Simply Magic

anyway.”

And it would be as well, she thought, if the memories were left there, vague and unspecific.

“Your father died,” he said.

She turned her head and looked sharply at him.

“Yes.”

“I am so sorry,” he said, “though it seems a little late to commiserate with you. It was sudden, was it not? A heart attack?”

Ah, he really did not know, then. He really had been sheltered by all his various guardians.

“Yes,” she said. “His heart stopped.”

Which was certainly not a lie.

“I am sorry,” he said again. “But tell me how you ended up as a charity pupil at Miss Martin’s school in Bath.”

She had never spoken about her past. Deep as was her trust in her three closest friends, she had never entrusted them with the whole of her story-just as they had never revealed everything of their past to her. Friends really did need secret places inside themselves. But he already knew more than they ever had.

She closed her eyes for a few moments.

“I do beg your pardon,” he said, squeezing her hand more tightly. “Please forgive me for arousing what are obviously painful memories.”

She had learned to cope with her essential aloneness, not even to dwell upon it. And she did have her employment now and friends who were almost as good as family. But there had been a time when she had felt like a helpless babe all alone and abandoned in a vast and hostile universe. She doubted there was any worse feeling. Even her very survival had been in question.

“Mr. Hatchard sent me to the school,” she said. “He is Claudia Martin’s solicitor and agent in London. He sought me out when I was seeking a position through an employment agency. At first, when he asked me if I had ever been to Bath, I thought he had some employment to offer me there. But then he explained that there was a place at a school there for me if I wanted it-as a pupil. He told me that someone he represented was willing to pay my fees, that in fact I would be one of several charity pupils.”

She could clearly remember the mingled relief and humiliation with which she had listened to his wholly unexpected offer.

“And you accepted,” Viscount Whitleaf said.

“I really had no choice,” she told him. “I was staring starvation in the face. I had had only one promising interview-for a position as a lady’s maid. I had said at the agency that I was fifteen though I was only twelve. But the lady who interviewed me did not believe me and dismissed me out of hand. She was not the housekeeper, as I had expected, but my prospective employer herself. She told me that since she was going to have to put up with the maid who was hired, she was going to have the choosing of her. I was terrified of her, even though she was very young herself. And yet I have always had the strange conviction that she must have had something to do with Mr. Hatchard’s finding me.”

“Really?” he said.

“How else would he have found me and why else would he have singled me out?” she asked. “London is teeming with destitute girls. And her name keeps popping up in connection with the school in the most puzzling way. Claudia Martin was once her governess but left in outrage at her unruly behavior and haughty manners. Then she turned up unexpectedly at the school one day after I was there and asked Claudia if she needed anything. Poor Claudia was outraged. But the school has a secret benefactor, you see. It seems never to have occurred to Claudia that perhaps it is Lady Hallmere herself, but I wonder if perhaps it is.”

“Lady Hallmere?” he said.

“She was Lady Freyja Bedwyn before her marriage,” she explained. “Sister of the Duke of Bewcastle. And then she married the Marquess of Hallmere, who just happens to have his home and estate in Cornwall, in the exact place where Anne Jewell lived before she was recommended to the school as a teacher.”

“I know the Bedwyn family,” he said. “Bewcastle is a close neighbor of my cousin Lauren, Viscountess Ravensberg.” He grinned. “I do not imagine that being Lady Hallmere’s governess would have been a comfortable thing. And I would guess that you had a fortunate escape in not being taken on as her maid. She is a formidable lady. But you think it was she who sent you to Bath? Interesting!”

“I may be wrong,” she said.

And if she had needed any further reminder that he was of a different world from her own, here it was. He actually knew Lady Hallmere and the Bedwyn family. His cousin was a viscountess.

But such knowledge was no longer a cause for intimidation. She and Viscount Whitleaf were indeed friends, she believed, though only for a short while. Soon they would return to their separate worlds.

She withdrew her hand from his, smoothed out her skirt without looking at him, and got up to step outside the grotto and stand on the path looking out on the waterfall. He followed her out.

“I have been very fortunate in my life,” she said. “Once I had settled at the school I was very happy there. And since becoming a teacher I have been happier.”

“In some ways,” he said, “I envy you.”

She looked up sharply into his face to see if he joked. What a very strange thing to say! But he was squinting off toward the waterfall and seemed to be talking to himself rather than to her. He had certainly not been joking. When he looked back at her, he was smiling again.

“Are you preparing to dance the night away at the assembly tomorrow?” he asked her.

“It is a country entertainment, Lord Whitleaf,” she said. “I daresay it will be over well before midnight.”

“One of the first things I noticed about you,” he said, “was that you are literal- minded-hearts as organs in the chest, for example. My poet’s soul still winces over that one. Let me rephrase my question, then. Are you preparing to dance the evening away?”

“I am preparing to enjoy myself,” she said. “I have never been to a ball or even a country assembly.”

“Never?” He looked arrested. “You do not know how to dance, then?”

“Learning to dance is a necessary part of any lady’s education,” she said, “even if she is only a charity pupil. We have a dancing master at the school-Mr. Huckerby. I learned from him. And now I often demonstrate the dances with him while the girls look on.”

“But you have never danced at a ball,” he said quietly.

She felt horribly embarrassed then. That was one pathetic piece of information she ought to have kept to herself.

“We should go back,” she said. “It must be getting late. Everyone will be thinking of going home, and our long absence will be remarked upon.”

“Miss Osbourne,” he said abruptly, “will you dance the first waltz with me at the assembly?”

Oh!

She stared at him, filled with such longing that for a moment she could not even speak. “Oh,” she said then, “there is no need to ask such a thing just because I told you it will be my first assembly and I am in a sense your friend.”

He seized her hand again then, but not just to hold. He raised it to his lips and held it there for a few moments while he looked intently into her eyes over the top of it.

“What does this in a sense mean?” he asked. “How can two people be friends in a sense? Either we are or we are not. I have asked you to waltz with me because I wish to waltz with you and no one else. Sometimes motives are as simple as that.”