securely beneath her chin. It was just as well. There was a significant breeze up here.
They walked all around the battlements, admiring the various views over the city and the countryside beyond before coming to a stop when they were facing the River Thames.
She tipped back her parasol and lifted her face to the sky. One of the ravens for which the Tower was famous was flapping about up there.
“Do you ever think,” she asked, “that it would be wonderful to fly, Constantine? To be all alone with the vastness and the wind and the sky?”
“The dimension man has not conquered?” he said. “It would be interesting to see the world from a bird’s perspective. There are, of course, hot air balloons.”
“But one would still be constrained,” she said. “I want wings. But never mind. This is quite high enough for now. Is it not
He turned his head to smile at her. One did not often hear such unguarded enthusiasm on the duchess’s lips—or see her face so bright with animation. She had leaned her arms on the parapet and was gazing out toward the river. Her parasol was propped against the wall.
“Or perhaps I should sail away to some distant, exotic land,” she said. “Egypt, India, China. Have you ever longed to go?”
“To escape from myself?” he said.
“Oh, not
And yet she acted as though she had escaped that girlhood. She would not even go back to the home and people she had left behind when she married Dunbarton.
“I briefly thought of going to sea as a young man,” he said. “But I would have been gone for months, even years, at a time. I could not be away from Jon so long.”
“The brother you hated?” she said.
“I did not—” he began.
“No,” she said. “I know you did not. You loved him more than you have loved anyone else in your life. And you hated him because you could not keep him alive.”
He leaned his arms on the parapet beside her. Some shallow woman she was turning out to be. What had made her so perceptive?
“Even now,” he said, “I often feel as though I had abandoned him. I will go a whole day—sometimes more —without thinking about him. I go to Warren Hall occasionally just to visit him. He is buried beside the small chapel in the park. It is a peaceful place. I am glad about that. I go to talk to him.”
“And to listen to him?” she said.
“That would be absurd,” he told her.
“No more absurd than to talk to him,” she pointed out. “I think he is alive in your heart, Constantine, even when you are not consciously thinking about him. I think he will always be there. And he is a
He leaned farther out to see down, and then looked toward the river again.
“This is foolishness,” he said. “I
“Did he know,” she asked, “about Ainsley?”
What
“Yes,” he said. “It was his idea—not the gambling, of course, but the purchase of a safe home for women and children who were not wanted anywhere else, a place where they could work and train for something more permanent in the future. He was so excited by the idea that sometimes he could not get to sleep at night. He wanted to see it all for himself. But he died before there was anything tangible to see.”
Her hand, he realized, had moved to cover his on the parapet—and she had removed her glove.
“Was it a hard death?” she asked.
“He fell asleep and did not wake up,” he said. “It was the night of his sixteenth birthday. We had played hide-and-seek for a few hours during the evening, and he had laughed so hard that I daresay he weakened his heart. He told me when I went to blow out his candle for the night that he loved me more than anyone else in the whole world. He told me he would love me forever and ever, amen—a little joke that always afforded him considerable amusement. Forever turned out to be a few hours long.”
“No,” she said. “Forever turned out to be eternal. He loved you forever, as the duke loved me. Love does not die when the person dies. Despite all the pain for the survivor.”
How the devil had all this come about, Constantine wondered. But thank the Lord they were in a public place, even though they appeared to have the battlements all to themselves at the moment. If they had been somewhere private he might have grabbed her and bawled on her shoulder. Which was a mildly alarming thought. Not to mention embarrassing.
He turned his head to look at her. She was gazing back, wide-eyed, unsmiling, minus any of her usual masks.
And he realized that he liked her.
It was not an earth-shattering revelation—or ought not to have been. And yet it was.
He had expected, perhaps, to have all sorts of feelings about the Duchess of Dunbarton when she became his mistress. Simple
He covered her hand with his own.
“I daresay,” he said, “Miss Leavensworth and her fiancé’s relatives have exhausted every conversational topic known to man or woman. And I daresay the young people are ready to climb the walls surrounding the crown jewels. We had better go and rescue them—and bear her off for her first ice at Gunter’s.”
“Yes,” she agreed. “How ghastly it would be to arrive there to find it closed for the day. Babs would be inconsolable. She would not admit it, of course. She would assure us both quite cheerfully that she did not mind at all, that the afternoon had been a delight even without her very first ice. She is such a
He offered his arm as she pulled her glove back on, settled a large diamond ring—or
IT WAS ALMOST MIDNIGHT when Hannah arrived at Constantine’s house. She had not meant to be late—the time for games with him was over, she had decided. But one could not rush away early from St. James’s Palace with the excuse that one had promised to be with one’s lover soon after eleven. Not especially when one had had a private conversation with the king himself for all of ten minutes just as the hands of the clock were crawling upward to that hour.
Constantine had not locked the door. He did open it himself, though, when his carriage pulled up outside. There was no sign of any servants. He must have dismissed them for the night. Hannah did not offer any explanation for her lateness—she would not go
A little less than an hour later they were in his sitting room again, he wearing shirt and pantaloons, she in his dressing gown. A tray of tea with plates of bread and butter and cheese stood on the low table between them.
She could grow accustomed to this, she thought—this cozy companionship after the exertion and pleasure of making love.
She could grow accustomed to
This time next year he would have a different lover, and perhaps she would too, though she was not sure she would wish to repeat the experiment. The thought popped unbidden into her head. There would be a different woman sitting here, perhaps wrapped in this very garment. And he would be there, looking at her with slightly sleepy eyes and relaxed posture and tousled hair.