“She could not keep her mouth shut, then?” he asked bitterly.
“I have not,” Constantine said. “But I do not need help, Stephen. Neither yours nor Moreland’s. The house is full. There are no rooms to spare. May I suggest
He was behaving badly. He knew it and was powerless to stop it. He was so dashed
“A stubborn mule,” Elliott said. “He named himself well, Stephen, would you not agree? But this
“I don’t need you, Moreland,” Constantine said. “And this is my property. Get off it.”
“I
“Con,” Stephen said, “we care. A whole lot of people care. And why the devil did you not tell us about this place when I first came to Warren Hall? Why make such a secret affair of it?”
“It was upon
“Do you think I would have cared?” Stephen asked. “Do you honestly think it, Con? Or that Meg would have cared? Or Nessie or Kate? Did you not owe it to your brother’s memory to tell us?”
“No,” Constantine said. “Jon did not do this to impress anyone. He did it because he wanted to, because it was
“Surely he would not if you had explained,” Stephen said.
They both looked at him. He was staring at the ground, his features hard. There was a lengthy silence.
His cousin, Constantine thought. His best friend most of his life. His partner in crime when they had both gone to London as very young men to sow some wild oats.
And then Elliott’s father had died suddenly, not long after Jon had made his ghastly discovery about their own late father’s activities and dreamed his dream of Ainsley and made Constantine promise to tell no one about it. Jewels had been sold, Elliott had noticed they were missing and almost at the same time had found out about all those women and their children in the neighborhood. And the whole mess had blown up in the faces of Elliott and Con.
Ass and mule.
There was a soreness in Constantine’s chest as he waited for Elliott to answer Stephen’s question.
“I loved Jonathan,” he said at last, without lifting his eyes. “It was a painful thing, that love. And then my father died, and I was responsible for him. I knew you were quite capable of looking after both him and his affairs, Con. But I was young and almost overwhelmed by all my new duties, and I felt obliged to do all that was proper and fully understand his business before bowing out and leaving all to you as my father did before me. But then I found that a large number of the jewels were missing, and you refused to explain but merely told me to go to hell when I asked, and—”
“You did not ask,” Constantine said, his voice flat.
His cousin looked up with an impatient frown.
“Of course I asked,” he said. “I could not simply let something like that
“You did not ask,” Constantine said again. “You
“I did
“Did.” Constantine grinned without humor. “Did, didn’t, did, didn’t. Sound familiar, Elliott? We must have spent half our boyhood saying one or other of those words to each other. Often it ended in fisticuffs and then laughter. But not this time. It does not matter anyway. Even if you had asked and I had answered and you had believed me, you would not have allowed it to go on. You would have stopped Jon and ruined what turned out to be his life’s work. His legacy.”
“Surely not—” Stephen began.
But Elliott was staring at Constantine with unfathomable eyes.
“I probably would have,” he admitted. “My instinct was to protect Jonathan, even from himself. I always marveled at the way you treated him like a regular person, Con, but one who needed to be met at his own level. I always marveled that you could
He stopped abruptly and shook his head, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.
“You are quite right,” he said. “I
“Don’t send us away, Con,” Stephen said. “Perhaps Elliott can help. Perhaps I can. Perhaps not. But don’t send us away. We are your relatives, and you
Constantine stared broodingly at him.
Hannah had sent them.
Hannah.
The soreness in his chest deepened.
“There are spare rooms at the dower house,” he said, pointing off to the east to where the house could just be seen nestled among the trees not far from the artificial lake that a previous owner had had constructed. “It is where I live. If it is not too humble for your tastes, you may stay there.”
It was a grudging enough invitation. He was not sure if he was glad to see them or not. Perhaps it did not matter how he felt, though. He was not the issue here. Jess was.
And his honesty?
“Please come to stay with me,” he said before either man could answer. “You need baths and rest and a good meal before anything else. Come.”
“When—” Elliott began.
“Four days,” Constantine said abruptly. “There is all the time in the world.”
And he went striding off ahead of them down the gravel path that led to the dower house.
Four days.
He could hear them coming behind him.
Chapter 19
ELLIOTT AND STEPHEN went off to call on the judge the following morning, both dressed