hand.â
Her mother looked at her with a touch of pity. âMy dear girl, you cannot think that Ravenscar would have approved such a match, can you? Mr. Birkshaw could not hope to get his permission. He has no money. No prospects. His father is the third son of Lord Moreston. The family runs to males. A plague would have to hit for him to come into the title. And it is only a barony, anyway. I cannot imagine how the man could think he could aspire to the daughter of an earl.â
âI donât think he thought much about my fatherâs title,â Rachel replied with rather more asperity than she was accustomed to using with her mother. âIt was me he fell in love with.â
âThen all I can say is that he is a proper ninny and so are you.â Lady Ravenscar shook her head. âWell, you had better put such foolish thoughts out of your headâand with no time wasted, either. You have to accept Westhampton this afternoonâand with no unhappy looks, either, to give him second thoughts.â
Rachelâs heart turned in her chest. âBut, Mother, how can I accept him? I donât love him! I scarcely even know him! IâI love another man!â
âThere is no reason for him to know that,â Lady Ravenscar retorted. âAnd it would be best if you got that thought out of your head instantly, as well. Your father would never let you waste yourself on Anthony Birkshaw. I can scarcely believe that you have been so foolish as to have given your heart to aâa pauper!â
âHe is not a pauper!â
âBah! You know nothing about the matter!â Her mother faced Rachel, her lovely face set in cold, adamant lines. âDo you think any of us married for love? That any of us knew our husbands before we became engaged? I can assure you that I did not, and neither did your sister.â
âBut Caroline and Richard love each other.â
âYour sister was wise enough not to give her heart until she had given her hand,â Lady Ravenscar snapped. âI cannot believe that you are acting like this. You were always the most biddable of my children, the one I could count on to be reasonable. Obedient.â She paused and gathered her composure, then started again. âWhat did you think we were coming here for? For you to have a summer of parties and fun? Your father had to swallow his pride and accept a loan from Cleybourne to enable you to have this Season. You knew the reason for it. You knew what you were expected to do.â
âYes, butââ Tears glittered in Rachelâs eyes. The dreamworld she had been living in this summer was crashing down around her ears. She could see now how foolish she had been, believing that the man she had fallen in love with would be an acceptable spouse in her parentsâ eyes. She had let herself believe that her love and the brilliant match she must make would somehow turn out to be embodied in the same person. âI cannot!â she cried out in a low voice. âI cannot marry Lord Westhampton when I love someone else!â
âYou can, and you will.â Lady Ravenscarâs voice was implacable. âI am sorry that you were so silly as to let your feelings be engaged. Obviously I was not careful enough. I did not see this foolish romance developing and nip it in the bud. For that, I apologize. But I will take care to correct that mistake now. I will tell Caroline to inform the butler that you are no longer home if Mr. Birkshaw calls.â
âNo!â Pain stabbed through Rachelâs chest like a knife. âMother, you cannotââ
Lady Ravenscar gave her a long, level look. âIf I have to, I will tell Ravenscar, and he will send the young man on his way.â
âNo!â The thought of her father railing at Anthony and barring him from their house filled her with even more fear. Her father was terrible in a temper; there was no telling what he might say to