attempt to talk him out of his decision to leave England.
Still, it was a shame to leave the Wards in such a predicament. Perhapsâ¦he frowned. What ifâ¦Good Lord, he couldnât believe he was even considering this, butâ¦what if he did agree to become Captain Frakenham? For a few days, at least. He could be a great help to the Wards, and heâd have a safe place to convalesce without his brothers being the wiser to his proximity to London.
The idea had some merit. The thought of traveling with an aching head held no appeal. Besides, as much as he didnât want to admit it, he disliked thethought of Miss Harriet Ward brangling with the bank official. He had no doubt she would hold her own, but at what cost? Any cost was too high. She was far too young to pay the price of her own fatherâs shortsightedness. Chase had a sister who was almost the same age he judged Harriet to be, and the entire situation was untenable.
Chase eyed Mrs. Ward. âTell me more about Captain Frakenham.â
Mrs. Ward straightened her lace cap. âMore? Of course! Letâs see, your name is Captain John Frakenham and you have a large ship.â
âThat much, I know. Do I have any brothers or sisters?â
She bit her lip. âIâm not sure.â
âWhere was I born?â
âDevonshire, perhaps. Or maybe Yorkshire. No, wait!â She beamed. âThe Lake District! Itâs lovely up there; I traveled through it with my uncle when I was ten, and it was just breathtaking.â
âYou donât know where Iâm from.â
Her smile faded. âWellâ¦not really. No one ever asked.â She caught his gaze and added quickly, âAnd you never told us. The topic simply never came up.â
âHm. How long have I been sailing.â
âIâIââ
âAnd what items do I deal in? Tea? Silks? What?â
âI donâtââ
âHow old am I?â
âOld?â Her gaze grew somewhat glazed. âIâm sure I donât know. But itâs not important. All you need to remember for your interview with Mr. Gower is that youâre engaged to Harriet and stand to receive a large amount of money very soon.â
Chase wondered if he should press the issue and force Mrs. Ward to confess her deception, but then he thought he caught the glint of tears in her soft brown eyes.
His humor fled. Not tears. He could never hold his own against a crying female; it was his one weakness. When heâd been growing up and his little sister Sara had cried, heâd always given in. Always.
Sara was married now, a countess in her own right and the mother of two children. But even today, if she were to come to Chase, a tear on her cheek, he would do anything she asked. It was one of the things that drove him mad thinking about the woman heâd run down with his carriage. Had she cried? Had anyone heard her? Helped her?
Or had she been left to die alone in the middle of a cold, rain-washed street?
His throat tightened, his head aching anew. How could he live with this? How could he expect his brothers to live with it? He touched his forehead where it ached. Heâd figure out what to do. As soon as he felt better. âBloody hell,â he muttered, a surge of irritation washing through him.
âI beg your pardon?â
âI am sorry,â he said quickly. âI didnât mean to let that slip.â
A faint smile touched her lips. âThatâs quite all right. Mr. Ward was renowned for just such slippage.â
Chase found himself regarding his hostess with a faint smile. It was hard to do elseâthe sun had shimmered her white hair into a lace-topped halo, and her eyes were amazingly like her daughterâs.
âCaptain John Frakenham,â he heard himself say, as if he was trying the name on for size.
Mrs. Ward beamed and, once again, Chase was reminded of Harriet. Harriet who was even now downstairs being
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