like it above half.”
“Will you?” she said. “Do you think-”
“Let’s talk about something more cheerful,” he suggested, patting her hand. “Do you like the Huxtables?”
“Oh, exceedingly.” She brightened immediately, and then she turned a laughing face his way. “You like Miss Katherine Huxtable.”
He looked at her sharply.
“I like them both,” he said. “They are Merton’s sisters, and they are genteel and charming, not to mention beautiful.”
“But I think you
“We were
But she only laughed.
“And I think,” she said, “
“Never tell me,” he said, recoiling in feigned horror, “that she was looking at me too while we talked. How very brazen of her.”
“It was the
“One of these very
“Not even,” she asked him, “if you were to fall in love?”
“I would marry immediately if not sooner were
“I wish,” she said with a sigh, “you were not such a dreadful cynic, Jasper.”
“And what do you think of Merton?” he asked, smiling down at her.
“He is exceedingly handsome and amiable,” she said. “He looks like a god. I daresay everyone is in love with him.”
“Including you, Char?” he asked.
“Oh, no,” she assured him. “I would not be so foolish. It would be like pining for the sun. I shall look for someone altogether more…
“Elderly, in fact.” He grinned fondly at her. He had not realized how practical she was, how unsure of herself, how underestimating of her own charms. There was no reason in the world why the daughter of a wealthy baronet, sister of a baron, could not aspire to the hand of an earl.
But definitely not yet.
“Perhaps,” he said, “love will take you by surprise one of these days.”
“I hope so,” she said, smiling brightly at him. “When I am old enough to be quite sure that love is what it is. And I hope it happens to you too, Jasper. Falling in love, I mean.”
“Thank you,” he said, patting her hand again. “But let me see, is it a blessing or a curse you are bestowing?”
She laughed.
“I have an idea,” she said suddenly, gazing up eagerly into his face. “A
“And since I am an elder and those two ladies are elders too,” he said, “we can congenially entertain one another? About a crackling fire to keep our aged bones warm in July, perhaps?”
“Miss Katherine Huxtable was twenty when her brother succeeded to the title,” she said. “She mentioned it when we were walking to the Serpentine. And that was three years ago. She is not so very old, Jasper, though it is surprising that she is not already married. Especially when she is so beautiful. Perhaps she has been waiting for someone special. I admire her for that.”
“Char,” he said, looking sidelong at her, “you are not
“Is it?” She gave him a wide-eyed, innocent look.
He had, in fact, just got
“Then I will have to play this game too,” he said with a sigh. “If the Misses Huxtable are to be invited, Char, then it would be quite ill-mannered not to invite Merton too.”
She turned her head sharply to face front again until the poke of her bonnet hid her flushed cheeks.
“Oh, would it?” she said. “But I daresay he has far more interesting things to do.”
“Probably,” he agreed. “Let’s find out, shall we?”
And to the devil with the fact that perhaps she really ought not even to be acquainted with Merton yet. What strange gothic notions some people had. Good Lord, Aunt Prunella and her ilk would probably have young girls locked in a high tower with their spinning wheels if they had their way.
9
JASPER’S visit to Lady Forester and Clarence the following morning proceeded much as he had expected. He was very careful to time his arrival so that he was knocking on their door at precisely four minutes after nine, and they kept him waiting in the visitors’ parlor for fifteen minutes.
Touche.
He was
There followed a tirade-delivered by the lady-in which Jasper was accused of every excess and vice known to man and a few unknown ones too and a demand that he relinquish control of Charlotte to her aunt before she was corrupted beyond hope of reform.
“If she is not already,” Clarence was unwise enough to add.
Jasper had deliberately armed himself with a quizzing glass for the occasion, an affectation with which he did not usually encumber himself since his eyesight was excellent. He raised it to his eye at that moment and directed it at Clarence, particularly his ostentatiously tied neckcloth. Good God, even a dandy would shudder.
“Perhaps it might be wise, Clarrie,” he said, “to allow your mama to do the talking for you. You would not particularly enjoy having me rearrange that knot at your neck, old chap, although it is in dire need of rearrangement, I must say.”
He lowered the glass before looking politely back at Lady Forester.
And she proceeded to tear apart the good name of Merton and his sisters, who might appear blameless in the eyes of the
“And for either one of the sisters to allow Charlotte to walk
“It is to be hoped that none of them were your best evening plumes, ma’am,” Jasper said, all concern.