Regency Rumours. Louise Allen

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СКАЧАТЬ suppose so,” Lolly whispered back. “Why should our knowledge of those things matter to him? He wants a wife, not an encyclopedia.”

      “Well,” Carrie ventured, “his wife will also be the mother of his children. Wouldn’t he want her to be educated?”

      Fleurette swept toward them, a swirl of bobbing yellow ruffles. “What are y’all whisperin’ about? Are y’all talkin’ about me?”

      “Not you at all,” Carrie assured her. “About the Question Bee.”

      “Oh, that.” Fleurette tossed her curls. “Ah ’spect the colonel…” Her green eyes swept the room. “My, he is handsome, isn’t he? Ah think he desires knowledge of our background and upbringing.”

      “He knows everything about me,” Carrie wailed. “What will I say?”

      “Just tell him the borin’ ol’ truth, honey.” Fleurette bent toward the two women. “Could Ah join y’all on that settee? Mah poor feet ache somethin’ awful after all that dancin’.”

      Carrie and Lolly shifted apart to make room, and Fleurette wedged her derriere between them. Two large puffs of yellow silk ballooned out on each side, spilling over Carrie’s green dress and Lolly’s black skirt.

      “Oh, my, that does feel so much better. Now, what were we—”

      “Ladies and gentlemen?” A spoon tinked for attention and the three gray-haired Helpful Ladies gathered in front of the refreshment table. Minnie Sullivan’s hands darted and swooped before her bosom. “Let me tell, Dora Mae. I was the one who thought of it.”

      “It was my idea, Min. Don’t you remember? You had just finished your second serving of Ruth’s applesauce cake and—”

      “Why, Dora Mae Landsfelter, don’t tell me you counted my desserts?”

      “Goddammit to hell,” a deep voice rolled over the assembly. “I cannot abide squabbling females.”

      “Oh, of course not, Colonel,” the two women sang in unison.

      Colonel Macready strode through the tittering crowd. “It was my idea, if I remember correctly. I proposed it to Mrs. Underwood an hour ago.”

      Minnie’s hands fluttered. “Oh, yes. Yes, you are quite right.”

      “And since it is the only suggestion the Helpful Ladies have allowed me to contribute—” he made his way to the front of the room “—let’s get on with it.”

      “Well put, Kelly,” a voice said.

      “Ask yer questions, Colonel,” another man added. “We’re sure ’nuf curious about what these here ladies think about…things.”

      Beside her, Lolly felt Fleurette’s silk-swathed body stiffen. Could the woman be nervous? She had sufficient fancy background and aristocratic upbringing to answer a hundred of the colonel’s questions. Lolly could only pray none of them would touch on Abolitionist newspapers in Kansas.

      “Question One,” Dora Mae Landsfelter announced. “Colonel? You may do the honors.”

      Kellen stood perfectly still, surveying the three samples of femininity squashed together, their fluffed-out feathers settling over their nests. The peacock’s showy plumage nearly buried both Careen and Miss Mayfield.

      He chuckled under his breath. Life was too short not to enjoy this. He sank into an upholstered wing-backed chair, loosened his neckpiece and picked up his cue from Dora Mae.

      “Question One,” he reiterated. “What about Maple Falls interests you the most? Miss Gundersen?”

      Careen jerked as if an elbow had been jabbed into her ribs. “My students,” she said without hesitation. “They ask so many questions. Naturally, I try to answer every one.”

      A murmur of approval ran around the room. It sounded curiously like industrious bees humming in a hive. Kellen leaned back against the brocade and smiled at Careen. She was very practical-minded, the epitome of a dedicated schoolteacher.

      “Miss LeClair?”

      Fleurette tilted her head coquettishly. Two bright eyes fixed on him and then disappeared under a fluttery fringe of descending amber eyelashes. The perfect rosebud mouth opened.

      “Why, Colonel, what interests me most here in Maple Falls is your home.”

      Someone—it sounded like Sol Stanton—guffawed, but Miss LeClair proceeded undaunted. “After all, a bride wants to know wheah she will be livin’.”

      Kellen kept his expression as impassive as he could. A shot of applejack would help, but Matt Underwood was whispering in his wife’s ear and Kellen couldn’t catch his eye. He turned his attention to the black swan.

      “Miss Mayfield?”

      She did look lovely in that lacy black getup, her cheeks rosy, her blue eyes slightly unfocused and her nose…

      Good God, her nose was bright red! She was snockered! An English heritage, he would guess; their cheeks and noses reddened under the influence of spirits.

      He wanted to laugh. Correction, he wanted to throttle her. Something inside him couldn’t bear to watch her make a fool of herself. In the next second he wanted to protect her. Oh, hell, he wanted to…

      It was too late to retract the question. Say something simple, he urged her. Something short, using words of only one syllable.

      The tip of her tongue slipped out to wet her lips and he heard a tiny sound. Oh, Lord, she had the hiccups.

      Her mouth opened. “I think…” She closed her lips and frowned, and Kellen saw her throat tighten in another spasm.

      “I think what interests me most about Ma-aple Falls is you, Colonel.”

      Kellen blinked. “Me!”

      “Precise-ly. What I find most intri-guing is why you would let the La-dies Helpful Society choose a wife for you. Oh, I understand about building the new sch-ool, but, to be honesht, uh honest, I would think—”

      Kellen sent a desperate look toward the refreshment table. Do something!

      Dora Mae nodded. “Question Two,” she stated in a piercing tone.

      Thank God. Kellen wet his own lips and dug his notes out of his breast pocket. “Yes, well. Question Two is…what makes you happy? Miss Gundersen?”

      Careen’s face lit up. “Oh, that’s easy, Colonel. I like solving things, like riddles. Or arithmetic problems. I like to figure things out.”

      Another approving buzz circled around the hive.

      “Miss LeClair?”

      The pale eyelashes swooped down, then up. “Ah am happy when Ah can please others. Especially one particular Other, if you take my meanin’.”

      Kellen unclenched his fingers. Meaning taken, yes. But believed? Not unless pigs СКАЧАТЬ