Swanlea Spinster 5- Married to the Viscount by Sabrina Jeffries

Author:Sabrina Jeffries [Jeffries, Sabrina]
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Fiction - Romance, Love stories, Romance, Romance & Sagas, Romance: Historical, Romance - Historical, Historical, Historical fiction, England - Social life and customs - 19th century, Arranged marriage, Regency fiction, Nobility - England, Americans - England, Young women - England
ISBN: 9780060092146
Publisher: Avon
Published: 2010-01-25T20:00:00+00:00

It was long after dinner before Abby finally got the chance to stand back and survey her handiwork. Everything in the schoolroom was nearly ready for tomorrow. She and Mrs. Graham still had to finish clearing it out and make room on the long table for stations where she and her friends could letter and glue on the labels, fill the bottles, and tie on the ribbons. But the table had plenty of chairs ranged around it, thanks to Spencer's obliging servants, and she'd managed to find every ingredient she needed to make the Mead… the Heaven's Scent.

Privately, she thought Lady Brumley's plans were crazy, but if her ladyship dictated that the Mead be perfume, why not indulge them? What did Abby have to lose?

"It's a pity you couldn't accept Lady Clara's offer to use her children for this." Mrs. Graham gathered up the books scattered on the table and arranged them on shelves around the room. "It would've made it all go faster, and they'd have liked doing it, I warrant. But after what his lordship's servants told me about his feelings toward children, I guess you were right not to take her up on it."

Abby tensed as she reached for a box. "What did his servants say?"

"That he complains about the boys across the street. I'll admit they're a rowdy bunch, always sticking their noses where they don't belong, but that's no cause to banish them from his garden like he done. They weren't hurting nobody."

"Spencer is a very private person. He works hard and has to listen to boring speeches all day, so when he comes home, he just wants to relax in his own quiet garden. Can you blame him?"

"That ain't the only time. Mr. McFee told me that Mr. Law once gave the boys permission to play in the garden whenever his lordship weren't here, and when his lordship got wind of it, he put his foot right down. Said he'd best not find any boys skulking about his garden without his say."

A chill ran down Abby's spine, but she ignored it. Spencer had a right not to share his garden with anybody. It meant nothing. He might have been worried that the children would hurt the plants or steal the fruit.

Although that seemed petty for a man as rich as Spencer.

Mrs. Graham went on. "But Mr. McFee said you're right to keep them away. He said having children here would set his lordship's temper off something fierce. And you don't want that, do you?"

No indeed. Abby had already had one close call this afternoon when Spencer had come upon her just as she was dripping Mead onto his pillow. Thank heaven she'd already finished scenting his cravats or he would really have lost his temper, especially considering how he felt about scent. She certainly didn't want to risk his ire again.

At her continued silence, Mrs. Graham added, "Mr. McFee also says—"

"Enough about that snobbish butler," she said peevishly. "Since when do you listen to him? I thought you hated him.

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