Rakes Vow

She glanced at the clock; it would be hours before he called.

'I say, can you pass the butter?'

Setting aside her impatience, Patience handed Edmond the butter dish. Beside him, Angela smiled brightly. Idly scanning the faces opposite, Patience encountered Alice Colby's black-eyed stare. Intensely cold, black-eyed stare.

Alice kept staring. Patience wondered if her topknot was askew. She was about to turn to Gerrard to ask-

Alice's features contorted. 'Scandalous!' Uttered in a voice hoarse with righteous fury, the exclamation cut across the conversations. All heads turned; all eyes, startled, fixed on Alice. Who clapped her knife down on the table. 'I don't know how you can, miss! Sitting there like a lady, taking breakfast with decent folk.' Face mottling, Alice pushed back her chair. 'I, for one, do not intend to put up with it a moment longer.'

'Alice?' From the bottom of the table, Minnie stared. 'What is this nonsense?'

'Nonsense? Hah!' Alice nodded at Patience. 'Your niece is a fallen woman-do you call that nonsense?'

Stunned silence gripped the table.

'Fallen woman?' Whitticombe leaned forward to follow Alice's gaze.

The others looked, too. Patience kept her gaze steady on Alice's; her face had frozen, luckily in a relaxed expression. She was leaning on her elbows, her hands, steady, gripping her teacup. Outwardly, she consciously exuded calm; inside, her wits whirled. How to respond? Coolly, she raised one brow, faintly incredulous.

'Really, Alice!' Minnie frowned disapprovingly. 'The things you do imagine!'

'Imagine?' Alice sat bolt upright. 'I didn't imagine a large gentleman in the corridor in the middle of the night!'

Gerrard shifted. 'That was Vane.' He glanced at Henry and Edmond, then looked at Minnie. 'He came upstairs with us when we got in.'

'Yes. Indeed.' Distinctly pale, Edmond cleared his throat. 'He… ah…' He glanced at Minnie.

Who nodded, and looked at Alice. 'See, there's a perfectly logical explanation.'

Alice glowered. 'That doesn't explain why he walked down the corridor to your niece's room.'

Timms sighed. Dramatically. 'Alice, Minnie doesn't have to explain all she does to everyone. After the disappearance of her pearls, naturally, Vane has been keeping an eye on the house. When he returned to the house late, he simply did a last watchman's round.'

'Naturally.' Minnie nodded, chins in unison. 'Just the sort of thing he would do.' She glanced, challengingly, at Alice. 'He's very considerate in such ways. As for these aspersions you're casting on both Patience's and Vane's characters, you should really be careful of making outrageous accusations without foundation.'

Flags flew in Alice cheeks. 'I know what I saw-'

'Alice! That's enough.' Whitticombe rose; his gaze locked with his sister's. 'You mustn't distress people with your fantasies.'

There was an emphasis in his words Patience didn't understand. Alice gaped. Then her color surged. Hands clenched, she glared at her brother. 'I am not-'

'Enough!' Leaving his seat, Whitticombe quickly rounded the table. 'I'm sure everyone will excuse us. You're clearly overwrought.'

He manhandled Alice, incoherent with rage, from her chair and locked an arm about her scrawny shoulders. With a strained smile for the rest of the company, he turned her and marched her, stiff-legged, from the room.

Slightly dazed, Patience watched them go. And wondered how she'd weathered potential calamity without uttering a single word.

The answer was obvious, but she didn't understand it.

Somewhat subdued, the rest of the household dispersed. All made a point of smiling at Patience, to show they hadn't believed Alice's slander.

Retreating to her room, Patience paced. Then she heard the tap of Minnie's cane in the corridor. An instant later, Minnie's door opened, then shut.

An instant after that, Patience tapped on the panels, then entered. Minnie was easing into an armchair by the windows. She beamed at Patience.

'Well! That was a bit of unexpected excitement.'

Patience fought not to narrow her eyes. Indeed, she fought to retain a proper degree of calm in the face of Minnie's twinkling eyes. Timms's smug smile.

They knew. And that was even more scandalous, to her thinking, than the fact Vane had spent the night-a number of nights-in her bed.

Lips thinning, Patience swept to the windows, and fell to pacing alongside Minnie. 'I need to explain-'

'No.' Minnie held up a commanding hand. 'Actually, you need to keep your lips shut and concentrate on not saying anything I don't wish to hear.'

Patience stared at her; Minnie grinned.

'You don't understand-'

'On the contrary, I understand very well.' Minnie's impish smile surfaced. 'Better than you, I'll warrant.'

'It's obvious,' Timms chimed in. 'But these things take time to sort themselves out.'

They thought she and Vane would marry. Patience opened her mouth to set them right. Minnie caught her eye. Reading the stubborness behind Minnie's faded blue gaze, Patience snapped her lips shut. And muttered through them, 'It's not that simple.'

'Simple? Bah!' Minnie fluffed up her shawls. 'You should be relieved. Simple and easy is never worthwhile.'

Pacing again, Patience recalled similar words-after a moment, she placed them as Lucifer's-to Vane. Arms folded, pacing slowly, she wrestled with her thoughts, her feelings. She should, she supposed, feel some measure of guilt, of shame. She felt neither. She was twenty-six; she'd made a rational decision to take what life offered her-she'd embarked on an affair with an elegant gentleman with her eyes fully open. And she'd found happiness- perhaps not forever, but happiness nonetheless. Bright moments of glory infused with heady joy.

She felt no guilt, and not the slightest regret. Not even for Minnie would she deny the fulfillment she'd found in Vane's arms.

But honesty insisted she set the record straight-she couldn't leave Minnie imagining wedding bells on the breeze. Drawing a deep breath, she halted by Minnie's chair. 'I haven't accepted Vane's proposal.'

'Very wise.' Timms bent over her stitching. 'The last thing you want is a Cynster taking you for granted.'

'What I'm trying to say-'

'Is that you're far too wise to accept without being convinced. Without gaining a few meaningful assurances.' Minnie looked up at her. 'My dear, you're going about this in precisely the right way. Cynsters never give ground easily-their version of the matter is that, once seized, things, even wives, become theirs. The fact that in the instance of a wife, they might need to negotiate a trifle won't at first enter their heads. And even when it does, they'll try to ignore the issue as far as you'll allow them. I'm really very proud of you, standing firm like this. Until you gain sufficient promises, sufficient concessions, you most certainly shouldn't agree.'

Patience stood, stock-still, for a full minute, staring into Minnie's face. Then she blinked. 'You do understand.'

Minnie raised her brows. 'Of course.'

Timms snorted. 'Just make sure he gets it right.'

Minnie grinned. Reaching out, she squeezed Patience's hand. 'It's up to you to judge what will finally tip the scales. However, I have a few sage words, if you'll accept advice from an old woman who knows both you and Vane better than either of you seem to realize?'

Patience blushed. She waited, suitably penitent.

Minnie's grin turned wry. 'There are three things you should remember. One, Vane is not your father. Two, you are not your mother. And, three, don't imagine-not for a moment-that you won't be marrying Vane