His Lordship's Desire

Perched high on the Berkshire downs, five miles north of Lambourn, Standish Court rose out of the mist before the eyes of Alexander Devize. He had not seen his home in over three years and the sight of the large, spreading redbrick building, built around a graveled courtyard, caused a sudden tightening in his stomach. When he left home three years ago, his father had been alive and in charge. Now Alex was the Earl of Standish and he wasn't quite sure he was ready to assume the huge responsibilities that came with his new position. The change from the chaos of the battlefield to the settled sprawling acres of Standish Court would take some getting used to.He left his phaeton at the bottom of the shallow set of stairs that led to the front door and walked slowly upward. He raised the knocker and banged it three times.The door was opened promptly by a burly young footman who looked at him politely. "Yes, sir. May I help you?"Alex had opened his mouth to identify himself when an elderly voice from behind the footman said, "You stupid dolt. That's his lordship!"Henrys, who had been butler to the Devizes for as long as Alex could remember, pushed the large footman out of his way and said in a quavering voice, "My lord, my lord, how wonderful it is to see you home!"Alex took the old man's hand. "It's grand to be here, Henrys. I hope I don't give everyone too much of a shock.""Not at all, my lord. Not at all. Her ladyship will be so glad to see you! She and Mrs. Sherwood are in the Yellow Drawing Room. Will you go to them or do you wish me to announce you?""I'll go along myself, Henrys." He gestured to the door. "My phaeton is waiting. Will you see that everything is taken care of?""Of course, my lord, I shall see to it immediately." Alex took off his hat uncovering his black curls, then walked slowly through the entrance hall. He went through the arch that Adam had created to replicate the Arch of Constantine in Rome and into the centerpiece of the whole house, a huge circular domed room lined with twenty Corinthian columns carved from a striking green-veined marble. The vast open floor was marble and on the walls were a series ofgrisaillepanels depicting sacrificial and martial scenes.Alex's father had designed the room to inspire awe and wonder from the onlooker, and it fulfilled that role admirably. Alex stood looking at it for a long moment, then he proceeded to the right, to the staircase that would take him to the second floor.On the second floor he passed through the main drawing room, which had a magnificent plaster-work ceiling by Joseph Rose, an intricate Thomas Witty carpet which mirrored the ceiling's design, pale blue damask walls and Chippendale furniture, through the music room and into the smaller Yellow Drawing Room, which had windows looking out on the front and the west side of the house.The two women were seated on matching Chinese-style sofas with a tea table set up between them. Both were holding fragile teacups in their hands. Alex focused on the woman with gray-blond hair drawn back into a smooth chignon, "Hello, Mama. I'm home."Lady Standish looked at him and dropped her teacup on the Persian rug. "Alex? Good gracious, is that you?""Yes, it is Mama." He smiled. "I'm sorry to give you such a shock.""You're home!" Lady Standish shrieked. She stood up and held out her arms. "You're home, you're home, you're home!"He enveloped her in a giant hug. "Yes, I'm really home," he said. "You shouldn't be too surprised. You wrote me that I was needed." He kissed her soft cheek. "You smell good," he said."I thought you would come home by yourself last year, when your father died," she said a little accusingly."We were in the middle of the campaign to push the French out of Spain, Mama. We've done that now, and I felt that my usefulness was over. So here I am."Lady Standish sighed. "Well, I won't reproach you any longer." She turned to the woman who was sitting onWolf, Joan is the author of 'His Lordship's Desire', published 2006 under ISBN 9780778323303 and ISBN 0778323307.