“But the Earl of Merton danced with you,” Hannah said.
“That too is another story,” Cassandra said. “I of all people ought to have realized when I saw you earlier this spring that what I saw was not the real Duchess of Dunbarton.”
“Oh,” Hannah said, “she is very real indeed. I
“I expressed myself poorly,” Cassandra said. “What I meant was that looking at you, I ought not to have believed that I was looking at the complete you. Even yet I do not presume to believe that I
“You were the one chosen to have this word with me, then?” Hannah asked, not knowing whether to be amused or somehow hurt.
“Not at all,” Cassandra said. “But we did talk at length this afternoon while you were gone somewhere with Constantine and the children were either sleeping or playing elsewhere. And we agreed that we really must find a way of telling you how sorry we are that we rejected you on so little evidence.”
“You owe me nothing,” Hannah said.
“Of course we do not,” Cassandra agreed. “But we all want to offer our friendship, if you will accept it after such a shaky start.”
“On condition that I do not hurt Constantine?” Hannah asked.
“He has nothing to do with it,” Cassandra said. “He is well able to take care of himself. And we now know that you are not the sort of person who would willfully lead him a dance and humiliate him. If he ends the affair at the end of the Season, or if you do, or if you part by mutual consent, that is entirely a matter between the two of you. But I think I would like you as a friend, Hannah, and Margaret and Katherine feel the same way. If it means anything to you, Vanessa told us just last week that she has always liked you and admired you, that you were altogether too good for Constantine.”
She laughed softly again.
She had been offered the friendship of three ladies whom she believed she could like very well if given the chance. Perhaps four. The Duchess of Moreland claimed to like and admire her.
And it was, apparently, an unconditional friendship she was being offered.
“We have been discovered,” Cassandra said, and Hannah looked up to see the Earl of Merton and Constantine crossing the lawn toward them. “Angel and devil. It was how I saw them the very first time I set eyes upon them in Hyde Park one afternoon last year. And Stephen really
Hannah’s heart turned over—even though she had seen Constantine in the drawing room just fifteen minutes or so ago. This celibacy was proving to be very hard on the emotions. Not just because she longed to make love with him—though she did—but because the abstinence made her
At least, she
But what had he been about to say out in the woods this afternoon when he had chosen to remain silent instead? Words had been fairly bursting from him.
As they had from her.
She was going to get dreadfully hurt after all. She should never have believed she could play with fire and not get burned.
Or perhaps she would
“We have come to be congratulated on our win,” the earl called when the men were within earshot. “Which you did not remain to witness.”
“Of course,” Constantine said, “we have been accused by the other side of winning only because we had Miss Leavensworth on our team. But that sounds like sour grapes to me.”
“The other side was
“Well, there you are, Cass,” the earl said. “You are biased. We might as well change the subject before we come to blows.”
He propped one foot on the bench at his wife’s side and draped an arm over his leg. Constantine leaned one shoulder against the trunk beside Hannah and crossed his arms over his chest.
“It is so beautifully silent out here,” the earl said after a few moments.
“Not so,” Constantine said. “If you really listen, Stephen, you will hear wind in the trees, a nightingale singing, laughter from the drawing room, among other sounds. All contributing to a sense of quiet well-being. Hannah taught me that this afternoon when we were strolling in the woods.”
They all listened.
Except Hannah.
He had just called her by name. For the first time.
And here she was, part of a relaxed group, feeling the warmth and acceptance of it. She was not at the center of it, holding court as she usually was in groups. She was
If she were to let go of the last vestiges of her defenses, she could believe that she was part of a group of two couples.
She clasped her hands rather tightly in her lap. She would not let go. The looming heartache, not to mention
“You are perfectly right, Con,” the earl said after several minutes, sounding surprised.
Constantine’s hand came to rest lightly on Hannah’s shoulder.
She felt like weeping.
Or leaping to her feet and dancing in the moonlight.
Chapter 17
EVERYONE SEEMED EXCITED next morning at the prospect of the children’s party during the afternoon, even those guests who had no children. After breakfast a few of the men, led by Mr. Park, went out to mark out a cricket pitch not far from the lake. Julianna Bentley and Marianne Astley went with Katherine, who was looking only very slightly pale, to stake their claim to a piece of level land upon which various races would be run. Barbara Leavensworth headed a self-proclaimed committee to plan a treasure hunt. Lawrence Astley and Sir Bradley Bentley offered to test out the boat, which had been repaired and painted last year but never actually rowed out onto the water. Jasper, Lord Montford, took the older children riding to get them out from underfoot. A