in a drawer. But I’ve been making a special list for you, and the code number for my main safe is on the back of his picture. That’s why it’s here.’
As she was speaking, Charlotte took the photograph out of the frame, and showed Cecily the number neatly written on the back. ‘This is the combination for the big safe, where I keep my jewellery and those documents.’
Reaching for the list on the bedside table, she gave it to Cecily. ‘I just added the number here. And, by the way, those are some of the record books. They are kept with many others in the second safe. I’ve been rearranging them, putting them in order.’
Cecily nodded, glanced at the list. ‘And what are these other numbers?’
‘I’ll explain the list later. I want to tell you something else. When I die, you will take my place and keep the record books. Until you die. Before that happens, you must designate the person who will replace you to keep the records.’
Suddenly troubled, Cecily asked, ‘What’s wrong, Aunt Charlotte? Are you ill?’
‘No, I’m not, don’t be so silly.’
‘Then why are you talking about wills and dying, when you’re about to get married?’
‘You of all people should know how practical I am. I want my affairs in order before I marry Charles. Also, we are going abroad, we’ll be travelling, and I am fifty-eight years old. So, just in case—’
‘Just in case what?’ Cecily interrupted sharply.
‘Don’t get het up, Ceci dear. I’m perfectly well, and fit, and sound of mind. However, I do have quite a few possessions, such as this house, jewellery David bought me over the years, certain investments he made for me. I just want everything to be quite clear to you. I’m not going to die for a very long time, I promise you.’
‘I’ll hold you to that.’
‘I won’t let you down. Nobody knows what’s going to happen from one day to the next. We are not in control of life. Life controls us. We have to handle what befalls us the best way we can. And hope and pray that it comes out right in the end. Remember this, Ceci.’
‘I do take what you say seriously. I do listen to you,’ Cecily reassured her.
Picking up one of the notebooks, Charlotte opened it at a certain page, handed it to Cecily. ‘Please read this particular entry.’
Staring at the page, Cecily read the words which had been penned in a beautiful copperplate handwriting.
Still holding the book, Cecily gazed at her aunt. ‘That’s so sad … they lost a child.’ Her voice was thick with emotion. ‘Do you know who the person was? The man who wrote it? The Swann?’ She was intrigued, curious as well as touched.
‘I think so, but only because of the date. I believe it was Mark Swann who wrote it, the father of Percy and Walter. He was head of the family at that time. Obviously I have no idea who the Ingham woman was. For obvious reasons, he didn’t write her name in the notebook. Protecting her. At least that’s my opinion.’
‘Why did you show me this entry?’
‘For the same reason I told Charles about it a few years ago. I wanted him to understand that there is something mysterious, yet inevitable, about the Ingham men and the Swann women being together. I wanted you to understand that, too.’
Cecily’s dark brows drew together in a frown. ‘I’m not sure I’m following you. What do you mean?’
‘I have been involved with two Ingham men. One died. The other I am about to marry. And what about you and Miles?’ Charlotte paused for a second, and gave Cecily a penetrating look. ‘You and Miles have been extremely close since you were children. And I know you love each other.’
‘Yes, it’s true,’ Cecily admitted, having denied it for years.
‘And there hasn’t been another man in your life, has there?’
‘No. I’m far too busy working. I don’t have time.’
Charlotte bit back a smile. ‘You’re in love with Miles,’ she said again. ‘Other men don’t interest you, hold no attraction for you.’
When Cecily was silent, Charlotte asked, ‘Am I not right?’
‘You are,’ Cecily answered in a low voice.
‘And he’s in love with you. I believe that’s one of the reasons his marriage failed. Clarissa played a role, of course. She wasn’t a good wife. And she never conceived. Anyway, this is the point … he’ll come after you, Ceci. Be prepared. That’s the way the Ingham men are. With us. They just won’t let go.’
Cecily sighed. ‘He told me this morning that he is going to ask for a divorce. He said he hoped we could be together once he was free, because he loved me.’
‘And how did you answer?’
‘I told him I didn’t know how I would feel. I really meant that, Aunt Charlotte. I don’t believe I can go back to him. Ever. He hurt me so much. I can’t forgive him. Or ever forget his treachery.’
‘Oh darling, it wasn’t treachery,’ Charlotte said softly, her heart aching for Cecily, knowing how she had suffered. ‘He had to do his duty as the heir. Whatever his feelings were for you, he had to put them aside. He had no alternative.’
‘You’re defending him!’ Cecily pursed her lips and gave her aunt a hard and knowing stare.
‘No, I’m explaining to you what Miles Ingham faced. It was his duty,’ she emphasized again. ‘He had to marry her, produce an heir.’
‘And, once he’s free, he’ll have to do his duty again! Marry an aristocrat, beget an aristocratic heir. The Earl will see to that,’ Cecily shot back vehemently.
‘No, no, that won’t happen,’ Charlotte replied. ‘I promise you. Very recently, I reminded Charles about that entry you’ve just read, which fully illustrates how long these liaisons have gone on. Over a hundred years. I told him he had to agree that Miles must seek a divorce. That is an imperative. I also explained that he could not interfere in the relationship which Miles would likely have with you later. And the world has changed radically, which Charles accepts.’
Genuinely surprised by this statement, Cecily just sat there, gaping at Charlotte, rendered speechless for a few moments.
And then it hit her. ‘You did this, didn’t you? You put us together this weekend. It was you who told the Earl that Miles and I worked well with each other, that we should handle everything. The events. Any problems or trouble that might arise. It was you, Aunt Charlotte. You manipulated all of us.’
Charlotte shook her head. ‘No, I didn’t. What I did was arrange a situation in which you and Miles would be helpful to us if anything went amiss. And at the same time I knew it would give you both a chance to connect again.’
‘You’re splitting hairs.’
‘Maybe I am. But I’ve watched Miles in his awful misery for six years. Very painful to witness. And I’ve seen how you work and work and work. To counteract your own sorrow and loneliness. You’re both broken. I hoped I could help to mend the two of you somehow.’
When Cecily remained silent, Charlotte went on quietly, ‘Well, I suppose I am guilty as charged. Still, there’s no getting away from the fact that Miles must produce an heir for Cavendon. And the only woman he wants in his bed is you. And that’s