Author’s Introduction.
When considerably
younger, I read and thoroughly enjoyed the many works of Georgette Heyer. A completely new and colourful world of Regency Romance opened up to me, and I found the whole range of books delightful in the extreme.
One book, The Masqueraders, was to become my favourite, dealing with issues with which I could readily identify. It had everything one could want in a book: -
Wonderful characters,beautiful women, handsome heroes, nasty villains, duels by moonlight, deception, love and romance, highwaymen, heroic deeds and horse-back rides across open countryside. Good triumphed over evil, and true love prevailed.
It also had a hero who spent most of the book dressed as a beautiful woman, and a heroine who appeared as a man.
I have planned for a long time to modernise the story, using those wonderful characters that Georgette introduced to me then. Now I feel I am in a position to fulfil that ambition, and if this turns out half as good as the original, then I will be well pleased.
I make no apology for lifting the book from the eighteenth century and plonking it into the twenty-first. I am probably breaching all manner of copyright laws, but I state now that although the opening of the story is based on that great book, by the very nature of the world we find ourselves, my story will be different, save some of the names and the fact that it takes part in London. Anyone who has read the original work will be able to see where I am going to end up, but hopefully not the direction I intend to take to get there.
My thanks to those who helped me edit, but mainly my thanks to the late, great Georgette Heyer for being such an inspiration.
Tanya Allan
Modern Masquerade
by Tanya.J.Allan
Part Eleven
A big man is awake.
Thursday saw the Marriotts back at
work. Although ‘Katie’ had been told she didn’t need to go in, she had a
couple of tasks to fulfil in relation to checking some data on the company
records. Robert had told Rob precisely what he needed, and so there was no
doubt as to what he was looking for.
It was remarkably easy; and related to some minutes of meetings with
some executives from the Tech -American Group. He found what he wanted, copied
what he needed and returned to his office. Sheena was waiting for him.
“Hi Katie, how are you?”
“Fine Sheena. I haven’t seen you for some time, are you okay?”
“Yeah, still looking for that special person,” she said with a smile.
“Well, that’s life. What can I do for you?”
“I heard you’re off to Paris with the big cheese.”
“Yeah, so?”
“I was wondering, if you’d like some company, I could meet you at
your hotel?”
“That’s very sweet, but I don’t think it would work,” Rob said,
trying not to be too harsh. Actually, Sheena was a very attractive girl, but
Rob knew that his secret was just too tricky.
Sheena looked disappointed.
“How about a drink tonight, just to chat?” she said.
“Okay, just a chat, right?”
“Well, if things progress, you know how it is?” Sheena said with a
small smile.
“Sheena, you’re very sweet, but actually I think I’ve found
someone.”
“Lucky person. May I know if it’s a he or a she?”
Shit! How to get out of this one?
“It’s the opposite gender to me, does that help?” he said.
“He’s a lucky boy. Well, if you ever want to come over the fence,
I’ll be here.”
“Thanks, I’ll bear it in mind.”
“Still okay for the drink after work?”
“Just a quickie.”
Sheena smiled and left him alone.
Relieved at his quick thinking, Rob went back to work, to try to
calm himself down.
In the legal department, Pru was having a slack moment. The phone
rang.
“Tremaine’s, legal department.”
“Peter, I have to see you.”
It was Tony.
“Where are you?”
“In my car, I’ll be in town in about an hour.”
“This sounds serious.”
“It is.”
“Is it a legal matter, I’m not a solicitor, yet.”
“No, it’s not legal, it’s more, I suppose one could say, a matter of
the heart.”
“The heart? And you need to speak to me?”
“I do. I need your, ah, advice.”
“My advice. I’m flattered, but I’m hardly an expert in this field.
What makes you think I can help?” Pru asked, suffering turmoil in her mind.
He’d met someone else, and she was dying a little.
“I can’t drive and speak. I have to meet someone in about an hour,
will you be free for lunch?”
“Yes, where?”
“Anywhere you like.”
“The Duke of York is quite good, do you know it?”
“Yes. I’ll be there at half twelve.”
Pru put the phone down, and noted she was shaking. Tears threatened
to engulf her. She quickly went to the lavatory and shut herself in a cubicle.
She’d lost him!
The tears came, and she just let them, crying silently. If only
she’d told him. Cursing her father, her brother, herself and the whole world,
there she sat, a picture of dejection.
Somehow, she managed to regain composure. After about ten minutes,
she waited for the lavatory to be clear, emerged and washed her face in cold
water. Then she returned to her desk, engrossing herself in her work. She
watched the clock, and time seemed to be made of treacle, all of a sudden, as
that second hand seemed made of lead.
At a quarter past twelve, she got up and casually sauntered out to
go to lunch. No one stopped her, and she found herself walking very fast
towards the pub, which was about a five-minute walk from the building. On
entering the pub, she noted it was filling up with the usual lunchtime
regulars. She couldn’t see Tony, but she was a few minutes early. Going over
to the bar she ordered a half pint of lager, and found a secluded table in a
corner. She sat, toying with a beer mat, looking up expectantly every time
someone entered the pub.
At about twenty-five to one, Tony arrived. Pru was surprised as he
was in his scruffy old farmer’s gear, including green wellies. He stood in the
doorway for a moment, scanning the crowd. Then he saw he, and with a brief nod
and a smile, made his way over to her.
“Got a drink?” he said.
“Yes thanks.”
“Sorry I’m late, bloody lawyers.”
“Thanks,” she said, trying to smile.
“I’ll just get a drink. Have you ordered food?”
“I’m not hungry.”
He looked at her with a strange expression. Then he nodded and went
to the bar. Pru sat there, feeling tormented, and thinking of all the ways she
could tell him the truth. It seemed to take ages for him to return, but she
realised it was only a couple of minutes.
Pretending to be calm and that nothing was wrong was hard, but Tony
simply sat and said nothing for ages. He was frowning, and looked troubled. Pru’s
heart went out to him, and she longed to reach out and hold his hand.
“So, what’s the problem?” she asked, forcing her voice to be businesslike.
“There’s this girl,” said Tony.
“And?”
“Well, it’s slightly complicated, but I’m not sure how she feels
about me.”
“Ask her, it’s usually the best way, or so I’m told.”
“Hmm, I want to, but I think I’m more likely to complicate things if
I do.”
A couple of office workers sat really close, the pub was becoming
crowded, and Tony looked very uncomfortable.
“If you want, we could go for a walk. I can always catch a sandwich
later,” suggested Pru.
Tony nodded and finished his pint in one long gulp. Pru finished
hers and they left the pub and the noise behind.
It was a crisp sunny spring day, and both felt better outside. They
strolled down the pavement towards the embankment.
“How do you think she’d react?” Pru asked.
“I’m not sure. I think I might scare her a little.”
“Why?”
Tony smiled.
“Because she’s a complicated soul, and I think I’m an extra
complication that will cause her undue problems.”
Pru was quiet for a moment, her brain going into overdrive.
“Does she know what you feel about her?”
“No, at least I don’t think so. I’ve been careful not to let my
feelings show too much. But it is quite hard.”
“Why?”
“Because I love her.”
They had reached the river. They stood, side by side, watching the
boats moving up and down in front of them.
“Then I should tell her at the first opportunity,” Pru said, her
heart breaking as she said the words.
“I shall. But I need to know the best way to do it.”
“I don’t think there’s a right way or wrong way to say it. You’ll
make her day however you do it.”
Tony smiled, still staring across the river.
“Are you sure?”
She laughed.
“I’m sure. She’ll be the luckiest girl in the world.”
Tony looked sharply at her, watching her every expression.
“I don’t want to make an arse of myself,” he said, turning away
again.
“Why should you?”
“Probably because I’d be sticking my nose into something I have no
knowledge about.”
“What, love?”
“No, her complicated life.”
“How so?” she asked, looking at him, a glimmer of hope in her heart.
“Well, for some strange reason she’s pretending to be something she
isn’t, and I just want her to know that I don’t care. How does one get through
to someone deeply into a strange deception?”
At this point, he turned and looked at her, his eyes piercing her
very soul. Pru’s heart rate increased and she felt slightly faint.
“What?” she stammered.
“Look, this can’t go on, I can’t take the pretence any more. You’re
brilliant, but as I’ve come to get to know you, I am as sure as I can be what
you really are. I just need to know why?”
Pru felt a rushing sensation in her ears, and as she wavered two
strong arms reached out and steadied her. She looked up into his eyes, and saw
the deep feeling he had been hiding from her.
“I can’t!” she said, fighting back the tears. A passing tourist saw
two men almost embracing and hurried along as if he might become infected.
“Walk with me,” he said.
Both with hands rammed into their pockets, they walked slowly along
the embankment.
“How did you guess?” she asked, her voice calm and now up to her
usual pitch.
“It was a slow process. It started at the dinner. I actually saw
the wine going down the sleeve. It’s a trick I learned ages ago and on its own
would have meant nothing. Then, the following morning, your reaction to me
puzzled me. I thought you might have been gay, but then my instincts kicked
in. You really are very good you know?”
“Thanks, I’ve still failed,” she replied.
“May I know your real name?”
“You’ll laugh.”
“I won’t, I promise.”
“Prudence.”
Tony didn’t laugh, but he smiled, nodding.
“It is very fitting, somehow.”
“My friends call me Pru.”
“May I be a friend?”
“I don’t deserve your friendship.”
“You do. So, your sister, she obviously knows, who else?”
Pru smiled.
“My sister, my father and Theresa.”
Tony frowned.
“Your father wouldn’t be Robert Tremaine, by any chance?”
Pru stopped walking.
“Is there anything you don’t know?”
“Lots, but I am now confused. Tremaine is supposed to have had a
son and a daughter. Not two girls.”
Pru said nothing. They started walking again.
“No! I don’t believe it, not Katie?”
She nodded, still saying nothing.
“I’ll be buggered!” said Tony.
“Not by me you won’t!”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…., but Katie, a boy? I don’t believe it!”
“Believe it, he is so much better than I.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know the whole story, and in a way it’s sad that you have
exposed me now, as we are so close to the end. Dad was framed for an
embezzlement he never did. The men responsible know Dad has evidence that can
harm them, so they’ve been trying to locate and kill him for years. We’ve had to
use extreme measures to keep hidden, and these role reversals have been one of
many ploys.”
“You can trust me, I’ll not betray you. Why should I? I want you
to be my wife.”
Pru stopped walking again.
“What did you say?”
“Pru, I love you. I love your courage, I love your steely resolve
and I love your loyalty. I want to take you away from this deception. It isn’t
right. I want to carry you off to my farm, and allow you to blossom into the
wonderful woman you should be.”
These words broke Pru’s steely resolve, and she broke into tears.
They came to a bench. They sat close, but still not touching. Pru’s
control was still in place, just, and she wasn’t going to break with her
discipline.
“How can you love me, I’m living a lie?”
“I don’t know. I just know I do. Once I’d guessed, I had to spend
as much time with you as I could, but in the end, being with you and not being
able to speak to you as I wanted, and not being able to touch you or kiss you.
It was driving me mad, so I went back to the farm. I kept thinking about you
all the time, and in the end, I knew I just had to come and force you to admit
what you really are.”
Pru was silent, wanting to reach out and touch him, but so
entrenched in her role, she couldn’t.
“Tell me, was the highwayman your talented brother?” Tony asked.
“You guessed?”
“No, I’ve only just worked it out. So he was the one who freed
Letty from the kidnapper. My God, what a family!”
“Poor Rob, he’s still slightly screwed up by the role playing.”
“Ah, so it’s Rob. I was wondering what his real name was. I can
imagine it does. He does a very good girl, I even fancied my chances, until I
realised I loved another.”
“I feel such a fraud.”
“Why?”
“I so want to be the woman for you.”
“You are, on the inside.”
“Tony, you don’t need someone like me. There are so many
respectable women who’d leap at the…”
He kissed her, interrupting her. In broad daylight, two supposed
men kissing on the embankment of the Thames.
He stopped and she looked up at him.
“There, that wasn’t too bad, was it?”
She shook her head.
“Now. How do I find out what she feels about me?”
“Ask her.”
“How do you feel about me?”
“I love you with all my heart, all my soul and all my life.”
“Marry me?”
“Tony, I can’t, I have to…”
He kissed her again.
“Marry me?”
“Ton…..”
“Marry me?”
“Oh all right!”
He burst out laughing.
“Oh, with such grace. Thank you. Now, when can you give up this
charade?”
“A week, not much longer.”
“I’ll hold you to
that. Now, I’m starving, how about some lunch?”
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