Someone to Honor (Westcott Series #6)

Someone to Honor (Westcott Series #6)

by Mary Balogh

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Overview

First appearances deceive in the newest charming and heartwarming Regency romance in the Westcott series from beloved New York Times bestselling author Mary Balogh.

Abigail Westcott's dreams for her future were lost when her father died and she discovered her parents were not legally married. But now, six years later, she enjoys the independence a life without expectation provides a wealthy single woman. Indeed, she's grown confident enough to scold the careless servant chopping wood outside without his shirt on in the proximity of ladies.

But the man is not a servant. He is Gilbert Bennington, the lieutenant colonel and superior officer who has escorted her wounded brother, Harry, home from the wars with Napoleon. Gil has come to help his friend and junior officer recover, and he doesn't take lightly to being condescended to—secretly because of his own humble beginnings.

If at first Gil and Abigail seem to embody what the other most despises, each will soon discover how wrong first impressions can be. For behind the appearances of the once-grand lady and the once-humble man are two people who share an understanding of what true honor means, and how only with it can one find love.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781984802378
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date: 07/02/2019
Series: Westcott Family Series , #6
Pages: 400
Sales rank: 353
Product dimensions: 4.10(w) x 6.70(h) x 1.10(d)

About the Author

Mary Balogh has written more than one hundred historical novels and novellas, more than thirty of which have been New York Times bestsellers. They include the Bedwyn saga, the Simply quartet, the Huxtable quintet, the seven-part Survivors' Club series, and the Westcott series.

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One

 

Home at last!

 

Well, back in England, at least. Twenty months had passed since his last brief, disastrous stay here, after the Battle of Waterloo, in 1815. Now he was back.

 

But as Lieutenant Colonel Gilbert Bennington, Gil to his friends and acquaintances, disembarked from the packet in Dover after making the night crossing from Calais, he felt only weariness, irritation, and a heavy foreboding that coming home was not going to bring happily-ever-after with it.

 

He grimaced at the sight of an elegant traveling carriage, ducal crests emblazoned upon its doors, standing on the dock, for it was obviously awaiting him. Or, more specifically, Avery Archer, Duke of Netherby, one of his three traveling companions. Gil would have far preferred to hire a chaise for the journey ahead, but he might have guessed that nothing but opulent splendor would do for His Grace on his own native soil. And it had to be admitted, grudgingly, that this conveyance would be far better than a hired chaise for one of their other companions, Harry. Harry was looking gray with exhaustion.

 

Gil had not intended to have three companions for the journey. He had recently spent a year on the island of St. Helena as part of the garrison that guarded Napoleon Bonaparte during his second exile. When he had returned, on a ship bound for France rather than England for the simple reason that it was the first outward-bound vessel after his term of duty was over, he had gone to Paris. There he had discovered, quite by chance, that his old friend and comrade Major Harry Westcott, who he thought had died at Waterloo, was convalescing at a facility for military officers. Gil had last seen him after the battle, when his injuries had seemed mortal. But against all odds Harry had survived-barely. And after more than a year and a half he was itching to go home, though his physicians advised strongly against the strenuous journey. He was still not fully recovered.

 

Gil had offered to escort him, and Harry had jumped at the opportunity. He had invited Gil to stay with him for a while once they were back home, and Gil had accepted. He wanted to be in England. He needed to be there. But he was reluctant to go all the way to his own home. There were things that must be done first.

 

But then, at the last possible moment, two of Harry's kinsmen had arrived in Paris with the purpose of conveying him home themselves. And although Harry himself was a mere illegitimate member of his family, his kinsmen were powerful men. Aristocrats. They were Avery Archer, who had once been Harry's guardian-before the illegitimacy was discovered-and was now his brother-in-law; and Alexander Westcott, Earl of Riverdale, head of the family and holder of the title that had once been Harry's-also before the discovery of the illegitimacy.

 

It was a bit of a complicated family, Gil understood. Harry had never spoken much about it.

 

They had traveled together, the four of them, though Gil had tried to bow out. He did not feel comfortable in aristocratic company. Despite his senior military rank, he was in reality a nobody from nowhere and as illegitimate as Harry. A gutter rat, if one chose to call a spade a spade. But Harry had begged him not to change his mind, so Gil had come. His friend would need him after his relatives had conveyed him home and returned to their own families.

 

"Ah," the Duke of Netherby said now, looking at his carriage through the quizzing glass he raised to his eye. "A sight for sore eyes. How much did you wager, Harry, that my carriage would not be here?"

 

"Absolutely nothing, if you will recall," Harry said. "It would be more than the life of your coachman is worth, or his livelihood anyway, to be late."

 

"Quite so," His Grace said with a sigh. "Let us go find a nearby inn and enjoy a good English breakfast. I daresay there will be a meaty bone somewhere on the premises too."

 

The meaty bone would be for Gil's dog, a great lump of a canine of indeterminate breed that had followed him from Waterloo to England to St. Helena, to France, and now back to England. She stood panting at Gil's side, happy, he believed, to have her paws on firm soil again. Within moments she was inside the Duke of Netherby's carriage with the rest of them, draped over Gil's feet like a large sheepskin rug and half over Riverdale's boots too.

 

The carriage transported them the short distance to what Gil did not doubt was the best inn in Dover, where three of them ate a hearty breakfast and Harry nibbled without enthusiasm upon a piece of toast. His Grace then called for pen, ink, and paper and wrote a brief note to inform his duchess of their safe return to England and of the change in their planned destination. His relatives had intended to take Harry to London, where other relatives awaited him, including his mother, the Marchioness of Dorchester, and one of his sisters. But Harry had insisted upon going to Hinsford Manor in Hampshire, where he had grown up. He wanted the quiet of the countryside, he had explained to Gil. More to the point, he wanted to avoid being fussed over, and fussed over he would be if he went to London.

 

Having arranged for the note to be sent, His Grace joined the other three in his carriage and it proceeded northward without further delay. It was certainly a comfortable carriage, Gil conceded. It also attracted the gawking attention of everyone it passed.

 

Harry, on the seat opposite, next to Riverdale, was even paler than usual, if that was possible, and thin almost to the point of emaciation. His good looks and ever-cheerful, energetic charm had deserted him. He was twenty-six years old, eight years younger than Gil. Apparently for the six months following Waterloo the army physicians had been in daily expectation of his dying. He had been taken to Paris after the first month-why not back to England none of the military authorities seemed to know. Even after the six months he was being assailed by one infection and fever after another, only to have to face a painful, life-threatening surgery five months ago to remove an embedded bullet, which his surgeons judged had shifted closer to his heart. Having it removed would very possibly kill him, they had warned. Not doing so certainly would. He had survived the excruciatingly painful ordeal, but the renewed infections and fevers had almost killed him anyway.

 

Gil hoped the ordeal of their trip would not accomplish what all the fevers and infections had been unable to do. He hoped Harry would survive the journey, which Gil had encouraged and arranged.

 

"You must be happy to be back in England, Harry," Riverdale said. "Though it is unfortunate you are being treated to a typical English welcome." He gestured toward the window. Heavy clouds hung low over a landscape that was being buffeted by a west wind and assaulted by a slanting rain.

 

"It is indeed a good feeling," Harry said, gazing out upon the scene. "But I have been thinking and wondering. I suppose it is altogether possible I will be descended upon not just by rain in the next week or so. Do you think there is any chance the family will come visiting since I am not going to London to visit them?"

 

"I would certainly not wager against it," Alexander said. "They have all been eagerly awaiting your arrival in London. I doubt your choosing to go to Hinsford instead will deter them. It is not terribly far from London, after all."

 

"The devil!" Harry muttered, closing his eyes and setting his head back against the plush cushions.

 

"I suppose," Riverdale added, "you have chosen to go straight to Hinsford at least partly in order to avoid the commotion awaiting you in town."

 

"Yes, at least partly," Harry admitted-and then laughed unexpectedly without opening his eyes. "I ought to have known better. And if I had known better, I would have felt obliged to warn you, Gil. There is possibly no other family on earth that rallies around its members as the Westcotts do-and that includes those who are married to Archers and Cunninghams and Handriches and Lamarrs and . . . Did I miss anyone? Once a Westcott, always a Westcott, it seems. Even if one is a bastard."

 

"You know that is a word we never use within the family, Harry," Riverdale said. "Think of your sisters when you use it, if you please, even if not of yourself."

 

Gil, without showing any outer sign, was wishing like hell that Harry had thought to warn him that his fond family was likely to descend upon him en masse even though Hinsford was some distance from London. Most of them would be gathered in London now for the spring session of parliament and the social whirl of the Season. He might have guessed, of course, when these two men turned up unexpectedly in Paris as emissaries of the family. But it had not occurred to him even then that the rest of them would actually journey into the country to see Harry when he arrived home.

 

After all, no family had ever rallied around him, either on his mother's side-they had turned her out, never to relent, after she conceived him-or on his father's. The most his father had ever done for him was purchase his ensign's commission in a foot regiment after word had reached him of the death of Gil's mother. Gil had been at that time a sergeant with a British regiment in India. Later he had purchased a lieutenancy for his son too, but Gil had written to him on that occasion, and not to thank him-why should he thank a father who had ignored his very existence for more than twenty years, only to swoop down seemingly from nowhere with a gift his son had neither wanted nor asked for? Gil had written to inform the man that he need supply no further patronage and that it would be refused if it was offered. By that time Gil had been wishing heartily that he were still a sergeant. He had been happier with his own kind.

 

He and Harry had fought together in the Peninsula and at Toulouse and Waterloo. They had been friends from the start, perhaps because they had one thing in common apart from their regiment and military experiences: They were both bastards-yes, it was always as well to call a spade a spade-in a gentleman's army. In the officer ranks of the army, that was. Hard work and prowess, talent and dedication to one's men and mission, counted for far less in the officers' tents and messes than did birth and fortune. Oh, Gil and Harry had never been ostracized outright, it was true, but they had always been made in subtle and sometimes not-so-subtle ways to feel that they were outsiders. That they did not quite belong. That they were a bit of an embarrassment. Occasionally more than a bit.

 

He gazed out the window on his side of the carriage at the gloomy countryside, though it was only the heavy clouds and rain that caused the gloom. It was England, and he felt a rush of affection for his native land even if there were not very many happy memories associated with it.

 

He had a home of his own here, Rose Cottage in Gloucestershire, purchased during the Indian years when he had acquired what had seemed to him-it still seemed-a fabulous fortune in prizes. He had invested what remained of it after the purchase, engaging the services of an agent in London he had been persuaded to trust, happily as it had turned out. He could have lived like a gentleman from that moment on if he had chosen to leave the army. He had not done so, however. Nor had he done so anytime since. The army was all he had known since he left home at the age of fourteen in a recruiting sergeant's untender care, and on the whole it had been good to him. The life had suited him.

 

He had gone home after the Battle of Toulouse in 1814, though, taking his pregnant wife with him. He had taken her to Rose Cottage-a great deal larger actually than a cottage despite its name. And all his own. His anchor to this world. The place where he would send down roots. The place where he would raise his family. Home. The dream of happiness had become even more of a reality when Katy was born-Katherine Mary Bennington. Ah, that achingly happy day following hours of pain for Caroline and anxiety for him. That dark-haired baby. That warm little bundle of squawking humanity.

 

His daughter.

 

It was a brief interval in his life almost too painful to look back upon. Therefore, he rarely did. But some memories went deeper than conscious thought. They were there always, like a leaden weight, or like an open wound that would not quite kill him but would never heal either.

 

Happily-ever-after had begun to slip away when Caroline, her confinement over, had become more restless than usual and peevish about the inferior size of the house and the dullness of the village on the edge of which it stood, and the insipid nature of their social life there. It had slipped further a little more than three months after Katy's birth when Gil had been recalled to his regiment following Napoleon Bonaparte's escape from his first exile, on the island of Elba, and his return to France to gather another vast army about him.

 

Caroline had wanted to go too, leaving the baby with her mother. He had refused. Following the drum was no life for a lady, though Caroline had done it for a few months before he married her when her mother brought her to the Peninsula after she had finished her lady's schooling. And a baby needed her mother and a home and her father's financial support and the promise of his return as soon as he was able. A baby actually needed both parents, but life could not always be ideal. He had tried to make it as secure and comfortable as was possible under the circumstances.

 

By the time he had hurried home after Waterloo, alarmed by increasingly mutinous letters from his unhappy wife, she was gone. So was their daughter. And her nurse. But no one-not their servants, not any of their neighbors-knew just where they had gone or when they were likely to return. He had not seen either one of them since, though he did know that Katy was in Essex, living with her grandparents, General Sir Edward and Lady Pascoe, to whom, unbeknown to him, she had been taken before Waterloo, soon after his own departure for Belgium. Lady Pascoe had refused to let him see her, however, when he had gone to her home, frantic for news. Caroline, he had discovered later, had gone off to a house party at the invitation of old friends and from there to another party and another. Gil could neither pursue his quest to retrieve his daughter nor go in search of his errant wife before he was abruptly and unexpectedly posted to St. Helena. Doubtless thanks to General Pascoe.

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Someone to Honor (Westcott Series #6) 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 8 reviews.
Anonymous 10 days ago
Ms Balough is a tlented writer but the only book in this series I really enjoyed was the first one. I found myself skimmimg through each of the others; this one held my interest better than most,
Anonymous 11 days ago
Not one of her best - kind of a lame versions of books she's done before. Did not really believe they were in love. Well written, though.
Anonymous 12 days ago
Loved this story about family love and second chances. Does help if you’ve read the other books in this terrific series. It’s more a great story than a great romance, but it resonates on many levels for those who have lived with difficulties and become stronger and yes, ultimately happier in spite of and because of their life experiences.
Anonymous 11 days ago
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rlane 13 days ago
4.5 Stars You don’t need to read the previous books to enjoy Someone to Honor, but there are quite a few characters/couples that show up from previous installments that won’t mean much to you if you don’t. Also, you wouldn’t feel original big shock that Abigail and her family feel at finding out they were illegitimate (since their father wasn’t actually married to their mother because was married to another woman). The impact of that doesn’t come through as much six books later, but if you go in knowing that it shattered the children: Abigail, Harry, and Camille then you won’t miss much. But you’d miss the delight of experiencing the other stories if you skip, so there is that. Abigail travels to her childhood home to meet her brother Harry, back from war, weakened, but slowly recovering. Here’s where she meets Lieutenant Colonel Gilbert Bennington, a fellow soldier of Harry’s who escorted and helped him on the journey home. Gil comes off as gruff, rude, and a little bit imposing to Abigail at first, and Abigail comes off as cold and haughty to Gil. Abigail and Gil start off on the wrong foot, but I felt the energy and chemistry between them immediately. Even though they ruffled each other’s feathers, these two were aware of each other whenever together in a room, no matter if there were a crowd of people surrounding them. Their romance started out slow as each got to know each other. Both Gil and Abigail were quiet and introspective sort of characters, but the passion between them was moving and unexpectedly sweet. I adored Beauty, Gil’s ugly, but super sweet dog. Gil’s treatment of the kids touched my heart, especially with the letter to Robbie including illustrations of Beauty and her adventures. I was thrilled at how the Westcott’s rallied behind Gil and Abigail, this family is a formidable force when needed! I love Mary Balogh’s historical romances, and her Westcott series in particular has been wonderful from the start! Gil and Abigail came to life with Ms. Balogh’s beautiful writing; perfectly imperfect with many layers, and deep emotions they I felt right along with them. I just checked to and I’m a little surprised, but really excited about the next romance! I thought for sure it would feature Harry, Abigail’s brother, but Someone to Remember features Abigail’s Aunt Matilda, so this will be another mature romance. There was a little encounter between Matilda and Viscount Dirkson that had me wondering, and now I eagerly await their story!
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BarbTRC 15 days ago
Someone to Honor by Mary Balogh is the 6th book in her wonderful Westcott series. I love this series, even though I do not read a lot of historical romances, but this is very well written by Balogh, with wonderful characters that she has created in the Westcott family. I have waited awhile for Abigail Westcott’s story, as she is the youngest sister of the family that lost all of their inheritance, when they discovered their father was legally married to someone else. Abby is a wonderful heroine, who was sweet, outgoing and loyal to her family; as well as accepting her situation at losing her inheritance. After seeing her sister change her life and marry, she decides to accept the offer from Anna (step sister who inherited everything), giving her 1/3 of the inheritance, since Camille (Abby’s sister) had done the same when she married. The family, which incudes Abby, Camille, Harry and their mother have come to love Anna, which took them a few years to move on and welcome themselves back into the huge Westcott family. When Harry returns home from the war, after suffering serious injuries, Abby decides to go back to their original home (Hinsford) to live; even though Harry has brought with him a friend from the war days. Gil Bennington, was Harry superior officer and friend, who decides to help Harry recover and together they arrive at his home (which Anna gave back to him). Gil does not know how long he will stay, since he has things at his own home he needs to address. Seems that when Gil took some time off after his wife died to check on his new born daughter, he was blocked from seeing her by his wife parents. Gil had hired lawyers to fight for his right, while he was away fighting for his country. Abby and Gil start off on the wrong foot, and do not get along; with both displeased that the other is also staying to help Harry. Abby is determined to build a life for herself and help Harry, with no pressure from her family to marry. Gil is desperate to find a way to get his daughter back. In a short period, they get past their initial reaction to one another, and become friends, especially in helping Harry. It is Harry to pushes them together, to help each other. With a court case on the horizon, and the need to prove he is a good fit for his daughter, Gil will propose to Abby. This is a slow build romance, that becomes even more after they marry. It was fun to watch them both slowly fall in love. I loved how Abby faced her family after marrying Gil, and not telling them. It was a great as this wonderful Westcott family comes together to help Gil, despite his determination to keep his distance from Abby’s family (which is easier said than done lol ). I do love this family, and enjoyed how Balogh gave us such a great happy ending; and I also loved Beautiful, Gil’s dog. I will note that for at least half way through the book, I thought Abby deserved better than the bitter Gil, but all ends well. Someone to Honor was a great read. As always, it is wonderful to see all the Westcott’s again. I can’t say enough about Mary Balogh’s writing, as the Westcott series is a ‘do not miss’. If you enjoy regency romance with great couples and secondary characters, you should be reading this one. Someone to Honor is another fabulous fun heartwarming story in this fantastic series.