went to examine the contents of the domed dishes on the sideboard. He wore a dark blue coat and cream breeches, both of which colors were repeated in the stripes of his waistcoat. His top boots were impeccably polished, a sapphire pin was fixed to the knot of his neck cloth, and some seals hung from his fob. From the thickness of his lashes and ideal proportion of his nose, to the steadiness of his gray eyes and the way his hair curled softly at the nape of his neck… She drew herself up in horror, for an unexpected warm sensation had begun to stir treacherously through her veins. This wouldn't do at all! He was too unpleasant to be admired! She buttered the toast so vigorously that it disintegrated, leaving her with little more than a plate of crumbs.
Greville shook his head at Edward and helped himself from the sideboard dishes, then came to sit directly opposite Megan. 'Well, Rupert,' he declared, 'I think you have damned poor Miss Mortimer with faint praise; indeed you were less than gallant. Charm she certainly has, but beauty also.'
Megan was astounded to hear a compliment from him.
Rupert was dismayed. 'I say, Miss Mortimer, I didn't mean any insult, indeed quite the opposite.'
'I saw no insult, Lord Rupert.'
Greville looked at her. 'You seem taken aback that I should praise you, Miss Mortimer.'
'I confess I am, Sir Greville,' she replied, deciding that honesty was the best policy.
'Would you like me to revoke my words?' He smiled a little. It wasn't exactly a warm smile, but neither was it cold. Just somewhere in between. 'Perhaps I will be able to convince you of my sincerity when I escort you to the ball tonight. I vow I will show you every attention.'
The ball! After the excitement of the night, she had quite forgotten it!
'Now I appear to have put you at sixes and sevens again,' Greville murmured.
She blushed, and reached for another slice of toast, which she buttered with more care this time. Chloe was so impatient to commence the shopping expedition that she called for Megan at half past nine, which was rather earlier than agreed. Megan had been just about to write her secret letter, but had to abandon it to hurry upstairs for her new dark green cloak.
A bright buttercup-yellow pelisse trimmed with white fur was Chloe's choice today, and it was very cheerful and sunny when the skies were so cloudy. Megan felt quite dull beside her as they walked down the Steine past the Marine Pavilion, outside which the German band was once again playing carols. A small crowd had gathered to listen, and a woman roasting chestnuts on a brazier was not short of business. With only five days to go till Christmas, the spirit of the season was almost tangible. Children's faces shone with excitement, and among the adults there was a liberal sprinkling of footmen carrying an assortment of presents from various fashionable emporiums.
Megan and Chloe passed the Castle Inn on the corner into Castle Square, where Oliver's lodgings stood next to a silk warehouse. Megan saw the name Duchess Place above the fanlight of the door, and commented upon it.
'Isn't that where Mr. March has rooms?'
Chloe nodded. 'Yes, and very tolerable they are too.' She blushed then. 'I-I only know what they are like because Papa visited Lord Palmerston there about five years ago. They are most comfortable and well appointed for two and a half guineas a week.'
'Mr. March is a very fortunate gentleman to have found favor with you,' Megan said.
'It is most kind of you to say so, Miss Mortimer.'
Megan wondered how far she could go. 'It is the truth, Miss Holcroft. It is also the truth that Lord Rupert is heartbroken.'
Chloe halted. 'Lord Rupert has only himself to blame.'
'Yes, he says that too.'
Chloe eyed her suspiciously. 'Has he primed you to sing his praises?'
'No, I primed myself,' Megan replied honestly.
Chloe's lips parted, then she went off into peals of laughter. 'You are incorrigible, Miss Mortimer!'
Megan smiled too, and pressed on now that she had started. 'I know it is not my place to say so, Miss Holcroft, but I do not like Mr. March at all.'
Chloe searched her face. 'Papa does not like him either, nor does Lady Evangeline; indeed, I think I am his only admirer, but then to me he has been all that is attentive and chivalrous.'
'Maybe, but Lord Rupert is in love with you, Miss Holcroft.'
'Is he?' Chloe recalled how Rupert had fussed around his aunt's companion the evening before.
Megan read her thoughts. 'Miss Holcroft, if his lordship paid attention to me last night, it was only to make you jealous.'
Chloe smiled sheepishly. 'Yes, I suppose I know it really.' She played with the strings of her reticule. 'I'm afraid I find it very hard to forgive him for turning me down as he did. I sobbed for weeks on account of it, and I have no intention of letting him hurt me again.'
'He would
'Maybe. Anyway, it will not arise, because I intend to accept Mr. March.'
Megan gazed at her in dismay. 'He has asked for your hand?'
Chloe gave her a slightly wicked look. 'Not yet, but he is on the point of it.'
'Miss Holcroft, do you feel the same way toward Mr. March that you did toward Lord Rupert?'
Chloe lowered her eyes, and didn't reply.
Megan feared she had gone too far. 'I-I should not say any of this, Miss Holcroft, for it isn't right that a companion should presume.'
'Oh, but I
'Me? What about?' Megan was startled.
'Why, Sir Greville of course.'
Megan drew back. 'But he and I are barely acquainted.'
'That is not how it seemed to me at Donaldson's yesterday,' Chloe replied. 'I saw how tenderly he took your hand and drew it over his arm. I could scarce believe my eyes, for you are a companion, and I
'I am not offended, Miss Holcroft, for he has left me in no doubt as to his opinion on that score. Please believe me when I say that at the library yesterday, his sole purpose was to deter Lady Garsington,' Megan pointed out.
'On account of Sybil?'
'Yes.'
'And that is all?'
'Of course.' But Megan flushed as she remembered her reaction to him at breakfast.
'How becomingly pink you have gone, to be sure,' Chloe observed dryly.
'Only because I am dismayed at what you think.'
Chloe raised an eyebrow. 'Hmm. Well, I stand firm, for I
'There is no mystery,' Megan said, but she couldn't help recalling the odd interview in the Wells lodging house, when Evangeline had asked her some very strange questions. And since then there was no denying that this particular new employee had been treated very generously and considerately indeed. First the blue chamber, then joining the family for meals, then the clothes from Mrs. Fiske's, and now tonight's Christmas