A Place Called Freedom - Ken Follett [43]
“I can do anything I like,” she responded immediately.
Of course, that was the wrong tack to take with Lizzie. Never tell her what she could and couldn’t do. “I didn’t mean—”
“Robert might turn out to be even better at kissing than you,” she said, and she grinned impishly.
Jay laughed.
Lizzie leaned her head on his chest. “Of course I can’t marry him, not now.”
“Because …”
She looked at him. “Because I’m going to marry you—am I not?”
He could hardly believe she had said that. “Well … yes!”
“Isn’t that what you were about to ask me?”
“As a matter of fact—yes, it is.”
“There you are, then. Now you can kiss me again.”
Feeling a little dazed, he bent his head to hers. As soon as their lips met she opened her mouth, and he was shocked and delighted to feel the tip of her tongue hesitantly teasing its way through. It made him wonder how many other boys she had kissed, but this was not the time to ask. He responded the same way. He felt himself stiffen inside his breeches, and he was embarrassed in case she would notice. She leaned against him, and he was sure she must have felt it. She froze for a moment, as if unsure what to do, then she shocked him again by pressing up against him, as if eager to feel it. He had met knowing girls, in the taverns and coffeehouses of London, who would kiss and rub up against a man this way at the drop of a hat; but it felt different with Lizzie, as if she were doing it for the first time.
Jay did not hear the door open. Suddenly Robert was shouting in his ear: “What the devil is this?”
The lovers broke apart. “Calm down, Robert,” said Jay.
Robert was furious. “Damn it, what do you think you’re doing?” he spluttered.
“It’s all right, brother,” said Jay. “You see, we’re engaged to be married.”
“You swine!” Robert roared, and he lashed out with his fist.
It was a wild blow and Jay dodged it easily, but Robert came at him with fists flailing. Jay had not fought with his brother since they were boys, but he remembered Robert being strong, though slow moving. After ducking a rain of blows he rushed at Robert and grappled with him. To his astonishment Lizzie jumped on Robert’s back, pummeling his head and screaming: “Leave him alone! Leave him alone!”
The sight made Jay laugh, and he could not go on fighting. He let Robert go. Robert swung at him with a punch that hit him right beside the eye. Jay stumbled back and fell on the floor. With his unhurt eye he saw Robert struggling to throw Lizzie off his back. Despite the pain in his face, Jay burst out laughing again.
Then Lizzie’s mother came into the room, followed rapidly by Alicia and Sir George. After a shocked moment Lady Hallim said: “Elizabeth Hallim, get off that man at once!”
Jay got to his feet and Lizzie disentangled herself from Robert. The three parents were too bemused to speak. With one hand over his hurt eye, Jay bowed to Lizzie’s mother and said: “Lady Hallim, I have the honor to ask for your daughter’s hand in marriage.”
“You bloody fool, you’ll have nothing to live on,” Sir George said a few minutes later.
The families had separated to discuss the shocking news privately. Lady Hallim and Lizzie had gone upstairs. Sir George, Jay and Alicia were in the study. Robert had stomped off somewhere alone.
Jay bit back a hurt retort. Remembering what his mother had suggested, he said: “I’m sure I can manage High Glen better than Lady Hallim. There’s a thousand acres or more—it should produce an income large enough for us to live on.”
“Stupid boy, you won’t have High Glen—it’s mortgaged.”
Jay was humiliated by his father’s scornful dismissal, and he felt his cheeks flush red. His mother cut in: “Jay can raise new mortgages.”
Father looked taken aback. “Are you on the boy’s side in this, then?”
“You refused to give him anything. You want him to fight for everything, as you did. Well, he’s fighting, and the first thing he’s got is Lizzie Hallim. You can hardly complain.”
“Has he got her—or have you done it for him?” Sir George said shrewdly.
“I didn’t take her down the coal mine,” Alicia said.