Paying the Virgin's Price. Christine Merrill

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      Stall, while the girl finished her morning chocolate? It was full on ten o’clock, and Diana Price had been up for hours. She could hardly blame the Carlow girls for sleeping late. But she still found it vaguely annoying when the girls’ suitors chose to arrive before lunch. With the men from the house, it left Diana in the awkward position of disappointing them. Until the girls had shown an attachment to any of the young men they had met, it would do the gentlemen little good to appeal to their older brothers on the subject.

      She straightened her rather severe dress and put on her best chaperone’s frown. ‘I will see what it is about, Verity. If it is urgent, I will call for you. But if I do not, you may come down in your own good time. It serves the man right for arriving at this hour.’

      Her friend gave her a relieved smile. ‘Thank you, Diana. I don’t know what I would do without you.’

      She turned and walked out of the room and down the stairs to the salon. But the man waiting there came as a surprise to her, for he was a stranger. Her first impression was that he was far too old to be the usual post-ball suitor. His hair had not a touch of youthful colour left; It was a striking silver-grey. But on closer inspection, she could see that his back was straight, his skin tanned but smooth, and his green eyes had the clarity, if not of youth, then of a reasonable adulthood.

      Physically, he was not much beyond her own twenty-seven years. But there was a quality in those eyes that spoke to her. They had seen much, and not all of it had been pleasant. But whatever hardship he had seen did not seem to have broken him. There was a solidness about him, as though he were made of stronger stuff than most men. With his striking appearance, it seemed to her as though an ordinarily handsome man had been cast as a statue, with burnished metal for hair and skin, and glittering gems for eyes.

      Here was the sort of man she had wished for Verity: someone who could inspire confidence and trust as well as make the heart flutter. And apparently, even she was not immune from him, for she could not help smiling a trifle too warmly in greeting. ‘I am sorry to disappoint you. Lord Stanegate is from home. As is his brother. May I enquire as to the reason for your visit, Mister…?’ She left the sentence open, to remind him that he had not bothered to introduce himself.

      He tilted his head and stared closely into her face, as though searching his memory, ‘Verity? Or is it Honoria? I cannot tell. It has been so long…’ He used the same puzzled tone that she had used, and there was a pause as he looked at her, a faint smile forming at his mouth. It was as though he had not expected her, any more than she had expected him. But the surprise had been a pleasant one. He was taking her in, just as she had him, forming opinions, searching for her past in her eyes.

      Without thinking, she reached up to touch her hair, ready to push a loose curl out of the way, even though there was none. And then stilled her hands, and kept them demurely at her sides. ‘No, sir. I am companion and chaperone to the Carlow daughters. My name is Diana Price.’

      She must have misjudged his stability after all. Her introduction seemed to stagger him, and for a moment, he tottered as though he were a feeble old man. He reached for the arm of the nearest chair, and unable to control the rudeness of his behaviour, dropped unsteadily into it, taking a deep gasp of air.

      ‘Sir?’ She stepped closer, ready to offer assistance. ‘Are you ill?’

      ‘No. Really. It is nothing.’

      ‘A glass of wine perhaps? Or a brandy?’ It was far too early. But the man needed a restorative.

      He gave her the strangest smile she had ever seen. ‘Water, only. Please. The heat…’

      ‘Water, then. I will fetch it,’ she said, pretending to ignore his condition. It was barely past winter. There was no heat to speak of, nor was it particularly cold. But if the man wished to make excuses for an odd spell, it would do no harm to allow it.

      She went to the carafe on a nearby table, poured out a tumbler, and brought it to him. As he took the glass from her hand, she felt the faintest tremble in his, as though the touch of her fingers had shocked him. He drank eagerly. When he set the glass down on the table beside him, a little of the colour had returned to his tanned face.

      She sat in a chair opposite him so as not to call attention to his breach of etiquette.

      He looked over and gave a weak smile of gratitude. ‘Thank you for your kindness. Forgive me…Miss Price.’ He took a breath. ‘My name is…Dale.’ His voice steadied again. ‘I am an old friend of the family, but it has been a long while since I have had reason to visit this house. When I was last here, Miss Verity was but an infant and Honoria not much older. And seeing you, knowing that they are out…I was overcome with how long it had been. Are the girls well?’

      ‘Yes, sir. Both are well-mannered and accomplished young ladies.’

      ‘And lovely, I am sure. Just as I am sure that their good behaviour is a testament to your steady influence.’ He fidgeted in his seat as though the burden of polite conversation was one that he was unaccustomed to. Then he stilled, as though gathering himself to the task at hand. ‘But my business today is with their brothers. You say they are from home. Will they be returning soon?’

      ‘Lord Stanegate is travelling with his new bride in Northumberland.’

      ‘Marc married, eh?’ Mr Dale got a distant look and he muttered, ‘Felicitations. And Hal?’

      ‘Somewhere on the Peninsula, I believe. He is a lieutenant in the Dragoons.’

      The man nodded. ‘It would suit him, I am sure, the life and the uniform.’ And then he muttered, more to himself than to her, ‘Very well, then. They are both safely out of the way, and I will not worry about them.’

      It was good to hear that he seemed concerned, although why he should feel the need to worry over Marc or Hal, or think that it was safer to face Napoleon than be in London, she was not sure.

      And now, he was looking at her again, as though he had forgotten that she was in the room with him and could not think what to do next. Then he said, ‘If you could provide me with paper and pen, I would write a message to Marcus.’

      ‘If the matter is important, I can give you the address at which he can be reached,’ she offered.

      Mr Dale waved a dismissive hand. ‘If he is happy and away from town, I would not dream of bothering him.’

      ‘Perhaps Honoria…’

      ‘No,’ he said a little too quickly. ‘Do not trouble the girls with this. I doubt it will involve them. This is a matter to be settled amongst gentlemen. And I would hate to think I’d been a source of worry to them. A brief note to Marcus will suffice. If you could relay it when he returns, I would be most grateful.’ He favoured her with another bright smile. And this time, she was sure that he was deliberately attempting to charm her. Most likely, he wished to make her forget his strange behaviour.

      And it annoyed her that he had succeeded. He had a nice smile, friendly and unthreatening, yet a little knowing. There was something about the way that he sat in the chair, now he had recovered himself, that made her think he was usually an adventurous man. Wherever he belonged, it was somewhere much more exciting than a drawing room. As she got up and went to prepare the desk in the corner for writing, she could feel herself colouring at the thought that he was behind her and might be watching her move.

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