Regency Reputation: A Reputation for Notoriety / A Marriage of Notoriety. Diane Gaston

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СКАЧАТЬ Did Adele simply ignore her grandmother’s chiding or did she not hear it? ‘I have wanted to meet him and ask how all the people are at Gale House. I do miss them!’

      One of Lady Gale’s friends found her and the two women were quickly engaged in a lively conversation.

      Adele leaned close to Celia. ‘The kindest gentleman assisted me. I—I do not know if I properly thanked him. I must do so if I see him again.’

      Celia smiled at her. ‘You will be meeting many gentlemen this Season.’ She so wanted Adele to pick a steady, responsible, generous man.

      Luther was certainly not generous.

      ‘You grandmother will wish to select your suitors, you know,’ Celia added.

      Adele frowned. ‘I do want her to be pleased with me.’

      Celia sipped her wine. ‘You must please yourself first of all.’

      Adele would not be pushed into a marriage she did not want and should not have to endure—as Celia had been. Celia would make certain of it.

      The start of the programme was announced and Lady Gale gestured impatiently for Celia and Adele to follow her while she continued in deep conversation with her friend. They took their chairs and soon the music began.

      Lady Devine had hired musicians and singers to perform the one-act French opera, Le Calife de Bagdad by Boieldieu. The comic opera was ideal for an audience who were intent on marriage matches. In the opera, the mother of the ingenue Zétulbé, refuses to allow the girl to marry the Caliph of Baghdad, who meets her disguised as an ordinary man. When he tries to impress the family with extravagant gifts, the mother merely thinks he is a brigand.

      It should be every family’s fear—that the man marrying their daughter is not what he seems. It certainly was Celia’s fear for Adele. If only Celia’s experience had been more like Zétulbé’s, discovering the generous and loving prince disguised as something less. Celia’s husband had been the opposite. Presented by her guardians as a fine, upstanding man, but truly a cruel and thoughtless one in disguise.

      As the music enveloped Celia she wondered if all men hid their true colours.

      Of course, she disguised herself, too. She pretended to be a respectable lady, but she visited a gaming hell at night. Once there, she disguised herself again by wearing a mask and pretending to be a gambler, when gambling and gamblers were what she detested most in the world.

      The tenor playing the Caliph’s part stepped forwards to sing of his love for Zétulbé. Celia closed her eyes and tried to merely enjoy the music. An image of Rhysdale flashed through her mind. Like the tenor’s, Rhysdale’s voice had teemed with seduction.

      Rhys watched the door from the moment he opened the gambling house. He watched for her—the woman in the black-and-gold mask.

      ‘Who are you expecting?’ Xavier asked him. ‘Someone to make our fortunes or to take it all away?’

      He shrugged. ‘The woman I told you about last night.’

      Xavier’s brow furrowed. ‘This is not the time for a conquest, Rhys. Your future depends upon making this place a success.’

      Xavier was not saying anything Rhys had not said multiple times to himself. Still, he flushed with anger. ‘I will not neglect my responsibilities.’

      Xavier did not back down. ‘Women are trouble.’

      Rhys laughed. ‘That is the pot calling the kettle black, is it not? You are rarely without a female on your arm.’

      ‘Women attach themselves to me, that is true.’ Xavier’s blue eyes and poetic good looks drew women like magnets. ‘But I’ve yet to meet one who could distract me from what I’ve set myself to do.’

      ‘I did not say she was a distraction. Or a conquest.’ Rhys tried to convince himself as well as his friend. ‘I am curious about her. She is a gamester like me and that is what intrigues me.’

      Xavier scoffed. ‘Is that why you warned me away last night?’

      Rhys frowned. ‘That prohibition still stands. I do not wish to have you distract her.’ He paused, knowing he was not being entirely truthful. ‘I want to see what transpires with this woman gamester.’

      Xavier gave him a sceptical look.

      Truth was, Rhys did not know what to make of his attraction to the masked lady gamester. Xavier was correct. The woman did tempt him in ways that were more carnal than curious.

      But not enough to ignore his commitment to the gaming hell, not when his main objective was to show the Westleighs he could succeed in precisely the same world in which his father failed.

      The buzzing of voices hushed momentarily. Rhys glanced to the doorway as she walked in, dressed in the same gown and mask as the night before. Sound muffled and the lamps grew brighter.

      His body indeed thought of her in a carnal way. ‘There she is.’

      He left Xavier and crossed the room to her. ‘Madam, you have returned. I am flattered.’

      She put a hand on her chest. ‘I have indeed returned, Mr Rhysdale. Would you be so kind as to find a whist partner for me once again?’

      Xavier appeared at his side. ‘It would be my pleasure to partner you, madam.’

      Rhys glared at him before turning back to the masked woman. ‘May I present Mr Campion, madam. He is a friend and an excellent card player.’

      She extended her gloved hand. ‘Mr Campion.’

      Xavier accepted with a bow. ‘I am charmed.’ He smiled his most seductive smile at her. ‘Do me the honour of calling me Xavier. No one need stand on ceremony in a gaming hell.’

      Rhys groaned inwardly.

      ‘Xavier, then,’ she responded.

      He threaded her hand through his arm. ‘Do you wish to play deep, madam?’

      She did not answer right away. ‘Not too deep, for the moment. But neither do I wish a tame game.’

      Xavier nodded in approval. ‘Excellent. Let us go in search of players.’

      He looked back at Rhys and winked.

      Rhys knew Xavier well enough to understand his intent was merely to annoy. Xavier would always honour his wishes in matters such as this. Rhys was less certain about the lady. Most women preferred Xavier to Rhys. Most women preferred Xavier to any man.

      Rhys went back to patrolling the room, watching the play, speaking to the croupiers running the tables. He kept a keen eye out for cheating in those winning too conveniently and desperation in those losing. Gamblers could easily burst out in sudden violence when the cards or the dice did not go their way. Rhys’s plan was to intervene before tempers grew hot.

      His eyes always pulled back to the masked woman. She sat across from Xavier, posture alert, but not tense. Tonight her handling of the cards was smoother than the night before. She arranged her hand swiftly and never belaboured СКАЧАТЬ