“Susanna,” he said after a few moments, “I wish you would reconsider-”
But she set two fingers against his lips and lifted her forehead away from his to look into his eyes. They gazed back into her own, darkly violet in the sunlight. He did not attempt to finish what he had begun to say.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she whispered.
“Like what?” He took her by the wrist and moved her hand away from his mouth.
“With pity and compassion in your eyes.” She was suddenly and inexplicably angry as she drew free of him and jumped to her feet. “You are forever wanting to
And what on
His silence was as accusing as words. She knew she had hurt him, but she was powerless now to unsay the words.
“Should I take you again here, then, to slake my desire-but by force this time?” he asked her, his voice horribly quiet-why did he not rage at her? “Should I demand that you marry me so that my honor can be restored? Should I assert myself as a man and a wealthy, titled man at that and take whatever my heart desires from all who stand in my way? Especially women? Is that what you want of me, Susanna? I did not understand. I am sorry-I cannot be such a man.”
“Oh, Peter.” She turned to look at him. He was still sitting on the seat, his shoulders slightly slumped, his forearms resting on his thighs, his hands dangling between his knees. “I did not mean it that way.”
“What
She opened her mouth and drew breath and then could not think of anything to say. She did not know quite what she had meant. She had told him last night that he needed to learn to like himself. That had not been quite it either. And she had once told him that he needed a dragon to slay. She was not even sure what she had meant by that.
She wanted him to…
To move heaven and earth.
For her. For himself.
She wanted him to
How foolish! As if that would make any difference to anything.
“You cannot answer, can you?” he said. “Because you
But he held up a staying hand and smiled crookedly as she opened her mouth and drew breath to speak again.
“Enough!” he said. “I think you must be a very good teacher indeed, Susanna Osbourne. I have never done as much soul-searching as I have since I met you. I used to think I was a pretty cheerful, uncomplicated fellow. Now I feel rather as if I had been taken apart at the seams and stitched together again with some of my stuffing left out.”
Despite herself her mouth quirked at the corners and drew up into a smile.
“Then I am definitely not a good teacher,” she said. “But you are a good man, Peter. You
He raised his eyebrows.
“I am not only a woman,” she said. “I am a
“You do not need to be alone,” he said.
“No.” She smiled at him. “You would marry me and support and protect me for the rest of my life. And so we move full circle. I am sorry, Peter. I did not mean to deliver such a pompous speech. I did not even know I believed those things until I heard them come out of my mouth. But I
“It is as I thought, then,” he said, getting to his feet and handing her her bonnet. “You are happier without me. It is a humbling reality.”
And she could not now contradict him, could she?
She took her bonnet and busied herself with putting it back on and tying the ribbons beneath her chin.
“Will you do one thing for me?” she asked him.
“What?” he asked her.
She looked into his eyes.
“When you go home to Sidley Park for Christmas,” she said, “will you
“And marry Miss Flynn-Posy too?” His smile was crooked.
“If you decide that you
“Throw my weight around? Lay down the law?” he said. “Leave misery in my wake?”
“Tell her who you are,” she said. “Perhaps she has been so intent upon loving you all your life that really she does not know you at all. Perhaps-
She felt horribly embarrassed when he did not immediately reply. How
“I am sorry,” she said, “I have no right-”
“And will
Reality smote her like a fist to the stomach.
“Will you allow me to take you to meet Lady Markham and Edith?” he asked her.
“Why not?” he asked her. “Lawrence Morley, Edith’s husband, has taken lodgings on Laura Place, only a stone’s throw away. I promised to call there before leaving Bath. And I promised Edith that I would ask you if she may call on you or if you will call on her.”
She shook her head.
“Do consider,” he said. “I do not know if it is my place to tell you this, but there really were letters, you know-to Lord Markham and to you.”
There was a coldness about her head and in her nostrils.