The Heir by Johanna Lindsey Read Free Book Online

damage was done. And because of it, there was really no point in staying any longer in London.
    Sabrina was actually glad to be going home. London, she had found, with all its bustle and glitter, just didn’t suit her at all. It was much toocrowded, mostly dirty, the air more often than not thick with soot and smoke. She sorely missed the pristine cleanliness of a walk in the snow-covered countryside, and the earthy scents of animals and foliage in warmer months, rather than people and garbage.
    She was glad that she had attended at least one ball, since she wasn’t likely to ever find another to attend at home, and a few other parties before the gossip about her ran rampant. She at least knew what it was like now, London. Better to know than to always wonder, so the trip wasn’t a complete waste of time in her mind.
    And unlike her aunts, she wasn’t worried that she would probably never marry now. On the contrary, she figured she would find a nice man someday, one intelligent enough to see through the rumors to the truth. So a few of her ancestors had actually killed themselves. That hardly meant that her entire family was fated to do the same. And if she didn’t find anyone, well, that would be no great tragedy either, and her aunts were proof of that, too.
    Ironically, their hosts, the Reids, found it necessary to travel to Yorkshire as well, since they had received notice to present themselves at Summers Glade to meet Neville Thackeray’s grandson, who would soon be arriving there himself. Quite naturally, it was suggested that they all travel together. This was Lady Mary’s idea. Her daughter, Ophelia, though, went beyond what could be considered good form in beseeching the Lamberts to join them at Summers Glade as well.
    Alice and Hilary no doubt would have declined if they hadn’t been so despondent over why they were leaving London, and not thinking clearly. They didn’t even like the marquis, after all. But Ophelia admitted that she’d already invited many of her other friends to come to Summers Glade, and it was going to be quite the festive country gathering.
    Sabrina’s aunts were possibly seeing this as one last chance for Sabrina to catch some young gentleman’s eye, so they had readily agreed, They were also anticipating the many parties that Ophelia would no doubt be having at the Glade after she was wed, which would be even more exposure for their niece. The very thought had cheered them up some small bit, so Sabrina didn’t have the heart to object herself, though she at least saw the impropriety of descending on the Marquis of Birmingdale without his personal invitation.
    Nor was Sabrina ignorant of Ophelia’s real motives in inviting them and a slew of other people to Summers Glade, which were twofold. She had been furious, and didn’t mind who knew it, that she was being dragged away from the London Season, and this was her silly way of bringing the “Season” to her. More to the point, though, she apparently felt she needed reinforcements to bolster her courage, but then she’d made it quite clear that she was terrified of the Highland barbarian whom her parents were forcing her to many.
    Though Sabrina was still disgusted over howOphelia was going about getting rid of her fiancé, she did sympathize somewhat. It was so antiquated, after all, in this day and age, to be engaged to many someone you’d never clapped eyes on. Her fear was understandable.
    Sabrina might have sympathized even more if Ophelia had expressed a desire to marry for love instead, but that, apparently, wasn’t on her list of priorities at all. She had merely been too impatient to wait and see if the marquis’s grandson might suit her well enough, and besides, she aspired to a grander title than his. That there weren’t a great many young dukes running around who would fit the bill of having a grander title was beside the point. She was sure she could find one, or a prince, even a king if she set her mind to it.