The Wild Rose of Kilgannon by Kathleen Givens

Author:Kathleen Givens [Givens, Kathleen]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: England, Historical, Scotland - Social Life and Customs - 18th Century, Scotland - History - 1689-1745, Scotland, General, Romance, Historical Fiction, England - Social Life and Customs - 18th Century, Fiction, Love Stories
ISBN: 9780440235682
Google: unOlcjwzus8C
Amazon: 0440235685
Publisher: Dell
Published: 1999-11-09T05:00:00+00:00

W’D KNOWN OF THE MAXWELLS, BUT HAD NEVER met them. William, the fifth Earl of Nithsdale, Jacobite to the bone, had joined the rebellion early on and had traveled south with one branch of the rebel army. He'd been captured at Preston, after the defeat there, summarily tried, and found guilty of treason. Imprisoned in the Tower after being sentenced to death, he had been allowed frequent visits from his wife, Winifred. The night before his execution, the same day I'd seen Alex, Lady Nithsdale had visited her husband one last time. And stood at his door saying her farewells, sobbing and being comforted by her maid. She'd left the Tower at once, still inconsolable, her maid bending over her. It was not until the guards came to take Nithsdale back to his cell that the real maid was discovered huddled in a corner. We heard later that the Maxwell’s had escaped to Rome.

As a result of their deception, Alex was allowed no visitors but his valet. Bronson, coached in his part by all in Louisa's household and endlessly instructed by Uncle Harry, went to the Tower every day seeking admittance. And on the third day he gained it. He reported that Alex was well, not mistreated, and in good spirits. And that he wanted Gilbey to come at once. Money, Bronson reported, would gain all sorts of special favors, and he'd been able to smuggle some whisky in, for which Alex was very grateful. I watched the self-satisfied butler, knowing I was indebted to him for his efforts, and thanked him as graciously as I could. On my own, I redoubled my efforts to find Angus, and that night I hung a MacGannon plaid out my bedroom window in the hope that someone was watching.

I was very frustrated. I had written to the king and ministers and every member of Parliament that I had ever been introduced to, to no avail. Most never even answered my letters. I had asked my uncles to contact anyone who could assist us. With their intervention the officials listened more often, but nothing had really changed. I’d trudged from apartment to apartment, from office to office, waiting for hours to finally see some minor official who listened with boredom. Occasionally I would receive a cordial welcome and an introduction to the next level of official, and while that was always welcome I’d seen no results from my efforts. Nor my money, though I was lavish in my "gifts."

Will and Betty had returned to Mount garden and I missed my brother terribly. Louisa was always at my side, and Randolph and Harry had been kind and generous, but what I wanted was news from Angus. It was as though London had swallowed him. And then, two weeks after I'd seen Alex, on a warm, late summer evening, I received an invitation written in the Duchess's bold hand. The Barrington’s were having a party. Almost all of London had retired to the country for the summer, and the Duchess's affair heralded the new season and the return of society.

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