And then he gave a brisk nod, squeezed her hand tight, and nodded once again.
The two of them turned and walked hand in hand back to the house. His voice was rough with emotion when he finally spoke to her.
"I'm very pleased to have you back home with me."
She nodded so he would know she understood and then tried to think of something to say to him in return.
She wanted to be completely honest with him, but kind too, and so she simply spoke from her heart.
"Father?"
"Yes, Victoria?"
"I'm pleased to know you didn't throw me away."
Lord Elliott's younger sister, Lillian, was the first of the family members to arrive for the reunion with Lady Victoria.
Of all the relatives, Lillian had been the most difficult to convince that her brother's daughter had truly been found. She had suffered all the disappointments along with Lord Elliott, had seen the anguish each pretender had caused, and worried that this too would end in yet another cruel deception.
The proof had been indisputable, of course, and yet Lillian still withheld judgment. She would decide for herself if Mary Rose Clayborne were Victoria or just a schemer out for financial gain.
"William, whatever are you doing sitting out here in the heat?" she asked as she rushed outside. "You're going to become ill if you aren't more careful."
Harrison, Lord Elliott, and Mary Rose all stood up when Lillian walked toward them. Her aunt kept her gaze fully directed on Mary Rose.
"She does look like Agatha all right," she allowed. "The resemblance is quite remarkable."
Elliott formally presented his daughter to his sister. Mary Rose smiled. She didn't know if she were supposed to bow or curtsy or shake her hand, and so she simply stood there and waited for Lillian to give her some clue as to what was proper conduct.
Lillian didn't look like her brother. She barely reached his shoulders. She was a thin woman with a hawkish nose and dark brown hair. She had the same high cheekbones though. Lillian would have been a more attractive woman if she didn't wear such drab colors. She was dressed in a dark gray dress that made her complexion look terribly pale. If she pinched her cheeks real hard, she might achieve a bit of color.
She also needed to quit scowling. She was all but openly glaring at Mary Rose.
"What is your name, child?" she demanded. She clasped her hands together as though in prayer while she waited for her answer.
"My name is Mary Rose Clayborne."
"She doesn't call herself Lady Victoria," Lillian remarked to her brother. "I wonder why not."
Mary Rose answered her. "I've always been called Mary Rose for as long as I can remember, madam. The name Victoria has no meaning to me."
Lillian was taken aback by the young woman's directness. Her frown intensified. "You look like my brother's late wife, but I'm still not fully convinced you're his daughter. Do you wish to try to convince me, child?"
Mary Rose decided to be completely honest, no matter how rude it made her appear.
"No, madam, I don't wish to try to convince you. I do, however, fervently wish you wouldn't call me a child. I'm not, you know."
"Lord, she's impertinent, William."
Mary Rose didn't know what to say about that. Her father came to her rescue. "She was being truthful, not impertinent."
Lillian nodded. "What are your plans?" she asked.
"Oh, for heaven's sake, Lillian; My daughter only just arrived. We needn't talk about plans now. Sit down and quit pestering her."
"I simply wanted to get to the root of this as soon as possible."
"The root of what, madam?" Mary Rose asked.
Lillian took a step toward her. "Finding out if you're really Victoria. Let me have my say, William, and then I'll keep quiet no matter what you do. Are you Lady Victoria?" she pressed again.
"They say that I am," Mary Rose answered. "For my father's sake, I would like it to be true. I would like to give him some peace, and I understand he's been looking for me for a long, long time."
"And for your sake?"
Mary Rose didn't understand what she was asking. She looked up at Harrison, then returned her attention to Lillian. "I would like to spend a few weeks with my father, and then I will return home."
"It's far too soon to know what your plans are," her father interjected. He patted her hand. "You might wish to stay on here with me."
She didn't want to deceive him with false hopes. "I have four brothers back home. I must go back, Father."
"We'll discuss this later," he decided. "You need time to get to know all of us first. Lillian's the most difficult member of your family, my dear. You can see you've left her speechless. I must confess I didn't believe anyone could rattle my sister, but you certainly have."
Mary Rose was thoroughly confused. "I didn't mean to rattle you, madam."
" Harrison, doesn't she understand her father's worth?" Lillian asked.
"No, she doesn't understand," he replied. "Her values are different from those of the young women in England."
"Shall we go into the drawing room?" Lord Elliott suggested. "My sister looks in need of a refreshment."
"You and Harrison go on ahead. I want to have a word in private with my niece."
"I won't have you bullying her, Lillian."
"She won't bully me, Father."
Harrison didn't want to leave his wife with Lillian either. He knew how abrasive Elliott's sister could be. He didn't want Mary Rose upset, and if there'd been time, he would have taken her aside and explained that Lillian was all bark and little bite. She had a good heart. She just made certain no one knew about it.
"My daughter and I have been apart too long. Sorry, Lillian, but I must insist we all go inside together."
"We'll be along in just a minute, Father," Mary Rose said. "I also wish to have a private word with my aunt."
She didn't wait to gain the men's permission. She sat down again and suggested Lillian also take a seat.
Both women waited until they were alone. "Shall I start or would you like to, Aunt Lillian?"
"I shall start first," her aunt insisted. "Age has its benefits," she added with a smile. "I would like to trust your intentions, my dear, but I find it difficult. Yes, I've heard all the proof your husband has collected, and while it should seem to be positive that you are indeed our Victoria, I still have my doubts. I can certainly understand why you would wish to be my brother's heir."
"You can? Will you tell me why you believe I would wish to be Victoria?"
"Why, the position, the wealth, the…"
She was still so surprised by the question, she could barely gather her wits.
"I could give you just as many reasons why I wouldn't wish to be your niece. Being someone else certainly complicates my life, madam. I have a family in Montana. Is it selfish of me to be homesick?"
"Do you come from a wealthy family?"
"Yes, I believe I do. I have everything I could ever want."
"Are the members of this family as wealthy as your father?"
"I'm not certain," Mary Rose answered. "It's a different way of life, and a different kind of wealth," she tried to explain. "Why don't you want me to be Victoria?"
Lillian stared at Mary Rose for a long moment and then whispered, "You have your grandmother's eyes."
"My grandmother?"
Lillian nodded. A smile softened her expression. "I never heard Agatha say an unkind word about anyone, least of all her own mother. Your grandmother was a mean old bat, but she did have pretty blue eyes. Agatha is probably rolling over in her grave because I'm talking ill about her mother, but I'm speaking only the truth. She really was difficult to be around."