Dancing At Midnight

Alex put down his glass. 'An excellent idea, my love. I think I'd rather like to renew our friendship.'

'That settles it, then,' Emma said matter-of-factly. 'Shall I send him a note or would you rather go 'round yourself to invite him in person?'

'I think I'll go. I'm eager to see him again, and besides, it would be rude of me not to considering the fact that he saved my life.'

Emma paled. 'What?'

One corner of Alex's lips tugged upwards in a sheepish smile. 'Just once, my love, and there's no point in getting upset over it now.'

The look that the couple shared at that moment was so tender that it was almost painful for Belle to look at them. Excusing herself quietly, she slipped out of the study and headed upstairs to her room where the last few pages of The Winter's Tale awaited her.

John Blackwood had saved Alex's life? She could scarcely fathom it. It seemed that there was more to their new neighbor than his somewhat churlish exterior.

John Blackwood had secrets. Belle was sure of it. She'd wager that his life story put Shakespeare to shame. All she had to do was a little investigating. This excursion to the country might prove more exciting than she'd anticipated.

Of course, she wasn't going to be able to uncover any of his secrets until she befriended him. And he'd made it rather clear that he didn't much like her.

It was damned irritating, that.

Chapter 2

Belle woke up the next morning to the rather unpleasant sound of Emma retching. Turning over in her bed, she opened her eyes to see her cousin crouched over a chamber pot. Belle grimaced at the sight and muttered, 'What a lovely way to start off one's day.'

'And good morning to you, too,' Emma snapped, standing up and walking over to a pitcher of water which had been left out on a nearby table. She poured herself a glass and took a gulp.

Belle sat up and watched her cousin swish the water around in her mouth. 'I don't suppose you could take care of this sort of thing in your own room,' she finally said.

Emma shot her an annoyed look as she gargled.

'Morning sickness is normal, you know,' Belle continued in a matter-of-fact tone. 'I don't think it would put Alex off if you got sick in your own room.'

Emma's expression turned positively peevish as she spit the water out into the chamber pot. 'I didn't come here to avoid my husband. Believe me, he's seen me sick plenty of times in the last few weeks.' She sighed. 'I think I threw up on his foot the other day.'

Belle's cheeks pinkened in a sympathy blush for her cousin. 'How awful,' she murmured.

'I know, but the fact of the matter is I came in here to see if you were awake, and I just got sick along the way.' Emma turned a little green and suddenly sat down.

Belle got up hurriedly and pulled on a dressing gown. 'Do you want me to get you anything?'

Emma shook her head and took a deep breath, valiantly trying to keep the contents of her stomach down.

'You're not giving me a lot to look forward to about marriage,' Belle quipped.

Emma smiled weakly. 'It's mostly better than this.'

'I certainly hope so.'

'I thought I could keep down the tea and plain biscuits I ate for breakfast,' Emma said with a sigh. 'But I was wrong.'

'It's easy to forget that you're expecting,' Belle said kindly, hoping to buoy her cousin's spirits. 'You're still so slender.'

Emma flashed her a grateful smile. 'It is very kind of you to say so. I must say, this is a new experience for me, and it is all very strange.'

'Are you nervous? You haven't mentioned anything to me.'

'Not nervous exactly, more-hmmm, I don't quite know how to describe it. But Alex's sister is due in three weeks, and we are planning to visit her the week after next. I hope to be there for the birth. Sophie has assured me that we are welcome. I am sure I won't feel so nervous once I know what is expected of me,' Emma's voice was laced with more hope than certainty.

Belle's experience with birth was limited to a litter of puppies she had seen her brother deliver when she was twelve, but nonetheless, she was not at all certain that Emma would feel more at ease about the procedure after witnessing Sophie having her baby. Belle smiled weakly at her cousin, murmured something unintelligible which was meant to convey her agreement, and then shut her mouth.

After a few moments, Emma's complexion returned to its normal color, and she sighed. 'There. I feel much better now. It's amazing how quickly this sickness passes. It's the only thing that makes it bearable.'

A maid entered, carrying a tray with morning chocolate and rolls. She set the tray down on the bed, and the two ladies positioned themselves on either side of it.

Belle watched as Emma hesitantly took a sip of her chocolate. 'Emma, could I ask you a question?'

'Of course.'

'And you'll be frank in your answer?'

One corner of Emma's mouth tipped up. 'When have you ever known me not to be frank?'

'Am I not likeable?'

Emma managed to grab her napkin just in time to avoid spitting out her chocolate all over Belle's sheets. 'Excuse me?'

'I don't think I'm not likeable. I mean, I think most people like me.'

'Yes,' Emma said slowly. 'Most do. Everyone does. I don't think I've ever met anyone who didn'tlike you.'

'Just so,' Belle agreed. 'There are probably a few who don't care about my existence one way or another, but I think it's rather rare for someone to actively dislike me.'

'Who dislikes you, Belle?'

'Your new neighbor. John Blackwood.'

'Oh, come now. You didn't speak with him for longer than five minutes, did you?'

'No, but-'

'Then he couldn't have taken you into dislike that quickly.'

'I don't know. I rather think he did.'

'I'm sure you're mistaken.'

Belle shook her head, a perplexed expression on her face. 'I don't think so.'

'Would it be so terrible if he didn't like you?'

'I just don't like the idea of someone not liking me. Does that make me terribly selfish?'

'No, but-'

'I'm generally considered to be a nice person.'

'Yes, you are, but-'

Belle squared her shoulders. 'This is unacceptable.'

Emma choked back laughter. 'What do you plan to do?'

'I suppose I have to make him like me.'

'I say, Belle, are you interestedin this man?'

'No, of course not,' Belle replied, rather quickly. 'I just don't understand why he finds me so repugnant.'

Emma shook her head, unable to believe this rather bizarre turn of conversation. 'Well, you'll be able to work your wiles on him soon. With all of the men in London who have fallen in love with you without the least bit of provocation on your part, I can't imagine you won't find success in getting this Blackwood fellow to fall in like with you.' 'Hmmm,' Belle murmured. She looked up. 'When did you say he's coming to dinner?'

Lord Blackwood may not have been born a lord, but he did come from an aristocratic, albeit impoverished,