A Dangerous Fortune - Ken Follett [164]
Hugh did not want the conversation to go that way. “I’ve come here not just as Solly’s friend, but as Maisie’s too.”
Greenbourne stiffened immediately. The sad look went from his face and he became the caricature of the upright Prussian again. Hugh wondered how anyone could so hate a woman as beautiful and full of fun as Maisie.
Hugh went on: “I met her soon after Solly did. I fell in love with her myself, but Solly won her.”
“He was richer.”
“Mr. Greenbourne, I hope you will allow me to be frank. Maisie was a penniless girl looking for a rich husband. But after she married Solly she kept her part of the bargain. She was a good wife to him.”
“And she has had her reward,” Greenbourne said. “She has enjoyed the life of a lady for five years.”
“Funnily enough, that’s what she said. But I don’t think it’s good enough. What about little Bertie? Surely you don’t want to leave your grandson destitute?”
“Grandson?” said Greenbourne. “Hubert is no relation to me.”
Hugh had an odd premonition that something momentous was about to happen. It was like a nightmare in which a frightening but nameless horror was about to strike. “I don’t understand,” he said to Greenbourne. “What do you mean?”
“That woman was already with child when she married my son.”
Hugh gasped.
“Solly knew it, and he knew the child was not his,” Greenbourne went on. “He took her all the same—against my will, I need hardly add. People generally don’t know this, of course: we went to great lengths to keep it secret, but there’s no need to any longer, how that—” He broke off, swallowed hard, and continued. “They went around the world after the wedding. The child was born in Switzerland; they gave out a false birth date; by the time they came home, having been away for almost two years, it was hard to tell that the baby was actually four months older than they said.”
Hugh felt as if his heart had stopped. There was a question he had to ask, but he was terrified of the answer. “Who—who was the father?”
“She would never say,” Greenbourne said. “Solly never knew.”
But Hugh did.
The child was his.
He stared at Ben Greenbourne, unable to speak.
He would talk to Maisie, and make her tell the truth, but he knew she would confirm his intuition. She had never been promiscuous, despite appearances. She had been a virgin when he seduced her. He had made her pregnant, on that first night. Then Augusta had contrived to split them up, and Maisie had married Solly.
She had even called the baby Hubert, a name closely similar to Hugh.
“It is appalling, of course,” Greenbourne said, seeing his consternation and misunderstanding the reason for it.
I have a child, Hugh thought. A son. Hubert. Called Bertie. The thought wrenched at his heart.
“However, I’m sure you now see why I don’t wish to have anything more to do with the woman or her child, now that my dear son has passed away.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” Hugh said distractedly. “I’ll take care of them.”
“You?” Greenbourne said, mystified. “Why should it be any concern of yours?”
“Oh … well, I’m all they’ve got, now, I suppose,” Hugh said.
“Don’t get sucked in, young Pilaster,” Greenbourne said kindly. “You’ve got a wife of your own to worry about.”
Hugh did not want to explain and he was too dazed to make up a story. He had to get away. He stood up. “I must go. My deepest condolences, Mr. Greenbourne. Solly was the best man I ever knew.”
Greenbourne bowed his head. Hugh left him.
In the hall with the shrouded mirrors he took his hat from the footman and went out into the sunshine of Piccadilly. He walked west and entered Hyde Park, heading for his home in Kensington. He could have taken a hansom but he wanted time to think.
Everything was different now. Nora was his legal wife but Maisie was the mother of his son. Nora could look after herself—and so could Maisie, for that matter —but a child needed a father. Suddenly the question of what he was to do with the rest of his life was open again.
No doubt a clergyman would say that nothing had changed and he should stay with Nora, the woman he had married in