As I ride up into the drive I realize that I have no idea who this man is that I am supposed to be meeting. My brother, Joshua, told me that I had to come here and pick up a parcel that was very important to him, and he needed it before tomorrow morning. He would not tell me what this parcel is, so I am hoping that it is not to big that I can not carry it on old Charlie, our ever-faithful old horse. I must have missed something that he told me though, because he was insistent that I wear my best dress to come here. This is very bad to say, but I do not even know the name of the person living on the estate that marches with ours.
Looking at the mansion that is before me, I get this awful feeling that I shouldn't be here. There are no lights on except on the ground floor, and there, there are only a very few. I look down again at my dress. I should not have ridden here, but Joshua made it seem very urgent that I get here as soon as possible. Now my dress is crushed and I look like the country mouse that I am.
Before I have time to turn ole' Charlie around, the front door opens. As I look up at the man standing there I feel very nervous. It feels like he is staring through the exterior and seeing directly into my soul.
"You must be Maranda. Joshua said that you were lovely and I can see that for once he was not exaggerating." Walking down the steps toward me I see that this man is very rugged, far more than most men of his obvious class. He is dressed in the height of fashion, but on him it looks right. It is not overdone and it is not to fopish. By the time that he has reached my side I am feeling like there is a very large number of butterflies in my stomach and they have all chosen that moment to take flight. I find, as he looks up at me, that I cannot catch my breath.
"Maranda, please, let me help you down." Reaching up he grasps me about my waist. I am surprised by the strength that I feel in his hands, and when I place my hands on his arms I feel it there too. "Did Joshua tell you why he sent you here?"
Oh my! Suddenly it hits as to who this man is. He must be Sir William. I have heard stories of him. Our servants talk about him non-stop since he arrived back into these parts. I have tried not to listen, but there have been times that I find it very hard not to.
Finally I find my voice. "I am sorry, Sir William, but no, he did not tell me. He just said that I had to come over here and get something and that it was a matter of some urgency."
A strange look comes over his face for a brief moment before he places me on the ground. "Your brother did not tell you about what happened to him while he was in London?"
I instantly get somewhat suspicious, because, since Joshua has been back in the country, it has seemed like he has been nothing but agitated all the time. When I have inquired as to what was the matter, he would just tell me that it was something that I would find out about soon enough. I guess that now is the time for me to find out. "No, why? Does it concern me?"
Guiding me into the house, he puts his hand upon my shoulder. I try to, tactfully, get away, but he keeps his hand just where it is. When we get inside he gently takes my cloak from my shoulders and I shudder with a strange sensation when I feel his hand brush against the bare skin at the back of my neck. "Maranda, I can not believe that he did not tell you what you were really sent here for. I must admit that my opinion of your brother just became a lot lower." Guiding me into a room off the main entrance hall he again has his hand on the small of my back. "Will you please sit down? There are things that we must discuss, and decisions that must be made. I can see now that I was taken for a fool by your brother, and that is one thing that I do not like." Motioning me to a chaise lounge near the fire, he sits down in a chair just to the side of it. When I get my dress situated and I am as comfortable as I can be in the circumstances, Sir William brings out a small blanket to place over my legs. "Are you chilly? It must have been a cold ride over here. I am surprised that Joshua didn't at the very least send you with a buggy to ride in."
I smile up at him. "Thank you, I am very comfortable. In answer to your question, we don't have anything other than ole' Charlie to get around on, so that was my only option. Speaking of which, I should have seen to his..."
"Do not worry, my Dear. Your horse has been taken care of. After we entered the house my man took him to a stall where he will be properly groomed and fed."
"Thank you, Sir."
"Now, if you are ready, we have some serious things to discuss."
A feeling of apprehension steals over me. "I am ready."
"Good. Then let me tell you about your brother. While he was in London this last time he ran into a small problem at the gaming tables. Instead of cutting his losses and quitting at that time, he continued on gambling. The gentleman that he was gambling with was goading him on and would not let him stop. Your brother should have known better than to get into a game with him, but he didn't. By the time everything was said and done, your brother had lost everything. Now, before you jump to conclusions, I will tell you that I paid his debt. I like your brother, but he has to learn his lesson. I paid it with the express, written, contract that he will pay me back and will never go to London again." By now, any thought that I had in to the reason that I am here has left me. I have no idea what is going on. "Now, I know that you and your brother could never afford to pay off the debt with monetary means, so something else must be thought up. I have no wish to have another house, so that is out of the question. Do you have any ideas?"
I look at him with a stunned look on my face. "How much did my brother lose?"
"To this one gentleman, in excess of £100,000. To other gentlemen a few smaller amounts." When I hear how much Joshua owes, all the breath leaves my body. I feel weak and helpless as I look at Sir William. "I only tell you this so that we can decide something to which both parties will be in agreement as to the payment of these debts, as the last thing I would want to see is your brother going to prison." Stunned, I just stare at him. Getting up he goes over to a tray in the corner and pours a small glass of brandy. Bringing it back to me he kneels down and puts it to my lips. "Drink this. It will help you." Cautiously I take a sip and as I feel its warmth spreading through me it seems to bring me back to life as well.
Timidly I look up at Sir William. "Sir, what do you require? I do not wish my brother to go to prison either."
Sitting back down he once again takes on the air of almost indifference. "Well, according to your brother, your family has no money."
"That is correct."