our family.’
Selena’s eyes met Leo’s over the table, both equally puzzled. Big occasion?
So this was Marco, she thought, the cousin Leo had mentioned, the one who never showed his feelings but had gone chasing off to England, neglecting his banking job in Rome, in order to win back the woman he loved. Now his manner was cool and composed, as though such emotional behaviour was beyond him. Yet she noticed how his eyes constantly wandered to Harriet, as though he couldn’t quite believe that she was there.
She’d taken an instant liking to Dulcie, and now she found herself liking Harriet who sat beside her and chattered between mouthfuls as she hurried to catch up with the meal.
‘I’m so glad you and Leo managed to get it together,’ she said. ‘Dulcie and I hoped you would.’
‘I’ve already told her how much he talked about her,’ Dulcie said.
Harriet nodded. ‘I remember that.’
‘Actually the two of you thought me very funny,’ Leo said, overhearing. He grinned at Harriet. ‘But the laugh’s on Marco now. You must really have gotten under his skin to make him follow you all the way to London, and stay there for weeks. When are you going to make an honest man of him?’
‘Well, it’ll have to be soon,’ Harriet said, laughing. ‘He’s giving me the shop as a wedding present. I have an antique shop,’ she said to Harriet. ‘The trouble is I’m a terrible businesswoman, so Marco’s been teaching me “financial common sense”.’
‘Antiques?’ Selena said in a hollow voice. ‘You mean-?’ She looked at their surroundings, the crystal chandeliers, the priceless paintings. ‘You mean-this kind of stuff?’
‘Oh, yes,’ Harriet said eagerly. ‘This place makes my mouth water it’s so full of history and beauty. You could sum up the story of Venice in this house, the people, the occasions-’
Selena didn’t hear any more. A depression had settled over her heart. For one moment she’d hoped to find a kindred spirit in Harriet, someone who might also feel like a fish out of water in these surroundings. And now it turned out that she belonged here as much as any Calvani. She would fit seamlessly into the family, and underline the fact that Selena herself stuck out like a sore thumb.
Still, she thought, there was always Dulcie, the private detective, the working girl who’d known what it was to scrabble for a living.
She had to cling to that thought, because she was realising that there were thoughts she couldn’t share with Leo. He simply didn’t understand.
And that was the worst thing of all.
CHAPTER TEN
THE meal was drawing to a close. The plates had been cleared and there were coffee and liqueurs on the table. A hush fell on the conversation, as though everyone recognised that the time had come.
‘Does everybody have a glass?’ the count demanded. ‘Splendid. Then I have an announcement to make.’ His eyes fell on Leo and Selena.
Oh no! she thought. This is to tell us that he’s arranged our marriage in St Marks, and we just have to fall into line.
‘As you know,’ Francesco went on, ‘soon we will all be going to Tuscany for the marriage of our dear Leo and Selena. A joyful occasion, made even more joyful by what I have to tell you.’
A pause. He seemed uncertain how to go on. Selena relaxed. At least it wasn’t the wedding.
‘It’s another wedding I wish to speak of tonight,’ Francesco continued. ‘One that we thought-that is, we have been in some confusion all these years-but now that things are clear-’
He looked at Guido. ‘You tell them,’ he said. ‘This is your story.’
Guido took the floor and addressed Leo. ‘Uncle Francesco’s trying to tell you that it was a mistake about your mother’s marriage all those years ago. She never was married before. So her marriage to our father was valid, and you’re legitimate.’
In the thunderstruck silence Selena saw Leo turn pale. Then he managed some kind of laugh.
‘Very funny, little brother. You were always good for a joke, and that’s your best yet.’
‘It’s no joke,’ Guido said. ‘It’s all been proved. That man who turned up alive, saying Elissa was his wife-Franco Vinelli. They were never married. Vinelli had been married before, in England. He was an actor, in a Commedia dell’ Arte troop, and they toured all over.
‘He married an Englishwoman in a register office. When his tour ended he just abandoned her. He seems to have thought an English civil ceremony wouldn’t count when he got back to Italy.’
‘He was right,’ Leo said firmly. ‘It wouldn’t be recognised over here, not in those days.’
‘But it was,’ Guido said. ‘There was an international convention, saying that if a marriage was valid in the country where it was contracted then it would be recognised in any other country that was a signatory. Both England and Italy were signatories, so the marriage counted here.
‘He was a married man when he took Elissa to wife, which means that she was a free woman when she married our father. Their marriage was legitimate. And so are you.’
‘What do you mean it’s all been proved?’ Leo demanded. ‘What can be proved after all this time?’
‘It can be done, with a little ferreting around.’
‘Which I’ll bet you did.’
‘Sure. I never wanted all this, never pretended about it. It’s all yours.’
Leo was looking around him with a trapped look.
‘This is nonsense,’ he said. ‘You have to forget it.’
‘It’s the law,’ the count roared. ‘It cannot be forgotten. You are my heir, and that is how it should be. You’ve always been the eldest son-’
‘The illegitimate eldest son,’ Leo said firmly.
‘Not any more,’ Marco reminded him.
‘You keep out of this,’ Leo ordered him, ‘You-you
Marco poured himself a drink, unperturbed.
‘It’s too late to change anything,’ Leo insisted. ‘I don’t believe in this so-called proof. It wouldn’t stand up to scrutiny by a lawyer-’
‘It already has,’ Guido said. ‘It’s been gone over and over by lawyers, sworn statements, properly notarised, records from the English registers.’
‘What does Vinelli say?’ Leo challenged. ‘Bring him here to face me.’
‘Vinelli died last year. He had no family, and nobody near him knew about that English marriage.’
‘There must be somebody.’
‘There’s only written records.’
‘I’ll bet you thought of every detail,’ Leo fumed.
‘You bet I did.’
‘You’re loving this, aren’t you?’ Leo flung at him.
‘Every minute.’
‘That’s fine for you but what about-’ Leo’s eyes fell on Selena, pale and distraught, watching him beseechingly. ‘What about us?’ he finished quietly, taking her hand.
She rose and stood beside him. The sight of them side by side seemed to alert the others to the fact that something was really wrong. This wasn’t the joyous announcement that Count Francesco had counted on.
The count began to huff and puff. ‘Well, I must say, I expected better than this,’ he said. ‘It should be a great day.’
‘Having your life overturned doesn’t make for a great day,’ Leo said firmly. ‘Now, if you’ll excuse us, Selena and I will go upstairs. We’ve got some talking to do.’
They walked from the room, hand in hand, and broke into a run as soon as they were out of sight. They didn’t stop until they reached his room.
‘Leo, they can’t do this to us.’
