But I found I could not do it alone and so I took Miss Goddard into my confidence. She was both willing and eager to help implement my plan. But the first part did not work. Instead of going to rescue her from Lord Windrow when we were out walking yesterday, you insisted upon helping me get rid of the stone in my shoe instead, even though there was not really a stone in it at all. It was all a
And when, during her lengthy, muddled speech, had he stepped closer to her— closer even than he had been to Lord Windrow?
“Perhaps,” he said softly, “because you have everything wrong, Angeline.”
No
She swallowed and gazed into his very blue eyes. She had no choice, really. There was nowhere else to look unless she stepped back, and there was no way of doing that without tripping over her chair.
“Do I?” she said.
“It is not
“Oh?”
She dared not hope. Oh, she
She sank her teeth into her lower lip.
“It is
Oh.
Ohhh!
It was precisely at that moment that they both heard the unmistakable clopping of horses’ hooves, and the rumbling of carriage wheels over the cobbles of the inn yard and out onto the street and along it until the sounds gradually faded into the distance.
I AM NOT at all sure,” Eunice said from within Lord Windrow’s carriage, “that we are doing the right thing. Indeed, I am rather sure we are doing the
Lord Windrow, seated across one corner of the carriage, his foot braced on the seat opposite, his arms crossed over his chest, regarded her with amused eyes from beneath drooped eyelids.
“My dear Miss Goddard,” he said, “would a man about to race in pursuit of his lady love, whom he feared was being abducted by a black-hearted villain, stop to call out his carriage?”
“You knew, then,” she said, “even when we devised this scheme? But what are they to do now?”
“Ride together on the same horse,” he said. “A means of locomotion that is vastly romantic in theory, deucedly uncomfortable in practice. Hire a carriage. I daresay the Peacock has some rickety old thing that would serve the purpose. It would, however, and beyond all doubt, be deucedly uncomfortable in both theory and practice. Stay where they are until we return for them. That option has the potential for all sorts of comfort. They have at least three clear choices, then, as you can see.”
“We
“Tomorrow morning,” he said, “after we have breakfasted at Norton and taken leave of my mother.”
“But what if there
“Then their choices will be reduced to two,” he said. “There will be less cause for dithering.”
She turned her head to gaze at him.
“You do not really
He smiled lazily.
“I have distinct hopes for Heyward,” he said. “That punch he threw—in front of
Eunice sighed.
“I never ought to have agreed to this perfectly mad scheme,” she said. “For Lady Angeline
Lord Windrow reached out and took her hand in his.
“
She looked down at their hands for a moment before curling her fingers about his and sighing again.
“I ought not to encourage you,” she said. “You
“Ah,” he said, “but even Lady Angeline Dudley admits that rakes may sometimes be reformed. It is certainly within the bounds of possibility that I may be one of their number. Not probability, perhaps—she did speak of it rather as if it resembled a Forlorn Hope, did she not? But definitely a
“I am the daughter of a Cambridge don,” Eunice said apropos of nothing.
“I daresay,” he said, “he is fiendishly intelligent and bookish.”
“He is,” she agreed.
“Both of which traits he has passed on to you,” he said.
“Yes,” she agreed. “Though perhaps not the
He lifted her hand and set the back of it briefly against his lips.
“May intelligent, bookish ladies sometimes be reformed?” he asked her.