"I am on my way to visit him right now. Are we very far from his home? I have never been."
"No. No, it's-it's just over the hill there." She pointed in the general direction of Seacrest Manor, then quickly brought her hand down when she realized it was shaking. What was she going to do? She couldn't remain at Seacrest Manor with Blake's sister in residence. Oh, damn and blast that man to hell and back! Why hadn't he told her his sister would be paying a visit?
Unless he didn't know. Oh, no. Blake was going to be furious. Caroline swallowed nervously and said, "I didn't realize Mr. Ravenscroft had a sister."
The countess waved her hand in a manner that reminded Caroline instantly of Blake. "He's a wretch, always ignoring us. Our older brother just had a daughter. I've come to tell him the news."
"Oh. I'm-I'm-I'm certain he'll be delighted."
"Then you're the only one. I am quite certain he'll be beyond annoyed."
Caroline blinked furiously, not understanding this woman one bit. "I-I-I beg your pardon?"
"David and Sarah had a daughter. Their fourth daughter, which means that Blake is still second in line for the viscountcy."
"I... see." Actually, she didn't, but she was so happy she hadn't stuttered she didn't much care.
The countess sighed. "If Blake is to be Viscount Darnsby, which is not entirely unlikely, then he'll have to marry and produce an heir. If you live in this area, then I'm sure you are aware he is a confirmed bachelor."
"Actually, I don't really know him very well at all." Caroline wondered if she sounded just a bit too determined to make that point, so she added, "Just at-at local functions and all that. You know, county dances and the like."
"Really?" the countess asked with undisguised interest. "My brother has attended a provincial county dance? The mind boggles. I suppose that next you're going to try to tell me that the moon recently crashed into the channel."
"Well," Caroline added, swallowing rather painfully, "he only attended once. It's a... small community here near Bournemouth, and so naturally I know who he is. Everyone knows who he is."
The countess was silent for a moment, and then she abruptly said, "You say my brother's house isn't very far?"
"Why no, my lady. It shouldn't take more than a quarter of an hour to walk there." Caroline eyed the trunks. "You'll have to leave your things behind, of course."
The countess waved her hand in the air in what Caroline was now terming the Ravenscroft wave. "I
shall simply have my brother send his men to fetch them later."
"Oh, but he-" Caroline started coughing wildly, trying to cover up the fact that she'd been about to blurt out that Blake employed only three servants, and of them, only the valet was strong enough to
do any heavy lifting.
The countess whacked her on the back. "Are you quite all right, Miss Dent?"
"Just-just swallowed a bit of dust, that's all."
"You sounded quite like a thunderstorm."
"Yes, well, I am occasionally given to fits of coughing."
"Really?"
"Once I was even rendered mute."
"Mute? I can't imagine."
"Neither could I," Caroline said quite honestly, "until it happened."
"Well, I'm certain your throat must be terribly sore. You must accompany us to my brother's home. A spot of tea will be just the thing to restore you."
Caroline coughed again -this time for real. "No no no no no no no," she said, rather more quickly than she'd have liked. "That is really not necessary. I would hate to impose."
"Oh, but you wouldn't be imposing. After all, I need you to direct us to Seacrest Manor. Offering you tea and a bit of sustenance is the very least I can do to repay your kindness."
"It's really not necessary," Caroline made haste to say. "And the directions to Seacrest Manor are quite simple. All you have to do is follow the-"
"I have a terrible sense of direction," the countess interrupted. "Last week I got lost in my own home."
"I find that difficult to believe, Lady Fairwich."
The countess shrugged. "It's a large building. I've been married to the earl for ten years now and I still haven't set foot in the east wing."
Caroline just swallowed and smiled weakly, having no idea how to respond to that.
"I insist that you accompany us," the countess said, linking her arm through Caroline's. "And I might as well warn you that there is no use arguing. I always get my way."
"That, Lady Fairwich, I don't find difficult to believe at all."
The countess trilled with laughter. "Miss Dent, I think you and I are going to get along famously."
Caroline gulped. "Then you plan to stay here in Bournemouth for some time?"
"Oh, just a week or so. It seemed foolish to travel all the way down here and then turn right back again."
"All the way? Isn't it just a hundred miles?" Caroline frowned. Wasn't that what Blake had said that morning?
"A hundred miles, two hundred miles, five hundred miles..." The countess did the Ravenscroft wave. "If I have to pack, what difference does it make?"
"I-I-I'm sure I don't know," Caroline replied, feeling as if she'd just been leveled by a whirlwind.
"Sally!" the countess called out, turning to her maid. "Miss Dent is going to show me to my brother's house. Why don't you remain here with Felix and guard our bags? We shall send someone for you with all possible haste."
Then the countess took a step in the direction of Seacrest Manor, practically dragging Caroline along with her. "I daresay my brother will be surprised to see me!" she chirped.
Caroline moved forward on wobbly legs. "I daresay you're right."
Blake was not in a good mood.
He had obviously misplaced every shred of good sense he had ever possessed. There was no other explanation for his carrying Caroline off to his room and nearly ravishing her in broad daylight. And if that weren't bad enough, now he was aching with unfulfilled need thanks to his meddling butler.
But the worst -the absolute worst- part of all was that now Caroline had up and gone missing. He'd searched the house from top to bottom, front to back, and she was nowhere to be found. He didn't think she'd run away; she had far too much sense for that. She was probably out wandering the countryside, trying to clear her head.
Which would have been a perfectly understandable and indeed commendable pursuit if her likeness weren't depicted on bills plastered all over the county. It was a bad likeness, to be sure -Blake still thought the artist should have drawn her smiling- but still, if someone found her and returned her to Prewitt...
He swallowed uncomfortably. He didn't like the hollow feeling he felt at the thought of her leaving.
Blast that woman! He didn't have time for a complication like this, and he certainly didn't have room in his heart for another woman.
Blake swore under his breath as he pushed aside a gauzy piece of curtain and scanned the side garden. Caroline must have left via the servants' stairs; that was the only exit she'd have had access to from the washing room. He'd searched the grounds completely, but he'd been checking the side the most often; for some reason he thought she'd come back the way she had gone. He didn't know why. She just seemed the sort who would do that.
There was no sign of her, however, so Blake just cursed again and let the curtain drop. It was men that he heard a loud, rather strident knock at the front door.