he came here.”
“He was. I asked. Because he wants to marry you, it was my responsibility to ask, to find out everything I could about him. Mr. Winters heard, of course, that you were to wed Thomas Malcombe. He searched me out. He told me about this, in confidence, just this morning. It was obvious he didn’t want to tell me, Meggie, but he has great liking for you and didn’t want you to be hurt.”
There was fire in her eyes as she said the fateful words he would have given anything not to hear, ever, “I don’t believe it. Melissa is lying. She wanted him. I know that Thomas must have rejected her, and thus this is her revenge. I know that Melissa—to punish Thomas—was intimate with another man, to make him jealous, perhaps, and this is the result. I am sorry for it, but Thomas is innocent. Papa, if Melissa were truly pregnant with his child, then why wouldn’t Thomas marry her?”
“You are not naive, Meggie. You must know that Melissa’s birth isn’t high enough to tempt a man like Lord Lancaster, nor is her dowry an incentive to overlook her birth. Even though her mother is the daughter of a baron, her father is in trade. In short, there is nothing to induce Thomas Malcombe to tie himself forever to the Winters family.”
She was shaking her head, back and forth. “I am convinced that Thomas wouldn’t behave dishonorably, Papa. Truly, he is all that is kind and honest and—”
“Thomas Malcombe paid Melissa’s parents for the care of the child. Her father, although he was reluctant to do so, told me this. I have no reason to disbelieve Mr. Winters, Meggie. His pain over this was palpable. He tried his best to convince Thomas Malcombe to marry his daughter, but he wouldn’t do it.”
He watched her face pale, the light of battle fade from her eyes. He hated it, but now it was done.
“Oh dear,” Meggie whispered, “Oh dear.”
“I believe,” her father said, lightly touching her fingertips to her smooth check, “that now is an appropriate time for you to say blessed hell.”
Meggie just shook her head, pulled off her bonnet, and dashed her fingers through her hair, shining more blond than brown beneath the morning sun. There had been Jeremy, and she’d been sure her heart would never recover from that stomping. Then, thankfully, she’d seen Jeremy as a fatuous, self-aggrandizing clod, so superior to womankind, who would likely make Charlotte’s life miserable, something she probably richly deserved, unless she was a doormat and she’d met the ideal mate for her.
And then Thomas had come along, and she’d realized that here was indeed a man she could admire, a man who admired her, who didn’t denigrate her, who teased her and made her happy. The soul-eating melancholia that had pulled her down for nearly a year had vanished. She’d felt so very blessed for nearly a week. Six full days, no black clouds in the vicinity. And now this. She was cursed.