drama he faced.
- We must allow the Lord to explain Fairhurst - Anne suggested. - Dad, sit down, please. By Rebecca.
Charles Manning told.
- Please, my lord, tell us what happened - asked Anne. Jasper summarized the events of that afternoon, highlighting his instructions to the lawyer to find out which of the brothers was married to Claire.
- None of this would have happened if his brother had a bit of responsibility within that useless head! - The indictment of Mr. Manning echoed around the room.
- Restrain yourself, sir. - The lines around the mouth of Jasper deepened, showing its displeasure, and with difficulty controlled the tone of voice. - I agree it was a big shock and I understand their anger, but I warn you to be careful with the way you talk to my family.
Jasper looked at Rebecca, wondering what feelings were hiding behind the lovely blue eyes. Undeniably, she was suffering, but whatever they were feeling, I knew very well disguised.
- Come, my daughters - ordered Mr., Manning. - Let's go home.
- There are no comments attend the dinner - Rebecca murmured.
- Let the explanations for Lord Fairhurst. I want you right away when they discover that evil tongues no announcement of their engagement.
With his father and sister Rebecca escorting, Jasper had no opportunity to offer a word of comfort or an apology. He did not remain anything other than admire the composure of Rebecca to leave the room, a little shaky, but with the steep chin and nose and shoulders erect.
Watching her from behind, Jasper could not see the glow of rage and revenge in the eyes of Rebecca. The woman he thought were so controlled and gentle shaking with anger and humiliation. Despite the apparent dignity and proud posture, she was determined not to forgive that infamy.
Dorchester Richard Hidalgo was furious to learn of the news.
- How, lady Fairhurst traveled? - Screamed the servant frightened. - Traveled to where?
- In London, sir - poor James replied in a faint voice.
- And what she was doing in London? Fairhurst came back and took her away?
- No, sir. Lady Fairhurst traveled with her aunt, Mrs. Humphrey. The gentleman turned up his nose.
- That witch nosy. I think I died.
- No, it was her sister, Ms. Hathaway, who died last winter. Quietly, James began to move away from the table, fearing the angry reaction to a nobleman. If you do not have to support her mother, elect would have dropped that job. It was horrible to work in a house where there was no consideration for the servants, forced to long hours of exhaustive dedication, with a salary and a regime unworthy of constant fear. Not to mention there is violence to the gentleman with the staff. Richard Dorchester lived by their own rules. It was rude, tyrannical, temperamental and overly womanizer. Over the years, become involved with women of all classes, but was too smart to let the shadow of a scandal or news of misconduct tarnish his name. It was a loathsome villain who could keep secret the treacherous side of his nature. Few knew the unfeeling heart beating under the guise of a man handsome and gentlemanly manners, and the servants remarked that the gentleman would kill to anyone discovering this facet of his character.
- When Fairhurst lady gone? Earlier today, at dawn? James hesitated. The news reached the ears of the created three days before, but nobody had the courage to tell the gentleman. The information would probably cost a bruised face, a bruised lip or broken nose. So James decided to lie:
- I do not know, sir. - His hands shook.
- Idiot! Discover! - Dorchester raised his arm, but James shot at the door. Richard Dorchester, Dorchester or gentleman, as he was called by the villagers, he noticed the boy's career with interest. Perhaps she was being too lenient with the staff. But at that moment, he saw no need to punish the boy. Wait until he comes back with the information, then yes, you apply a good dusting, a concealer that also serve as an example to other