The Secret Mistress

His feelings toward other people were not usually ambivalent. With her they were. He needed to sort them out if he was ever to have any peace of mind again.

His family wanted him to resume courting her. So did Eunice. Eunice had even told him a month ago, the day after Lady Angeline refused his marriage offer, that he ought to consider the refusal merely the first act of a drama, that he should write the rest of the play.

Very well, then. Oh, he would not actively court her. But he would not avoid her either. He would let events unfold as they would. If he was fortunate, events would conspire to keep them apart. Though that, of course, would do nothing to help him sort out his feelings.

But Lord, he thought just before he got up to face the day, both Eunice and his female family members were about as wrong as they could possibly be. He and Lady Angeline Dudley were about as suited to each other as day is to night.

It was a poor comparison, of course. For night and day were two sides of the same coin. One could not exist without the other. They were the perfect balance of opposites, the perfect harmony of nature taking its course.

Night and day worked perfectly together, in fact.

Damnation!

Chapter 16

ANGELINE’S CHANCE CAME that same afternoon.

A number of the guests went out walking, since the sun was shining down from an unusually cloudless sky and all were agreed that the good weather was not to be missed despite a breeze that was brisk at times.

It was not a formal walk. Rosalie had explained the day before that she had deliberately refrained from trying to organize every minute of her guests’ stay. Most of them needed a rest from the hectic pace of the London scene, and at Hallings they must relax and amuse themselves in any way they wished, even if that merely meant nothing more strenuous than reading or chatting or dozing in the drawing room or conservatory.

Although they all started out more or less together, then, smaller groups of them went off in different directions soon afterward. The dowager countess confessed herself quite content to stroll in the formal garden and leave the more strenuous walking to the younger people. Mr. Briden commended her good sense and asked if he might join her. Tresham and Cousin Belinda turned determinedly east as soon as they were on the terrace when the rest of the group was already drifting west. Cousin Leonard and the Countess of Heyward bent their heads together in private conversation and walked across a wide lawn in no particular direction at all and at a speed that did a fair imitation of a tortoise. Mr. and Mrs. Lynd strode off arm in arm in the direction of a largish lake at the foot of a long, sloping lawn, taking the Reverend Martin with them. Viscount Overmyer and his wife were going into the village to look at the church, which had stained-glass windows worth looking at.

The Misses Briden were in a group that included Ferdinand, Sir Webster Jordan, the Earl of Heyward, and Lord Windrow. Angeline and Miss Goddard were also a part of it, and a chattering, merry, noisy group it was too. It also appeared to have the lake as its destination, though no one had actually said that was where they were going and no one seemed in any hurry to get there. Angeline might have enjoyed herself enormously if it had not been for her plan. But this was the perfect opportunity to put it into effect, though she had no clear idea of how exactly it was to be done. It must be done, though. They were already halfway through the first full day of their stay.

She linked her arm through Miss Goddard’s and walked more briskly with her for a few moments until they were ahead of the main group. But first she slanted a smiling glance at Lord Windrow—and felt as if her heart were suddenly beating at twice its normal speed. Had that been too flirtatious a glance? Not flirtatious enough? Had he noticed? Had anyone else? Had Lord Heyward noticed? Oh, dear. She had never before ventured into the world of intrigue.

And perhaps her effort had all been for naught. It seemed that they strolled alone together forever while the merry voices of the larger group grew more distant by the second. But forever was actually no longer than a minute or so. Then the hoped-for voice spoke from close behind them.

“Ah, cruel fair ones,” Lord Windrow said on a sigh, “your burst of energy left behind four gentlemen to escort two ladies, a dismal ratio when one happens to be one of those men. At the same time, we were deprived of the company of surely the two loveliest ladies in the land. Perhaps you will accuse me of exaggerating, but if there are any lovelier, I have not yet seen them.”

“But now,” Miss Goddard said as he moved between them and offered an arm to each, “you have transferred the same dismal ratio of two to one to us, Lord Windrow.”

“Walking together as you were, then, two ladies with no gentlemen at all as an escort, was preferable to having at least one?” he asked. “You have wounded me to the heart, Miss Goddard. Indeed, I believe you have crushed that organ beyond repair.”

“Oh, what a bother,” Angeline said, removing her hand from his arm and coming to a sudden stop. “I have a stone in my shoe and will have to stop and remove it.”

“Allow me to be of service,” Lord Windrow said, turning to her, all concern, but she fluttered a hand in his direction.

“Oh, no, no, no,” she said. “I should be mortally embarrassed. It will take no more than a moment to do it myself. Do walk on, the two of you. I shall catch up in no time at all.”

He would have argued. He opened his mouth to do so, but Miss Goddard spoke first. Thank heaven she understood what was happening and had agreed to collaborate, Angeline thought.

“We certainly would not wish to embarrass you, Lady Angeline,” Miss Goddard said. “I know just how you feel. Come, Lord Windrow.”

And off they went. Angeline glanced back at the rest of the group and directly at the Earl of Heyward, who increased his pace and came directly toward her, just as she had planned.

“Oh, there is no need to be concerned,” she said when he drew close. “He was merely being silly again. Miss Goddard kindly went ahead with him. She is in absolutely no danger, I do assure you, though no doubt she will be relieved if you hurry to her rescue. It would be very good of you.”

“Lady Angeline,” he said while the rest of the group moved on past, chattering and laughing, “you were favoring your right foot when you stopped. Have you hurt yourself?”

“Oh, no, no,” she said. “I have a stone in my shoe, that is all. It will take me just a moment to remove it and catch up to the group. Do please hurry and rescue Miss Goddard.”

“As you quite correctly remarked,” he said, “she is in no danger whatsoever. And she does not suffer fools gladly. She will wait for the others to come up with them when she can endure Windrow’s conversation no longer. Allow me.”

And he went down on one knee before her, just as he had done when he proposed marriage to her, and held out one hand for her foot.

Oh, dear.

It was her right foot, was it not? Yes, he had just said so. She raised it and he edged off her shoe. And because she was in danger of losing her balance, she was forced to lean slightly toward him and rest her hand on his shoulder. Oh, such a firm, warm shoulder, a shoulder to depend upon. He turned over the shoe and shook it before setting it on the ground and brushing his hand across the sole of her stockinged foot.

“I could not see a stone,” he said, “or feel one.”

“Sometimes,” she said, “they are so small that they are virtually invisible to the eye, but they can be agony on the feet. I daresay you got it.”

And he fit the shoe back on her foot and stretched it over her heel. She wriggled