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Each woman dipped a small curtsey and immediately put their heads together as if trading secrets. Now what was his bride-to-be plotting? He hoped like hell it didn’t involve him. He had plots of his own.
* * *
‘I don’t think His Grace likes me very much,’ Priscilla said, watching Freddy walk away.
‘Don’t worry about Falconwood,’ Minette said. ‘He’s like that with everyone.’
‘Everyone except you.’ Priscilla blushed. ‘I am truly am sorry for my gaffe the other evening. I hope I haven’t ruined your life. Father says I am the stupidest girl imaginable for always putting my foot in my mouth.’
‘Oh, no.’ Minette couldn’t believe a father would be so cruel. ‘If he and I hadn’t been so stupid as to meet privately, nothing would have happened.’
‘I should not have followed, but you looked so worried I really thought you might need help. It was the worst possible luck, my father coming along right then.’
Priscilla was clearly bent on blaming herself. ‘It is water down the river.’ Minette patted her arm.
‘Under the bridge, I think you mean.’
‘Do I? These English sayings are very obscure.’
Priscilla laughed. ‘What is done is done, but you know if there is anything I can ever do to make amends, you will let me know, won’t you?’
How surprising. It seemed she had indeed made a friend. ‘Thank you. I will remember.’
Priscilla cringed a little. ‘His Grace is returning. I should go.’ The girl pressed her hand and scurried away.
She wasn’t surprised at the other woman’s cowardice. The expression on Freddy’s face wasn’t the friendliest. ‘Do you have to look quite so, quite so...?’
‘Quite so what?’ He handed her the lemonade.
‘Quite so sternly aristocratic. Looks of that sort would get your head cut off in France.’
He recoiled. Then his mouth quirked in a tiny smile for the second time that evening. Again her heart gave an odd unwelcome lurch. Hopefully he wasn’t planning on doing it too often, because she wasn’t sure she would be able to resist him.
‘Is that what you were plotting?’
‘We haven’t been plotting anything, either before or now. This is the first time we have really spoken.’
‘You seemed on pretty friendly terms.’
He was teasing. She narrowed her eyes at him, but he had already schooled his face into its normal stern aloofness.
He hadn’t been aloof outside in the kitchen garden in the dark. Her body heated, as did her face. Blushing. How strange. She hadn’t felt the slightest bit embarrassed under the moonlight. What on earth was wrong with her?
Freddy’s expression darkened. ‘Here comes that idiot Granby.’
Nom d’un nom. If she didn’t know better she really might have thought he was jealous. No doubt it was all part of the act to assure the ton they were really a couple. She turned in the direction he was looking. It was indeed Granby sidling up to them, his expression hot and bothered. He cleared his throat. ‘Good evening, Your Grace, Miss Rideau.’
‘Granby,’ Freddy said repressively.
‘Lieutenant.’ Minette gave him a bright smile and dipped her knees.
‘I wanted to beg His Grace’s pardon. Thought it over. No excuse.’
Freddy’s expression didn’t ease, but his voice was not unkind when he replied, ‘I think the whole incident is better forgotten, don’t you?’
More fiery blushes. ‘Very good of you, Your Grace.’ He tugged at the edge of his jacket. ‘Wondered if you’d care to dance this next set, Miss Rideau?’
She glanced up at Freddy. His face remained impassive, no indication that he cared if she danced with Granby.
‘Thank you, Lieutenant, I would like that.’ She put her hand on his arm.
‘I am for the card room,’ Freddy said with a slight bow.
It was not disappointment she felt at his display of indifference. Not at all. She had to be glad.
* * *
Freddy kept his face expressionless as he left the ballroom. Dancing. She should be dancing with Granby. They were of an age. Whereas he felt ancient. Weighed down by the responsibilities of a dukedom he’d never wanted in the first place and by the mess he now found himself in with regard to Minette. He’d been a fool out there in the garden. Thinking there might be something good in this marriage. He wasn’t the right man for her. Never would be.
She’d be better off with a young innocent like Granby. His hands clenched into fists. His inability to retain control had robbed her of choices. When they were married, he would give her all the freedom she needed. The ice inside him grew colder and darker.
He strode into the card room and took an empty seat with men he knew would play hard and drink deep. ‘Gentlemen,’ he said.
The dealer dealt him his cards.
He didn’t emerge from the card room until a footman came to tell him his party was ready to leave. He gathered up his winnings to groans from the other men, who had been hopeful of winning some of their money back.
‘Duty calls.’ He said the words carefully. It would not do to be seen to have imbibed too much when one was escorting ladies home. Besides, even though he had drunk more than his fair share, he didn’t feel more than slightly up in the world. He was accustomed to hours spent quaffing blue ruin in taverns and cognac at his club while keeping his wits about him.
He met Gabe, Nicky and Minette in the foyer.
Gabe frowned at him. ‘Ready to leave?’
‘Absolutely.’
He held out his arm to Minette, and they walked out the front door and climbed into the carriage. He eyed Gabe warily. ‘Something wrong?’
‘Tonight was supposed to be damage control,’ Gabe said, his tone just a little savage. ‘You spent all night in the card room.’
‘I did not. Minette and I spent a good long time together.’
‘In the gardens, out of sight.’
The implied criticism flicked like a whip across his skin. ‘Are you saying you expect us to live in each other’s pockets? You know I don’t dance. Am I to stand and watch my fiancée flit around the ballroom in the arms of other men, looking sullen? If so, you need Byron, not me.’
‘Byron didn’t put her reputation at risk.’ Gabe’s tone was implacable.
‘Really, Gabe,’ Minette said. ‘Am I not supposed to dance at all?’
Freddy clenched his back teeth before he said something stupid like ‘No’. And then realised she had actually come to his defence. He frowned at her, puzzled.
‘I don’t see why you are being so stuffy, Gabe,’ she said. ‘If we are happy with the way we spent our evening, then you should be, too.’
‘They spent enough time together to stem the worst of the gossip,’ Nicky said. ‘As long as they continue in this way, I think all will be well.’
‘Do you? You don’t understand our English ton, madame. They are willing to forgive a romance but they are not willing to forgive indiscretion. You need to give them the romance. Spending half an hour in each other’s company doesn’t cut it. You might have taken her in for supper at the very least.’
‘I am sorry, mon beau-frère,’ Minette said soothingly. ‘I am sure we shall do better next time, n’est-ce pas, Freddy?’
There was something in her voice that said she was pleased with the way things had worked out. And that she had not the slightest intention of doing better. No one would be in the least surprised if their passion died a natural death and the engagement ended. But there would be consequences.
Was that what she had been plotting with her friend? No wonder she hadn’t been concerned when he’d gone off to pursue his own pleasure while she’d danced with whomsoever she pleased.
He leaned his head back against the squabs and watched her face from beneath half lowered lids. Now he saw the game she played. Well, he would not be foxed. Not by a chit barely out of the schoolroom.
‘I will call for you at four tomorrow afternoon. We will drive in Hyde Park.’
‘Good,’ Gabe said.
Minette looked less than pleased.
Freddy showed his teeth. ‘After all, I am sure you have another new gown from Madame Vitesse to show off.’
He could almost hear the grinding of her teeth.
Chapter Seven (#u0a6ddd1a-e282-55ad-9117-27af6c29a758)
Minette liked driving with Freddy. His skill meant she could relax and take in all that Hyde Park had to offer on a June late afternoon. Driving was slow at the fashionable hour, but driving wasn’t the point. The afternoon was bright and warm. And despite the odd lazily drifting cloud she felt no need for a wrap or shawl. The perfect climate to show off Madame Vitesse’s latest creation in a way that would make the seamstress rub her hands together.
They greeted and were acknowledged by gentlemen on horseback and couples in carriages, but not all the nods they received were warm and friendly. One elderly woman turned her head in a manner that made it clear she disapproved of them.
Freddy pretended not to notice.
‘What did you do to her?’ Minette asked.
His lips tightened a fraction. ‘Lady Ransome is my mother’s friend.’
She frowned. ‘Then why would she cut you? That is what it is called when one presents you with their back, ne’st-ce pas?’
‘It was more of a cold shoulder.’ His face remained expressionless.
‘Why, Freddy?’
He shrugged. ‘They do not care for my rackety person any more than my mother does. Owning a gambling hell is hardly the thing for a gentleman.’
She was aware that it was considered de trop for a gentleman to be engaged in trade of any kind. But the bleakness in his eyes suggested there was more to it.
‘It is not unusual for a mother to publicly disapprove of her son and heir?’
He grimaced. ‘She sees me as a usurper of my brother’s birthright.’
‘You had an older brother?’
His jaw flickered, his shoulders tensed. ‘I am surprised you haven’t heard. He was killed in a driving accident.’
Pain coloured his voice, followed swiftly by such a coldness of expression it discouraged further enquiries. ‘I’m sorry. Were you close?’
‘Yes.’
She nodded. ‘It would be hard for your mother, losing a child, but she cannot blame you because the law requires you to inherit.’
He took a deep breath and let it go. ‘I prefer not to discuss my mother’s motives.’
The look on his face was so frozen, so icily cold a shiver slid down her spine. Clearly, he did not want her sympathy. She searched her mind for something to say.
A young lady walking with a woman who looked like a governess caught Minette’s eye and waved madly. A welcome distraction. She waved back. ‘Freddy, stop. It is Lady Priscilla.’
When the young woman realised she’d been seen, she drew closer to the carriage, her face a little pink, no doubt having received a scold for her enthusiastic greeting.
Freddy drew his phaeton onto the verge so others could pass, and bowed. ‘Good day, my lady.’
Lady Priscilla gave him a wary glance but beamed at Minette. ‘I wasn’t sure you’d see me from all the way up there.’
Freddy’s phaeton was indeed fashionably high. Minette leaned over. ‘How do you do?’
‘Oh, very well. This is my companion, Miss Bernice, who used to be my governess. When I left the schoolroom we could not let her go she is so much a part of the family.’
The companion, a short, thin young lady in a drab coloured walking gown and a pair of spectacles on the tip of a pointy nose, dipped a curtsey.
‘I am so glad I saw you,’ Lady Priscilla said. ‘I wanted to ask if you would care to go shopping tomorrow afternoon with Mama and me? We are going to the warehouse in Houndsditch to choose fabric for new curtains.’
Minette glanced at Freddy. ‘We don’t have any plans for tomorrow afternoon, do we?’
‘None. I did have it in mind to ask you to attend an event with me the day after.’
Minette smiled at Priscilla. ‘I would love to go.’
‘Good. We always go to Gunter’s afterwards for ices. We will call for you at two.’
Freddy bowed again and moved back into the traffic on the drive.
‘I thought you said you hadn’t known Lady Priscilla long?’
She winced at his frigid tone. He was still suspicious. ‘Believe it or not, I met her for the very first time at Gosport’s ball. It is strange. I feel as if we have known each other for years. It is nice to find a friend.’
‘A fortunate first meeting, then.’
‘Oh, for goodness’ sake, do not tease. You know what happened was an accident.’
