The Reluctant Widow
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"Lively, amusing...done to a turn!"-Kirkus Reviews
A fateful mistake...
When Elinor Rochdale boards the wrong coach, she ends up not at her prospective employer's home but at the estate of Eustace Cheviot, a dissipated and ruined young man on the verge of death.
A momentous decision...
His cousin, Mr Ned Carlyon, persuades Elinor to marry Eustace as a simple business arrangement. By morning, Elinor is a rich widow, but finds herself embroiled with an international spy ring, housebreakers, uninvited guests, and murder. And Mr Carlyon won't let her leave ...
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the company of a set of men – and sometimes not men only, said Mrs Barrow repressively – association with whom could scarcely have been expected to have improved the tone of his mind. ‘And to think he should not have been in the house above a day when he should have met his end like he did!’ Mrs Barrow said. ‘And at Master Nicky’s hands, too, which does beat all, I will say! I was never more upset in my days, ma’am, me having known Master Nicky from the cradle. But his lordship will settle it!’
will soon find where it leads!’ She started forward, and clutched his sleeve. ‘Nicky, for heaven’s sake do not venture down there without even a candle! You do not know what you may discover!’ ‘Fudge! I am sure there is enough light for me! It must lead into the garden, of course, but how is it we have not seen the door? There is nothing to be afraid of, Cousin Elinor!’ ‘You cannot know that! You may fall, and break your leg, or find something there – oh, I wish you will not go!’ He grinned
inherit his mother’s fortune! Not but what I should doubt whether it can have been handsome enough to stand – But this is to no purpose, Ned!’ ‘Very true. Let us go and welcome our guest!’ They found the butler arranging decanters on a table in the Crimson Saloon, and Lord Bedlington fidgeting in front of the fire. He started forward as Carlyon came into the room, exclaiming: ‘Carlyon, what is this terrible business? I came at once – though I could ill be spared! I was never more shocked in my
exhausting work, and the clouds of dust that thickened the air, and made the ladies sneeze, seemed to indicate that Eustace Cheviot had not been of a bookish turn of mind. Such extraneous matter as floated to the floor when the books were clapped plainly had been placed between the leaves by feminine hands. Several dried flowers were discovered, an old laundry-list, and a recipe for making eel broth, which Miss Beccles thought would be a sustaining diet for an invalid. But of state secrets there
adjuring him to make haste, swung round on his heel, and hurried off to the kitchen. By the time he had brought both the Barrows bustling to the book-room, he had had opportunity to reflect on the improbability of Francis’s having had any hand in Elinor’s plight. He could not imagine any conceivable reason for an assault on her, and began to think that she must have been overtaken by a fainting-fit. She was still unconscious, but Miss Beccles, in answer to an agitated enquiry from Francis,