“What will happen to the poor boy?” she asked.
“The
“Do you want to go today?” she asked.
He looked into her eyes. “There would be too many questions to answer here,” he said. “And I want to spend the rest of today here with you even if you
He grinned at her.
She did not smile back.
“Thank you, Constantine,” she said. “Thank you for telling me.”
And good God, devil take it, he felt tears welling into his eyes. He drew his hands from hers hastily and turned to pick up Wexford’s letter. He hoped she had not seen. That was what happened when one let go a little and confided in someone else.
He ought not to have burdened her with his problems. She was preparing for a party.
“I love you,” she said.
He turned his head sharply, tears notwithstanding, and gazed at her, startled.
“I do,” she said softly. “You need not feel threatened by it. Love does not deck the beloved in chains. It just
And she turned about and strode across the lawn again. This time she did not turn back.
Idiot that he was, he felt frightened. Now wouldn’t the
That had been Jon, on the night of his sixteenth birthday.
The following morning he had been dead.
He closed his eyes. Pray God Wexford had got Jess safely out of jail by now. And it
THE CHILDREN’S PARTY was long and chaotic and excruciatingly noisy. The children all enjoyed themselves enormously, with the possible exception of Cassandra’s baby and another babe in arms, who both slept through most of the proceedings as though nothing very special was happening at all.
The adults were looking a little the worse for wear by the time all the neighbors had rounded up their offspring and herded them off back home and the house guests had picked up all the play equipment and debris and trudged back to the house with the remaining children.
“One always knows a children’s party has been a vast success,” Mrs. Finch said, “when one is so exhausted afterward that even putting one foot before the other takes a conscious effort. Your party has been one of the best, Your Grace.”
Everyone laughed—rather wearily—and agreed.
Hannah was feeling happy and proud of herself as she dressed for dinner an hour or so later. She had involved herself with the children all afternoon rather than standing back, as she might have done, playing the part of gracious hostess. She had even run a three-legged race with a ten-year-old girl who had shrieked the whole length of the course, leaving Hannah feeling slightly deaf in one ear as well as sore in all sorts of places from their numerous falls.
She was feeling happy.
She had told Constantine that she loved him, and she was not sorry. She did love him, and it had needed to be said. She expected nothing in return—at least, so she persuaded herself. But too many things were left unsaid in life, and their unsaying could make the whole difference to the rest of life.
She had told him she loved him.
They had scarcely spoken to each other all afternoon. It was not that they had avoided each other. But they had both been involved in playing with the children and conversing with the neighbors, and their paths had hardly crossed.
Of course, she had made no great effort to see to it that they
She was not going to brood. There was one whole evening of her house party left, and though everyone would undoubtedly be tired, they would also enjoy relaxing together in the drawing room, she believed. She was looking forward to relaxing with them.
And she believed she had female friends who would
If only she could find the courage to be her inner self as well as the Duchess of Dunbarton in London.
Life was complicated. And exciting. And uncertain. And …
Well, and definitely worth living.
“That will do nicely, Adèle,” she said, turning her head from side to side so that she could see her hair in the mirror. It was prettily piled and curled without being overelaborate.
She wore a gown of deep rose pink. She had intended to wear no jewelry, but the low neckline was too bare without anything. A single diamond pendant—a real diamond—hung from a silver chain. And on her left hand she wore the most precious of her rings, her wedding present, along with her wedding ring.
“That will be all, thank you,” she said, and she gazed at her image for a while after her maid had left the room. She tried, as she occasionally did, to see herself as others saw her. In London, of course, she always made sure that other people saw her a certain way. But here? She had felt friendship here during the past few days. Apart from the fact that she was the hostess, she had felt as if no one viewed her as being any more special than any of the other ladies.
Was it her clothing? She had not worn white even once. Or her hair? It was more formally dressed tonight than at any time since she had come into the country, but even now it was not as elaborate as she wore it in town. Or her relative lack of jewelry?
Or was it something else? Had her guests seen during the past few days what she was seeing now? Simply herself?
Was she able to inspire love, or at least liking and respect, as herself?
She was not the
Hannah sighed and got to her feet. She was
She hoped for the sake of both him and Constantine that that situation would resolve itself soon.
“TOMORROW NIGHT,” he said, gazing up at stars too numerous to count. “My carriage