Temporary Mistress

'Not really. Everyone had been with the company for years. As for the society, they were all friends of Grandpapa's. It was his undertaking in all respects. He financed it. We have a superb library open by appointment in Grosvenor Square. Once I'm free to move about again, I'd be happy to show it to you. The displays are quite beautiful and the collection of rare maps is probably the best in England.'

'Bathurst will be intrigued.'

'By the maps?'

In her discussion of the cartographers' society, she'd become animated. It was clear to see she was a great devotee. 'By you and the maps. He lived in India for five years, traveling widely in Asia and the Pacific as well. He's not the usual idle young nobleman.'

'I doubt anyone would describe him as 'usual,' who had once seen him.'

Molly found the young woman who had appeared on her doorstep last night more and more engaging as they talked, and the smallest germ of an idea began to form in her mind. Bathurst was interested. Miss Leslie was interested even if she didn't realize it completely. And both were essentially alone in the world.

Perhaps… Molly mused, and although a goodly amount of cynicism accompanied her romantical conjecture, she might indulge in a bit of matchmaking. It would be amusing if nothing else, and what had she to do with her life if not amuse herself? She had all the money she needed. She even had considerable influence should she choose to wield it. Her clients came from the highest reaches of society and government, and she knew all their secrets.

But occasionally the sameness of life beset her. For purely selfish reasons, she'd been pleased when Bathurst had returned to England. He amused her mightily. So why not do them both a favor and amuse herself in the bargain? 'I have an idea,' she said.

'Like your last night's idea?' Isabella offered her a playful glance, thoughts of the handsome Bathurst in conjunction with their plan curiously pleasurable.

'A variation on the theme. And if you don't like it, I guarantee, Bathurst will.'

Having finished her tart while they'd talked, Isabella reached for the plate holding her omelet. 'While you tell me, as you surely will from the pleased look on your face, I'll eat my omelet and wish all my relatives to the devil.'

'That's the spirit.'

'I intend to stay focused,' Isabella sportively declared, slicing into the herbed eggs. 'And I don't mean on my breakfast.'

'Revenge is sweet, I assure you.'

Her fork poised near her mouth, Isabella asked, 'Did you have your revenge?'

'With interest,' Molly replied.

'Tell me.' Isabella ate the bite of egg.

'Some other time.' Miss Leslie was still too wholesome and naive to hear the details of her vengeance on the father who had sold her for a pittance to a brutal man. 'Right now I'm thinking of an enchanting way for you to indulge yourself and bewitch Dermott at the same time.'

'His name's Dermott? Not the Dermott-the Prince of Wales's close friend?' Suddenly all the names came together-Bathurst, Ramsay, and the infamous Dermott, who accompanied the Prince in all his revels.

Molly nodded. 'The same.'

'Even in my sheltered world I've heard of the profligate Dermott. His excesses are the stuff of legends in the scandal sheets.'

'The scandal sheets fail to take notice of the other facets of his life. Dermott was left to salvage the estate and care for his mother when his father died drunk in the bed of one of his light o'loves.'

'I do remember that,' Isabella softly murmured. 'Grandpapa's bank held some of the mortgages on the property. He is the same Bathurst who came back a nabob-'

'Three years ago.'

'And paid off all his creditors. Grandpapa was impressed with him. He said it wasn't easy to make a fortune in India like it might have been a generation ago. He admired the earl's acumen.'

'Courage, more like. Dermott was fighting on the northern frontiers and in the process saved the life of a Sikh prince. For which he was well rewarded. They mine rubies in the prince's domains.' Molly didn't mention that Dermott was rewarded as well with the prince's sister's hand in marriage, nor that it was a love match. Or that he'd barely maintained his sanity when his wife and their baby son had been killed in one of the internecine border raids.

'And now he spends his time and money in debauch. I doubt I could bewitch so licentious a man-nor, perhaps, would I care to…' The equivocation in her tone mirrored her uncertainties, for beneath her disdain for his salacious pursuits she found herself strangely drawn to him.

'The scandal sheets reveal only that which appeals to their readers. Dermott's more than a member of the Prince's fast set. But good deeds don't sell with the same relish as delicious gossip. He takes care of his mother and estates with benevolence, and while he wouldn't wish me to reveal his personal affairs, let me only say he is living under a great burden of sadness.'

'And excess is a means of forgetting.'

'Not unique certainly, but understandable.'

'And I would be another transient moment of forgetfulness.'

'Surely, your need is as transient.'

'Touche,' Isabella quietly replied. 'I have no reason to take offense, when I would be using him as much as he me.'

'A mutual need, pleasurably accomplished. Without encumbrances.'

'How reasonable it all seems.' Isabella leaned back in her chair. 'Tell me of this enchantment you offer me.'

'You have agreed to be a courtesan-for some limited time frame.'

Isabella nodded.

'If you would care to be schooled in that role, not only would you be more comfortable, but Dermott would be exceeding grateful, I assure you.'

'Particularly since he dislikes virgins.'

'That's not to say he wouldn't be capable of giving you pleasure. His reputation for pleasing women is well known. But in the interests of offering as well as receiving pleasure, you may wish to be less of a novice.'

'I think I would.'

Molly was surprised at her ready acquiescence. 'No need for convincing arguments?'

'I dislike a passive role on principle. If I intend to go through with this-agreement, I should like a modicum of control.'

'You surprise me.'

'I may be an innocent in terms of lovemaking, but I'm not by nature a shrinking violet,' Isabella declared. 'I lived in a man's world most of my life, while my mother's example was anything but that of a conventional female. In fact, I lack many of the traditional attributes normal to a young lady. I know nothing of flirting, nor of polite conversation. Grandpapa liked to talk of subjects with substance, he used to say. We never discussed anything of fashion.'

'And yet your gown was in the height of fashion.'

Isabella smiled. 'Because I like pretty things and Grandpapa indulged my wishes.'

'I'd say Madame Duclaisse had a hand in the design of your gown.'

'How astute. She's quite my favorite.'

'So you're not all bookish and business after all.'

'I've been fortunate in my life, but I also understood there was a larger world that I could only read of and never know. I would dream, on occasion, of exotic locales and adventure. Everyone does, I'm sure.'

'Not everyone. There are those in society who are content with the round of parties and amusements and never think beyond that circumscribed world.'

'I should be bored within a week if there were only parties to fill my days.'

'I think Dermott, too, has found life confining in England.'

'And yet he stays?'