The Importance Of Love
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The handsome Viscount Kennington has never enjoyed a good relationship with his father, the Earl, but he loves his grandparents and they love him.
But when a family scandal is aired after the sudden death of the Viscounts grandfather, the Marquis, the family feud grows worse.
The Viscount retreats to the huge mysterious house in Devon left to him by his grandfather.
At the same time the lovely orphan, Luella Ridgeway, has been travelling through France with her aunt, but now finds herself on the Viscounts doorstep.
She is being relentlessly pursued by Frank Connolly, the youngest son of a minor Irish Lord. He is obsessed with her and tries to blackmail her by threatening to reveal a dark secret in Luellas past that she fears will prevent any decent man considering her a suitable match.
But the Viscount soon becomes smitten with Luella and when Frank Connolly puts her life in danger, can he save her and convince her that he loves her in spite of her past?
And will he ever be reconciled with his father?
Find out how love wins through in the end in this exciting and dramatic story by BARBARA CARTLAND.
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The Importance Of Love - Barbara Cartland
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CHAPTER ONE
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1901
Come, Aunt Edith,
whispered Luella Ridgeway, as she watched the bell boy struggling with a pile of suitcases as they entered the lift. We must make haste.
The bell boy grunted and shifted the case under his arm so that it was more comfortable. Why the English ladies were in such a hurry at this hour of the night was beyond him.
Luella,
asked the Countess of Ridgeway, as she squeezed into the lift alongside her. Did you remember to pack your nightclothes that were underneath your pillow? I do hope you did not leave that lovely silk nightdress behind.
It’s in the brown case,
sighed Luella as the lift slowly descended.
The lift doors opened and they found themselves in a lobby that was eerily quiet. There was only a night porter on duty and one desk clerk.
The Countess strode purposefully towards the desk and, in clear French, asked for their bill.
You are leaving us, Madame la Comtesse?
enquired the clerk.
We are and I would be obliged to you if you would refrain from answering any enquiries as to our whereabouts or our destination. We wish to travel in secret.
"Bien sûr, Madame la Comtesse," replied the Clerk, handing over their account.
The Countess stared at it through her lorgnette and then pulled out several high-denomination notes from her purse. Luella stood nervously behind her, looking around with eyes as uneasy as a frightened rabbit’s.
Aunt, I do hope that awful man is not about to come through those doors,
she said with a great deal of agitation in her voice.
Do not concern yourself,
replied the Countess. I heard him order a carriage to the casino just a few hours ago – he will be ages yet. He will play until his funds have run out.
I do hope so,
muttered Luella, brushing back a strand of fair hair that had escaped from her hat. Her pale-blue eyes were large and the pupils very dilated. Her bottom lip trembled in her sweet, heart-shaped face and she looked for the whole world like an ethereal waif, wafted to earth by the Gods themselves.
It was those unusual looks that had brought her trouble. Ever since she had encountered Frank Connolly in a hotel in Monte Carlo, he had proved to be a most difficult customer.
It is always the same with these hard-up buccaneers,
her aunt had said, when he had made Luella cry with his persistent and unwanted attentions. He looks at you and as well as desperately wanting to own your beauty, all he can see is a fortune that will rescue him from his ignominy. He must know that you stand to inherit a very large sum, not to mention all my Scottish estates when I am gone.
Oh, Aunt, do not even mention that! I don’t care a fig for your money, although I must admit that I love your castle very much.
And it will be yours one day,
the Countess had replied.
And now, a month later, they had been forced to flee from hotel to hotel with Frank Connolly in hot pursuit.
Finally, after a terrible week in Paris where he had threatened to take his own life if Luella would not promise to marry him immediately, they had decided to head for England and return to their Scottish home in Perthshire.
Tucking her purse under her arm, Aunt Edith followed the bell boy out to the waiting carriage and the night porter ran to hold open the door for them.
"Bon voyage, Madame Comtesse, Mademoiselle Ridgeway, he said with a bow.
Will we see you again soon?"
I should not have thought so,
said the Countess haughtily. Then turning to the driver she spoke urgently, "Depechez-vous, monsieur. La Gare Saint Lazare, s’il vous plait."
With both women and their luggage safely on board, the carriage sprang forward and Luella heaved a sigh of relief.
She knew that her aunt was right. Frank Connolly would be at the gaming tables long into the small hours of the morning by which time they would be on the boat train for Dover.
As they tore through the streets of Paris, she sat back in her seat and thought of Scotland.
It had been a year since she had last set foot on British soil and she was looking forward to her return.
We shall not linger in Dover,
said Aunt Edith, as they reached the station. I know a discreet hotel in Hastings where we shall stay before we make our way to the West Country.
The West Country!
cried Luella. Are we not travelling to London to catch the Inverness train? I had been looking forward to shopping and sight-seeing.
No,
asserted the Countess quietly. London is the first place that Connolly will come looking for us. No, we shall outfox him by detouring to Cornwall and then, from there, we shall travel North as soon as I feel that the coast is clear.
Why Cornwall, Aunt?
I have a very dear friend who lives just outside Bude whom I have not seen in many years. I have already written to her saying to expect us. Frank Connolly is not an easy man to shake off – an obsessed man never is. I shall not rest until we are on the boat and I am certain he is not on board.
Upon arriving the driver opened the door for them and Luella saw a porter scurrying towards them with a trolley for their cases.
Yes, the sooner we reach Calais, the better,
she agreed, following their luggage. I so hope we have now shaken off Frank Connolly for good!
*
Very well, Kennington – I’ll see you.
The red-haired man with the neatly clipped moustache drew heavily on his cigar and held his cards close to his face as the smoke curled upwards. Opposite him, David, the Viscount Kennington, sighed and threw his cards down on the table.
A pair of sevens,
he said in disgust as his fellow player scooped up the pile of coins and notes from the centre of the table. I’m out, old man.
What, you are quitting?
I am afraid so, Chalmers,
sighed Viscount Kennington, rising from his chair. He swept his hand over his thick black hair and stretched out his long muscular arms.
The tie around his neck remained loose as he gathered up the small pile of coins next to him. He stood up and retrieved his jacket from the back of the chair.
Another night, maybe, your luck will be better,
said Lord Chalmers.
I have lost all heart for the card tables of late,
replied the Viscount wearily.
Nonsense, man. You have just had a bad run of luck that is all. You should try another game next time.
The Viscount smiled thinly and adjusted his necktie. It was two o’clock in the morning and he was tired. He hoped that his driver had not fallen asleep outside in Hanover Square.
Goodbye, then, Kennington. Will I see you at the Reform next weekend? Bit of a beano with the Straffords – their son and heir is getting married.
I will see. Goodnight, Chalmers.
Goodnight, Kennington, and do not disappoint us! Strafford will be dashed upset if you do not put in an appearance.
The Viscount smiled at him through the cigar smoke and buttoned his jacket. He strode towards the exit with a lithe grace that pointed to a fondness for athletics in his youth.
At Cambridge he had been the star of the rugby team as well as a champion oarsman.
But those days were long gone, as was his passion for architecture that had taken him to the university in the first place.
Many of his tutors had hoped he would become a very successful architect, but since returning to London he had idled his time away in the gaming houses and gentlemen’s clubs of the Capital.
There were so many distractions once the Season started – and then there was the Gaiety Theatre with its beautiful and available women.
The Viscount had disappointed his father by showing no signs of continuing the family line by entering into the state of marriage. In fact, he had done everything in his power to avoid it.
I do not ascribe much importance to love,
he had told his companions, one evening around the dining table at Lord Cheshunt’s house. One should take one’s pleasures naturally. But marriage? It is for fools who have no choice in the matter.
There had been much sage nodding of heads around the table of assorted Lords, Earls and Baronets, all of whom had made ‘good marriages’, but who inevitably found amusement in the arms of women other than their wives.
Climbing into his carriage, the Viscount yawned and was glad that the journey from Hanover Square to South Audley Street would be a swift one. He longed for the comfort of his bed in the house that his modest income had bought him.
‘If only Father had not decided to punish me,’ he thought.
The Viscount felt upset that his father had effectively curtailed his hopes of renovating and remoulding a derelict property that Lord Chalmers had told him about.
After he had refused to marry the heiress to the Merriott fortune, his father had shown his displeasure by cutting his allowance and forbidding the Viscount’s grandfather from intervening and supplementing his favourite grandson’s income.
Grandpapa has always been keen for me to resurrect my career in architecture and that house Chalmers mentioned would have been just the thing,
he murmured out loud. Perhaps I should pay him a visit tomorrow and see if I can persuade him to help me out. What Father does not know cannot hurt him!
With hope dawning in his heart, he settled back in his carriage and allowed the rocking movement to lull him to sleep. By the time they arrived at South Audley Street, he felt happier than he had done in weeks.
*
The next morning, Hoskin, the Viscount’s valet, shaved him and helped him dress.
Will you be requiring breakfast, my Lord?
Not today, Hoskin. I intend to call upon my grandfather. Some hot coffee is all I need.
As soon as Hoskin had finished attending to him, the Viscount gulped down a cup of coffee and put on his hat and a light jacket as the weather was warm and fine.
His mind was very much on the property that Chalmers had told him was up for sale – an almost derelict, Jacobean mansion on the outskirts of Buckingham with plenty of land and a river running through it.
‘This would give me the opportunity to prove to myself that I am still capable of producing wonderful and modern designs,’ he told himself, as he tipped his hat to Lady Castleford who passed by in her open landau on her way to Hyde Park.
He quickened his pace as he approached Grosvenor Place.
‘I do hope that Grandfather will be able to give me the funds I require,’ he thought, striding swiftly along Grosvenor Crescent to the imposing house in the far corner of Belgrave Square. He was soon ringing the ornate brass doorbell and waiting for Bates, his grandfather’s butler, to open the door.
The heavy door swung open and Bates greeted him robustly.
My Lord! His Grace will be delighted to see you. He is in the dining room having his breakfast. Shall I set out another place for you?
That would be excellent, Bates. Thank you.
He walked towards the dining room and entered without waiting for Bates to announce him. The Marquis of Alderberry was busy taking the top off his egg and sighing over a headline in the newspaper.
David. How nice to see you,
he exclaimed. Bally nonsense, this Boer War,
he added, indicating the newspaper in front of him. It’s all boiling up again.
The Viscount sighed,
I have no interest in military matters. Some of my Cambridge chums are out there and they write to me saying the whole affair is beastly.
He sat down in the chair that Bates had pulled out for him.
His grandfather was fond of a large breakfast and as usual there was a tasty selection of dishes keeping hot on the buffet.
What will you have, my Lord?
Kedgeree and toast, please, Bates.
Now, to what do I owe this honour, young man? You do not usually grace me with your presence so early. I suspect that something, or someone, has precipitated this visit.
The Viscount laughed fondly.
You are as sharp as ever, Grandfather. Yes, there is something I wish to discuss with you.
Well, ask away,
said the old man with a smile.
Grandfather, I will be blunt. I need a considerable sum of money to invest in a derelict property that I have been tipped off has just become available. My thoughts are that this is a project I could really throw myself into.
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