Colin’s mouth slanted in a smile. “Would you mind if I accepted that offer now?”
That drew a grin from Michael. “You wish to travel immediately?” At Colin’s nod, his grin widened. “You have always been a man of surprises and it pleases me that you have not changed. I shall finish my drink and then, my friend, Kent awaits.”
Colin sent word informing his parents of his journey to Kent and instructed Hunter to follow him. A sense of freedom washed over him as they rode out of town. He knew the feeling would pass, but he was determined to enjoy it while it lasted.
* * *
Imogen arrived at Lanburn Hall just as the sun was setting. The butler opened the door, surprised to see her, but let her in once she acknowledged herself. Emily rushed down the stairs to meet her as she was removing her cloak in the front hall.
“I thought it was Michael until I saw the slight figure alighting from the carriage,” she said cheerfully, opening her arms.
Imogen embraced her; closing her eyes as the warmth of seeing her sister again enveloped her. “Forgive me for not sending word.”
Emily pulled away. “Oh, I told the household to expect you as soon as I sent you that letter, and chambers were already prepared for you.” She hugged her again. “I am delighted you decided to come.”
A pang of guilt twisted in Imogen’s chest. She could not reveal that a scandal was the reason she was here so she silently apologized to her sister. “So am I, Emily. Thank you for inviting me.” It was not untrue, for she was certain she would find some refuge here.
“Where is Warner?” Emily asked; looking about the hall.
“Her mother is ill, so I gave her time to be with her,” Imogen revealed. Then proceeded to introduce her travel companion. “This is Mrs. Cowper. She was very kind to give me her time when I requested it so suddenly. She is also Warner’s cousin and was a maid in Thorneton House for a short while before she married.”
“I did not know,” Emily said. “I must have been here at the time.” She turned to Mrs. Cowper and smiled.
“A pleasure to make your acquaintance, my lady.” Mrs. Cowper curtsied.
Emily inclined her head and returned her greeting before looping her arm through Imogen’s and leading her upstairs to her chambers. “I have much to tell you, but first, how are Mama and Papa?”
“They are very well and send their regards.”
“I still cannot fathom why they wish to remain in London at all times. I understand that Father’s attention is required at the House of Lords but they could surely leave town in the summer and autumn.”
Imogen smiled at her sister’s chatter, pleased she had come. Her fears had clouded her sense of kinship and she regretted feeling the way she had after reading Emily’s letter.
“Or you could visit them,” she suggested.
“I could but, first, I shall invite them again. If they decline, then I shall travel to town.”
Imogen sat on the bed when they entered the bedchamber, feeling exhausted. Emily joined her – taking her hand.
“How have you been faring, Imogen?”
Imogen looked away – aware her sister’s question regarded her supposed grief.
“I am well, Emily. I am out of mourning now.”
“Mama mentioned in her last letter you are to attend a number of events of the Ton.”
When Emily mentioned the ton, she couldn't help but wince. She needed to tell her about the scandal, she reasoned. The gossip sheet wouldn't arrive in Kent for another day or two, so it was wiser for her sister to know before then.
“I attended a soirée hosted by Lady Burenstone,” she began. “There was an incident and it turned into a scandal…” she trailed off; measuring Emily’s reaction.
“Were you involved?” Emily asked; concern flooding her features.
“Yes. I did not intend for any such thing to happen. Lord Bagshire and I were conversing on the terrace — at least, I thought we were — and he—”
“You do not have to explain anything to me, Imogen. I know how quick and vicious the gossips can be.”
“Thank you, Emily.”