“And leave you?”

“The time comes, Linnet, when mothers and daughters must part.”

“And you wanted me to marry Fennimore that we might always be quite near.”

“Not only that, Linnet. I wanted it because I felt that Fennimore is a good man who would be kind to you. I longed to hear you say that you were betrothed.”

“So might we have been but for that night.”

“Your father must not know. I fear that man. I feared him when he strode into the inn. I had an uneasy feeling that he was going to bring some evil to us. When we left the inn that morning I felt such an immense relief that it seemed out of all proportion to what had happened. Now I understand it. If we had only taken a different road.”

“You can always say that of life, Mother. It is always a matter of taking the wrong or the right road.”

“Now we must be sure to take the right one. I’m glad you have told me, Linnet. Together we will find the solution to this. But there must be little delay. No one here must know that you are pregnant. It is early yet.” She calculated swiftly. “It is not yet two months. If we go to my mother we must do so within the next month.”

“What will my father say?”

“We shall have to be very careful with him. He is expecting an announcement of your marriage to Fennimore. He will not understand this sudden desire to go to London and may well oppose it. That could delay us. You know his impatience. Now he has decided to throw in his lot with the Landors he wants you wedded and providing him with grandsons to continue with the business when they come of an age to do so. It is the best way, Linnet. In fact I think it is the only way. You might of course tell Fennimore. He would be discreet. No one can blame you. And who knows he might be ready to marry you.”

“I couldn’t, Mother, not with the child.”

“You would grow used to the idea. Perhaps it would be best.”

“Please do not tell him.”

“We will not act rashly although we must not delay too long. This has been a terrible shock and I need time to think. Dearest Linnet, I do not want you to go to my mother. To lose you would break my heart, for I should see so little of you and we have been together all your life. Yet it seems to me the best solution, unless of course Fennimore …”

“I am so relieved that you know,” I said. “It seems so much easier to bear now.”

“We will find a way out, darling,” she said. “Together we will find the way.”

The way was found for us. A few days after I had told my mother, Colum Casvellyn came to visit us. I was in my bedchamber sewing a button on one of my gowns when Jennet came in very excited.

“He’s here,” she said. “He’s come to call.”

“Who?” I asked.

“The one who rescued you and brought you back.”

I felt my knees tremble.

“This can’t be so.”

“Oh yes, ’tis so, Mistress. He rode into the courtyard like as though he were master here and he leaped down and shouted to one of the grooms who stood gaping at him. Then he saw me and he said: ‘Go tell your mistress, your young mistress, she has a visitor.’”

“You are sure it is this man?”

Jennet blushed in that foolish coy way as though she were a young girl instead of an experienced woman in her forties.

“Oh yes, Mistress, there be no mistaking him.”

I said: “Bring him into the winter parlour. I will join him there.”

She was off with all speed. I thought: I should find my mother. It would be better if we saw him together. But no, I wanted to see him alone first. I wanted to test my feelings for him.

I could scarcely wait to reach the winter parlour. He was already there, standing with his back to the window, legs apart in that arrogant manner which was characteristic of him and suggested that he was the owner of everything in sight.

“Good day to you,” he cried, smiling broadly. He strode towards me and taking both my hands drew me towards him and kissed me on the mouth.

I flushed hotly and drew back in dismay.

“Coy?” he said. “Reluctant? Oh no, not after all we have been to each other.”

My heart was beating so fast that I could not find my voice. I was filled with uncertainty. I had never felt this overpowering emotion before. It was a hatred, I supposed; but I was not entirely sure.

He looked at me intently. “I came to see how matters stood,” he said.

“I do not understand you, sir.”

“After such pleasure as we shared there could be results. I was anxious for your health.”

“How could you know …” I cried.

His eyebrows were raised; his eyes lighted suddenly with pleasure.

“’Tis so,” he cried. “’Tis so indeed.”

He tried to take me by the shoulders but I stepped back sharply. “By God,” he cried. “I knew it. You were meant to bear sons, I’ll swear. I sensed it that night at the inn. You and I together …” Then he threw back his head and laughed loudly. It was the laughter of triumph.

I stood back still farther. I wished that I had called my mother to come with me.

“You are sure?” he asked.

“I have told my mother.”

His eyebrows were raised again. They were thick, bushy and very arched.

“What says she?”

“You must be gone,” I said. “I never want to see you again.”

“Not see the father of your child?”

“It must be forgotten. I am going away. We have planned it.”

“Going away? Where will you go?”

“I am not prepared to tell you.”

“Going away … carrying my child!”

I cried out in despair. “Leave me alone, I beg of you. Have you not harmed me enough? Never let me see you again.”

“I came here,” he said, “to offer you marriage.”

“That is noble of you,” I said with sarcasm.

“I am a man to honour my obligations.”

“This one may pass. You could best make amends by going away and never coming into my life again.”

“And the child?”

“Will be taken care of. It shall never know that it was forced on an innocent girl who was drugged to satisfy a cruel man’s lust. If you will make amends, go away.”

“I am going to look after you and the child. We will marry without delay. Our son will be born a little prematurely for respectability mayhap but that is not a matter to cause us over much concern.”

“How could I marry you?”

“Simply. I could get a priest today. The sooner the better for the sake of our child.”

There was a scratching at the door and Jennet came in with wine and little cakes. She was dimpling as though it gave her great pleasure to serve such a fine gentleman. I noticed too that old as she was he was not unaware of her. It was that overwhelming sensuality in her, I supposed, which matched that in him.

I said: “Pray tell my mother that Squire Colum Casvellyn is here, Jennet, and beg her to come with all speed.”

He looked at me slyly as though he knew it was a cry for help.

When Jennet had gone he said reproachfully: “We did not need your mother to decide for us.”

“I do not wish to remain here alone with you.”

“We were alone, remember, all through that memorable night.”

“How dare you speak in that way. As though … I were a party to it.”

“But you were a party to it. You made no attempt to run away.”

“How could I?”

“’Twould not have been easy, I’ll grant you. But you were not in truth averse. I awakened something in you. Something you will never forget. That is why you will be wise to accept my offer, give our child a name and give me many more children. I need a wife. I want sons. I know you will be the one to provide them.”

My mother came in.

She stood on the threshold and her eyes flashed in rage.

“How dare you come here!” she demanded.

He bowed ironically. “Madam,” he said, “I came to ask for your daughter’s health and to offer her my heart and hand along with the marriage bond.”

“Marriage!” she cried.

“’Tis only seemly, since as you know we have already bedded and with results.”