recognized the attraction you feel for each other. And now he has kissed you. I might feel mortally jealous if it were not for Frederick, even if he is very ordinary-looking and quite unromantic, the poor love.'
'And I kissed him,' honesty had forced Freyja to add. 'But it meant absolutely nothing, Charlotte. We were both agreed on that when we spoke of it afterward.'
Charlotte had merely chuckled and whisked herself off to change her dress.
Despite the heavy rain that had kept his grandmother at home during the morning, Joshua had walked to the White Hart and escorted his aunt and cousin to the Pump Room, where he had introduced them to the few people who had braved the elements and where Mrs. Lumbard and her daughter had greeted them with obsequious enthusiasm. Afterward, he had escorted them back to their hotel and had breakfast with them. He had taken them shopping on Milsom Street and returned them to the hotel after two hours, empty-handed. The prices in the shops were outrageously high, his aunt had complained. He had taken luncheon with them before returning to his grandmother's.
But he had promised to take them up again later to convey them to the Upper Rooms for tea. Afterward, although it would have been more convenient to drop them off at the White Hart and return to Great Pulteney Street in the carriage with his grandmother, his aunt invited him in, explaining that there was some business she really must discuss with him. And so his grandmother returned home alone.
It had been a wearying day for Joshua. His aunt had always been a tyrant and had ruled even her own family with an iron will, but she had reserved all her worst venom for the nephew who had arrived at Penhallow at the age of six, a bewildered, unhappy orphan, who had just lost both his mother and his father to a fever within three days of each other-though he had not even known it at the time. As he grew older, he had understood that her hatred for him was due in large part to the fact that out of four children she had been able to produce only one son. Albert was the heir, but he, Joshua, was the spare, so to speak.
There had been no love lost between him and Albert either. Albert had been smaller, weaker, and a year younger than Joshua. He had liked trying to flaunt the one great advantage he had over his cousin-and had been infuriated to discover that Joshua really had no interest in inheriting the title.
It had been a severe trial to Joshua to be forced into spending a full day in his aunt's company, shepherding her and Constance about Bath, introducing them to everyone of any social significance, his aunt's endearments and complaints in his ear every step of the way. But he could hardly abandon them to finding their own way about. They had come with the sole purpose of seeing him. Besides, he would not deliberately shun Constance even if he could. He had always been rather fond of his girl cousins.
He wondered how long they intended to stay, how long courtesy would oblige him to dance attendance upon them. There were, after all, the Lumbards with whom they could consort after today.
His aunt sank into a chair as soon as they had arrived in her private sitting room at the White Hart and her maid had borne off her bonnet and gloves and other outdoor garments.
'I am weary beyond words,' she said, making Joshua wonder why she had been so insistent that he come inside, then. 'And so are you, Constance, my love. Go and lie down on your bed for an hour. Joshua will excuse you.'
'But, Mama-' Constance began.
'You are tired,' her mother informed her. 'Go and lie down.'
Constance went obediently after Joshua had smiled sympathetically at her.
'I should leave you to rest too, Aunt,' he said hopefully, but she waved him to a seat.
'Stay,' she said. 'Much time had passed since we last saw you, and you are Hallmere now. You must be very happy about that. I daresay it is what you always wanted.'
He did not contradict her. What was the point? He sat down and crossed one leg over the other.
'You have grown into a fine figure of a man, Joshua,' she said, frowning disapprovingly at him. 'And your title and fortune make you doubly eligible. You are well received in Bath, I see. I am glad of it.' She sounded anything but.
'Everyone is well received in Bath, Aunt,' he said with a smile. 'It is not as fashionable a resort as it used to be, especially among the young. Everyone is welcomed with open arms.'
'There are at least some other young people here,' she said. 'The Misses Darwin are fine girls.'
'They are,' he agreed. 'But I have difficulty telling them apart even though they are not twins.'
'Miss Holt-Barron is very pretty,' she said.
'And amiable too,' he said. 'I understand she is betrothed to Mr. Frederick Wheatcroft, son of Viscount Mitchell.'
'Ah, yes,' his aunt said. 'The prettiest girls always go the fastest. Prettiness is certainly not a malady from which Lady Freyja Bedwyn suffers.' Her tone had sharpened almost imperceptibly.
Joshua pursed his lips.
'She may be the sister of a duke,' his aunt continued, 'the Duke of Bewcastle, I believe? But her rank has apparently not made her attractive enough as a marriage prospect. She must be all of five or six and twenty and is quite sadly ugly. There is not a great deal she can do to disguise that nose, is there?'
Joshua thought Lady Freyja's nose was perhaps her most attractive feature, although her hair, especially when loose down her back and blowing out in a wild tangle in the wind, must come a close second.
'I have heard her described as handsome,' he said.
'That is what people always say about girls when they are too kind to call them ugly,' she said. 'You went riding alone with her yesterday, Joshua? Was that not somewhat indiscreet?'
'We went riding with a party of eight,' he explained, feeling amused. His aunt's unerring nose had led her to the right quarry, at least. 'We went galloping alone together since the pace was not to our liking. Lady Freyja Bedwyn is a neck-or-nothing rider.'
'As your aunt who knows more of life than you, Joshua,' she said kindly, 'I feel constrained to warn you of the
