Men really were foolish. But what did that make of the women who were eager to watch them?
Including her.
“Stephen,” she said, when he came up behind her on the upper terrace and set an arm about her shoulders, “you are not going into the tug-of-war, are you?”
He had changed.
“But of course,” he said. “I have chosen the winning side, and so there is nothing to fear.”
She punched him lightly in the chest.
“It will serve you right,” she said, “if it turns out to be the losing side.”
But he only grinned, and she suddenly realized that perhaps many of the men secretly hoped that they were on the losing team.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” she asked. There had been so little chance during the past two weeks for private conversation with him.
“Enormously,” he said, tightening his arm about her. “You have done superlatively well, Kate, with both the house party and this.” He gestured about them with his free arm. “You are happy?”
“Yes,” she said.
He turned his head to look down into her face, his eyes searching hers.
“Dash it all.” He grinned. “I was looking forward to breaking his nose.”
She set the side of her head briefly against his shoulder.
“And what of you?” she asked. “You have hardly moved from Charlotte’s side.”
He did not immediately reply, and she looked up at him.
“There are problems with being Merton, Kate,” he said. “Especially now that I have almost reached my majority. I am eligible, am I not? I see fellows like me all the time deliberately avoiding the ladies for fear of a leg shackle. But the thing is that I like ladies. I like Miss Wrayburn.”
“But you are not in love with her,” she said.
“Kate,” he said, “I am twenty. She is seventeen-eighteen today.”
“But you think she does love you?” she asked him.
“I don’t know,” he said. “I don’t think so. She is a jolly girl, and I think she just likes me as I like her. But it has struck me that I have to be careful now just in case some lady should mistake friendliness for courtship. I would hate to break anyone’s heart, Kate. I would hate to break Miss Wrayburn’s, though I do not think she has a tendre for me. It is conceited of me, I suppose, even to imagine that there is a possibility that she might. But I am Merton.”
“Oh, Stephen,” she said, “you are such a very decent young man. I am proud of you. But you are not responsible for anyone’s heart unless you have specifically laid claim to it. You must not hide from ladies and treat them coldly as so many gentlemen do. You must be yourself. Everyone will love you-and that will have nothing to do with the fact that you are the Earl of Merton. But everyone will come to understand that your heart is something precious, to be given to the lady who can win it-when you are considerably older than you are now.”
“Ah, Kate.” He chuckled. “It is wonderful to be a saint in my sisters’ eyes. I do hope I will not be hurting Miss Wrayburn in any way, though, when I leave here. This house party has meant so much to her. And I really am very fond of her.”
“And she of you,” she said. “I doubt there is more than that, Stephen. She is looking forward to her come-out next year. I will make discreet inquiries, though, and set your mind at ease if possible.”
He sighed. “Why do we always think we will be free and perfectly happy once we grow beyond the restrictions of childhood?” he asked her.
She stretched up and kissed his cheek.
“Oh, I say,” he said, “we had better get down to the lake before we miss one of the wrestling bouts. Have you seen the mud hole, Kate? It makes a fellow envious of those wrestlers.”
Katherine shook her head and made no comment.
25
“HOW are you enjoying the fete, Clarence?” Jasper asked, clapping a hand on his shoulder.
Clarence turned his head and looked suspiciously at him. It was probably the first time he had heard his full name on Jasper’s lips. They fell into step together on their way down to the lake-almost everyone’s destination since word had spread that the mud wrestling was about to begin.
“I see you did some shopping while you were in London,” Jasper said. “Those are very smart clothes indeed, and I know many discerning gentlemen who would give a right arm for those boots.”
They were white-topped and sported gold tassels. The rest of his clothes bordered on the dandyish too. His starched shirt points were high and in grave danger of piercing his eyeballs if he were to turn his head too sharply. His neckcloth was tied in an elaborate, artistic knot more suitable for an evening ball than for an afternoon fete.
“I visited my tailor and my bootmaker, yes,” Clarence admitted. “One feels obliged to keep up with the latest fashions when one intends to mingle with one’s peers.”
“The ladies have had eyes for almost no one else all afternoon,” Jasper said.
“I think you exaggerate,” Clarence said, “though I have drawn my fair share of attention, it is true. Some ladies appreciate a gentleman who knows how to dress well and how to behave with dignity and decorum and allow his inferiors to participate in the games.”
“You are not going to join the tug-of-war, then?” Jasper asked.
“By no means,” Clarence said.
Jasper squeezed his shoulder.
“I cannot tell you,” he said, “how much it means to Charlotte that you and Aunt Prunella have given your time and suffered all the discomforts of the road in order to be with her as she celebrates her eighteenth birthday. We have had our differences over the years, Clarence, but I must express my gratitude to you for this. You are a good sort.”
“Yes, well, Jasper,” Clarence said, “we never would have had differences if you had always behaved as you ought. But it is my duty as one of Charlotte’s guardians to be here today, and it is Mama’s pleasure. Perhaps you have not always understood how very fond we are of my cousin.”
Jasper kept a hand on his shoulder as they joined the crowd that had gathered about the mud pond, a safe distance away so that no one would get splashed. The eight wrestlers, all of them laborers from the farms, were stripped to the waist and barefoot-evidence of the depravity of the fete that Jasper could almost see Lady Forester storing away in her mind to be used later with her uncle, who was also present with Uncle Stanley and Dubois.
Arbitrary rules had been set for the wrestling. In each bout, the contestant who could send his opponent sprawling full length into the mud three separate times was the winner. Mud being what it was, it was not easy for any man to keep his footing in it for very long. The first round of bouts was over within ten minutes, but they were minutes of intense excitement for the crowd of spectators, who roared and squealed and groaned and cheered every time one of the men went sprawling and splashing in the mud. All eight were covered with it from head to toe before the round was over-and all eight went dashing off to swim in the lake before the semifinal round began among the four winners.
“Ah, this brings back happy memories of childhood summers, does it not, Clarence?” Jasper said rather loudly. “We had good times, though they were often happier for you than for me.”
Clarence looked at him suspiciously.
It was not difficult to draw the attention of people who were merely waiting for the fun of the mud wrestling to resume. A number of people half turned to listen.
“Sir Clarence Forester,” Jasper explained to them, “was younger than I, but he was always somehow more nimble and sure of foot. If ever we climbed a tree, it was always I who fell out and tore my clothes. And if ever we climbed to the balustrade on the roof of the house-it was considered unsafe for boys and so was forbidden, of course-it was always I who was not fast enough to get down before being caught.”