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James Leslie said, his hand reaching out to prevent India from joining her chosen swain. “He is a practicing member of Rome’s church, and that is a dangerous thing to be here right now in England as we all know.”

      “The Leslies of Glenkirk were once Roman Catholics, and so was Mama,” India replied pertly. “Did not old Queen Elizabeth once say there is but one Lord Jesus Christ. The rest is all trifles?”

      “Everyone was once a member of the Roman church,” the duke said patiently, “but times have changed now. While I do not believe God gives a damn how we worship him, as long as we do, and are respectful, we must be prudent, India. This family, and your mother’s family have survived by being careful. We do not involve ourselves in politics, or religious bickering. We keep our own counsel and pay the taxes levied on us without complaint. Nonetheless, it would be unwise, even if Viscount Twyford were a suitable match for you, which he is not, for you to wed a practicing member of the Roman church at this time. It is foolish to draw attention to yourself, for if you do, you will find that many people are easily envious of a wealthy and beautiful young girl such as yourself. Such people will strive to harm you.”

      India pulled angrily away from her father. “This is my last day at court,” she said. “Let me do what I want, and associate with whom I choose, Papa. I am seventeen, and I am not some wee lass who needs to be told what to do. If you will take me from the man I love and force me to wed someone of your choice, at least Adrian and I have had this one last day together!” Then with an angry swish of her garnet-colored velvet skirts, she was gone.

      “Let her go,” Jasmine advised her husband. “She is a sensible girl, and will make peace with the situation if you do not irritate her any further, Jemmie. She must sort out her feelings by herself.”

      “Why is it I want to turn her over my knee and whack her bottom with my slipper?” the duke asked his wife.

      Jasmine laughed softly. “Because she has gone and grown up on you, Jemmie,” she teased him. “No father likes to see it happen to his daughter. Not only that, she prefers another man over you these days. What a betrayal to your heart!” She pulled him down, and kissed his cheek. “But I will always love you, my lord duke, and I will not leave you for anyone but death, and then reluctantly.”

      He chuckled. “Oh, my darling Jasmine,” he told her, “it is good that you are wiser than I. Come, and let us enjoy the day. We will bid our friends and family farewell, and be gone from this place. There is too much strife here, I regret, with Buckingham deciding the queen is his enemy and the French king sending a diplomat to sort out what the hell is going on that our king, and his pretty little queen, cannot get along. And the Puritans are gaining more influence and power every day. They will be trouble, mark my words. There is nothing worse than someone who truly believes his way is the only way and everyone must conform, or be punished, or perish. I shall be glad to be back in my highlands at Glenkirk. I do not think I will come to London again. By the way, have you spoken to your aunt Willow yet about some young men for India. I want her married as soon as possible. Let her be her husband’s problem. We have one more daughter and five lads to settle before our job is done,” he concluded with a chortle.

      “Do you honestly believe that marrying them off absolves us of our parental responsibilities?” Jasmine asked. “I do not care how old they get, they will always be our children, and we will always care what happens to them, Jemmie Leslie!”

      “But they’ll be out of the house,” he reminded her cheerfully.

      They spent their day making their farewells, and James Leslie was pleased to see India awaiting them at the riverside quai without Viscount Twyford in tow when they were ready to depart. It was just dusk when they reached Greenwood House. Once inside, India asked her brothers to bring down her trunks and place them in the front hall.

      “But, dearest,” her mother said, “we are not going until Tuesday morning. There is no hurry.”

      “Papa is always saying that I am tardy, and that I keep everyone waiting and make them late being behind with my packing. I decided this time to be ready before all of you. I even had the laundress do my laundry yesterday so she would not be overburdened. I want to see my trunks here in the hall, Mama.” Then she giggled charmingly. “It may be the only time in my life I am ahead of Papa’s schedule.”

      “Well, go and get your sister’s trunks,” James Leslie commanded his sons. “If she is ready now, she deserves the credit for it, and we shall all look admiringly upon her trunks here tomorrow as we pack our own clothing for our departure.”

      India smiled sweetly at her father as her brothers brought down her luggage. “I was very rude to you today, Papa. I apologize for my discourteousness, but I do not ask your pardon for loving Adrian, even if you won’t let us marry. I think you are being very unfair. You will not even give him a chance, but hold him responsible for the bad behavior of his mother and half-brother. It is wrong, Papa, and I am ashamed that you would do such a thing. You have always been a fair-minded man until now.” She curtsied.

      The duke gritted his teeth and held his temper. “You know that I love you, India. You must accept that I know what is best for you. I only want you happy, and damn it, I will see that you are in spite of yourself!” He caught himself. “First love is always the most poignant, but it is not necessarily the most lasting. I want a lasting love for you. You have always trusted me, India. Why will you not trust me in this matter? You are my daughter, and I don’t want you hurt.”

      “If you do not let me marry Adrian, I will be unhappy the rest of my life,” India announced dramatically.

      “Since you two cannot agree on this point,” Jasmine said, interjecting herself between her eldest child and her husband, “I think it best we do not discuss it again tonight. India, you have done a fine job of getting ready, and since you are, you will help your sister and me to pack our own possessions tomorrow. Now, go to your room, my child, and rest. You know how difficult it is to rest along the road, and we have a very, very long journey ahead of us,” Jasmine concluded.

      Kissing her parents, India moved serenely up the staircase and entered her bedchamber. She had given her father one last chance, and she had hoped against hope that he would change his mind and then they wouldn’t have to run away. She sighed. Adrian had been right all along. Her father was not giving them any other choice. Well, this time tomorrow they would be well at sea and on their way to Italy, and all her parents would know from the note she was leaving them was that she and Adrian had gone off to marry and they would not come back until they had.

      “Why do you bait Papa that way?” Fortune demanded, entering the room. “He is not being unreasonable. Your viscount really isn’t right for you, India, but you are always so insistent upon having your own way.”

      “Papa has never said he disapproved of Adrian, only his family,” India retorted.

      “A man is his family,” Fortune replied. “You packed early so you could sneak off tomorrow, and spend time with your swain, didn’t you? Mama saw right through you, and now you’ll have to help us,” she teased her elder sister. “I am very fussy about how my things are packed. It will take you all day between us, I fear.”

      “If you are not careful,” India threatened her sister, “I’ll take all your clothing and throw it out the window!”

      “Ha! Ha!” Fortune taunted, and, picking up a pillow, whacked India with it.

      Within moments, the two were engaged in a pillow fight that ended with them both collapsing into gales of laughter upon the bed.

      “I shall miss you, little sister,” India said.

      “Miss me?” Fortune looked puzzled.

      “When Father marries me off to his dark stranger in a few months’ time,” India quickly said. “God’s boots! Do you realize our childhood is just about at an end? By this time next year we could be both great with child!” She stuffed one of the pillows beneath her skirts and paraded about the room. “Ohhh, I hope it’s a son for my dear lord.”

      Fortune

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