“Reveal it,” Hyacinth ground out. “Reveal it.”
“Enh?”
Hyacinth slammed the book shut and looked up. Lady Danbury was stirring in her seat.
“Why did you stop reading?” Lady D asked groggily.
“I didn’t,” Hyacinth lied, her fingers holding the diary so tightly it was a wonder she didn’t burn holes through the binding. “You fell asleep.”
“Did I?” Lady Danbury murmured. “I must be getting old.”
Hyacinth smiled tightly.
“Very well,” Lady D said with a wave of her hand. She fidgeted a bit, moving first to the left, then to the right, then back to the left again. “I’m awake now. Let’s get back to Miss Butterworth.”
Hyacinth was aghast. “
“As opposed to when?”
Hyacinth had no good answer for that. “Very well,” she said, with as much patience as she could muster. She forced herself to set the diary down beside her, and she picked up
“Ahem.” She cleared her throat, turning to the first page of chapter Eighteen. “Ahem.”
“Throat bothering you?” Lady Danbury asked. “I still have some tea in the pot.”
“It’s nothing,” Hyacinth said. She exhaled, looked down, and read, with decidedly less animation than was usual, “
“Indeed,” Hyacinth muttered.
“Enh?”
“I think something important is about to happen,” Hyacinth said with a sigh.
“Something important is always about to happen, my dear girl,” Lady Danbury said. “And if not, you’d do well to act as if it were. You’ll enjoy life better that way.”
For Lady Danbury, the comment was uncharacteristically philosophical. Hyacinth paused, considering her words.
“I have no patience with this current fashion for
“I beg your pardon?”
“Just read the book,” Lady D said. “I think we’re getting to the good part. Finally.”
Hyacinth nodded. The problem was, she was getting to the good part of the
Lady Danbury stared at her as if she’d just announced that she was carrying Napoleon’s love child.
“I would be happy to make it up to you tomorrow,” Hyacinth quickly added.
Lady D blinked. “But it’s Tuesday.”
“I realize that. I-” Hyacinth sighed. “You
“The hallmark of civilization is routine.”
“Yes, I understand, but-”
“But the sign of a truly advanced mind,” Lady D cut in, “is the ability to adapt to changing circumstances.”
Hyacinth’s mouth fell open. Never in her wildest dreams would she have imagined Lady Danbury uttering
“Go on, dear child,” Lady D said, shooing her toward the door. “Do whatever it is that has you so intrigued.”
For a moment Hyacinth could do nothing but stare at her. And then, suffused with a feeling that was as lovely as it was warm, she gathered her things, rose to her feet, and crossed the room to Lady Danbury’s side.
“You’re going to be my grandmother,” she said, leaning down and giving her a kiss on the cheek. She’d never assumed such familiarity before, but somehow it felt right.
“You silly child,” Lady Danbury said, brushing at her eyes as Hyacinth walked to the door. “In my heart, I’ve been your grandmother for years. I’ve just been waiting for you to make it official.”
Chapter 20
Another ten minutes and Gareth would not have been there to hear the knock. He had pulled on his jumper, a rough, woolen thing that his grandmother would have called dreadfully uncouth but which had the advantage of being black as night. He was just sitting on his sofa to don his most quietly soled boots when he heard it.
A knock. Soft but adamant.
A glance at the clock told him it was almost midnight. Phelps had long since gone to bed, so Gareth went to the door himself, positioning himself near the heavy wood with a, “Yes?”
“It is I,” came the insistent reply.
What? No, it couldn’t be…
He yanked the door open.
“What are you doing here?” he hissed, pulling Hyacinth into the room. She went flying by him, stumbling into a chair as he let go to peer out into the hall. “Didn’t you bring someone with you?”
She shook her head. “No time to-”
“Are you mad?” he whispered furiously. “Have you gone stark, raving insane?” He’d thought he’d been angry with her last time she’d done this, running through London on her own after dark. But at least then she’d had some sort of an excuse, having been surprised by his father. This time-
He could barely control himself. “I’m going to have to lock you up,” he said, more to himself than to her. “That is it. That is the only solution. I am going to have to hold you down and-”
“If you’ll just lis-”
“Get in here,” he bit off, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her into his bedroom. It was the farthest from Phelps’s small quarters off the drawing room. The valet usually slept like the dead, but with Gareth’s luck, this would be the night he decided to awaken for a midnight snack.
“Gareth,” Hyacinth whispered, scurrying behind him, “I have to tell you-”
He turned on her with furious eyes. “I don’t want to hear anything from you that doesn’t start with ‘I’m a damned fool.’ ”
She crossed her arms. “Well, I’m certainly not going to say
He flexed and bent his fingers, the carefully controlled movement the only thing that was keeping him from lunging at her. The world was turning a dangerous shade of red, and all he could think of was the image of her racing across Mayfair, by herself, only to be attacked, mauled-
“I’m going to kill you,” he ground out.
Hell, if anyone was going to attack or maul her, it might as well be him.
But she was just shaking her head, not listening to anything he was saying. “Gareth, I have to-”
“No,” he said forcefully. “Not a word. Don’t say a word. Just sit there-” He blinked, realizing that she was standing, then pointed at the bed. “Sit there,” he said, “
She sat, and for once she didn’t look as if she was going to open her mouth to speak. In fact, she looked somewhat smug.
