The Unmasking of a Lady. Emily May

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СКАЧАТЬ his Aunt Seraphina sat. His footsteps faltered when he saw his aunt’s companion. The familiar sensations swept through him—shame and guilt, the stir of attraction—and he almost turned and headed in the opposite direction.

      Craven, he chided himself, and stepped forwards. ‘Good evening, Miss Knightley.’ He bowed, and turned to his aunt. ‘Where’s Grace?’

      ‘Talking to Miss Wootton.’

      Adam swung on his heel and looked across the ballroom. His sister sat alongside Miss Wootton. Grace was talking, her expression animated; Miss Wootton listened intently.

      Adam turned to Miss Knightley. ‘Your doing?’

      She shook her head. The golden ribbon threaded through her dark hair glinted in the candlelight. ‘Grace felt sorry for her. She’s a very kind-hearted girl.’

      ‘In this instance her kindness is misplaced. If Miss Wootton has some…instability, then I’d prefer that Grace didn’t become friends—’

      ‘Miss Wootton is no more unstable than you or I!’ Miss Knightley said tartly. ‘It’s a rumour set about to discredit her.’

      Adam frowned. ‘Rumour? Are you certain?’

      ‘Yes.’ Her nod was emphatic. ‘I overheard it being started two nights ago.’

      ‘You did?’ Adam put up his brows. ‘By whom?’

      ‘By a mother with a daughter to marry off.’

      Adam sipped his champagne thoughtfully, digesting this fact. ‘Does this mother have any connection with the seminary Grace attended in Bath?’

      Miss Knightley glanced at him. Her eyes were almost black in the candlelight. ‘Yes.’

      ‘Do you think she’s responsible for the rumours about Grace?’

      ‘I think it likely.’ Arabella Knightley lifted her shoulders in an expressive, Gallic shrug. ‘But since I wasn’t present when those particular rumours started, I have no way of knowing.’

      Adam’s fingers tightened on the stem of the glass. ‘Who is this woman?’

      Miss Knightley’s eyebrows arched. ‘Mr St Just, surely you don’t expect me to tell you that?’

      ‘The devil I don’t—’

      ‘Adam,’ his aunt reproved.

      Adam clenched his jaw and glared at Miss Knightley. She seemed unoffended by his language. A dimple appeared in her cheek, as if she was trying not to laugh, and her eyes were suspiciously bright.

      ‘You refuse to tell me?’

      ‘Of course,’ she said. ‘There’s absolutely no proof that this woman spread any rumours about Grace—’

      ‘But you think she did—’

      ‘Precisely, Mr St Just. I think; I don’t know. They’re two very different things.’

      Adam gripped his glass tightly. ‘I should like to speak with this woman.’

      ‘I’m sure you would,’ Miss Knightley said. ‘But in all conscience, I can’t name her. Think how remiss it would be of me if you upbraided her for something she didn’t do!’

      ‘I shouldn’t upbraid her,’ he said with stiff dignity.

      Her eyebrows rose again. Disbelief was eloquent on her face.

      Adam flushed.

      ‘Mr St Just, if I were to pass on information that I don’t know to be true, I should be as worthy of blame as any scandalmonger.’

      Aunt Seraphina nodded. ‘Miss Knightley is correct.’

      He knew she was, but being told that didn’t improve his temper. Adam glared at his aunt.

      She smiled placidly and patted the chair alongside her. ‘Do sit down, dear. It’s very fatiguing to have you towering over one.’

      He swung his glare back to Miss Knightley. Laughter glimmered in her dark eyes. ‘Mr St Just, I fear you’re about to break that glass.’

      Adam hurriedly unclenched his hand.

      Miss Knightley looked past him. Her smile became warmer.

      Adam turned his head. ‘Grace.’

      Grace sat beside Aunt Seraphina in a soft flurry of satin and gauze. ‘I told Letty what Mr Brummell said to Bella. And she’s going to do it too!’

      Aunt Seraphina gave an approving nod.

      Grace smoothed her skirt and turned to Miss Knightley. ‘And I told her what you said, Bella, about it being useful experience, and how she has the opportunity to see people for who they truly are—and Letty perfectly understood what you meant!’ Her face was alight with enthusiasm. ‘We’ve decided that we’re going to do it together!’

      Adam couldn’t help smiling at Grace’s animation. The knot of anger in his chest began to unravel. ‘Are you?’

      Grace nodded. ‘Yes! And then I told her what you said, Bella, about…’ Her brow creased in concentration. ‘How one has to respect someone in order to care what their opinion of you is.’

      Adam lost his smile. He glanced at Miss Knightley, remembering the words he’d spoken six years ago, feeling the familiar stab of guilt, of shame. I wish I’d never uttered them.

      The façade Arabella Knightley presented to the world was one of resilience, insouciance, toughness, and yet, as his gaze rested on her, all he saw was the softness of her mouth, the smooth translucency of her skin, the delicacy of her bone structure—her femininity and her vulnerability.

      ‘And I told her, oh, everything you said!’

      ‘I had no idea my words were such pearls of wisdom,’ Miss Knightley said, her tone light and ironic.

      Grace didn’t appear to hear the irony. She nodded. ‘Oh, yes, they are!’

      To his astonishment, Adam found himself silently agreeing. Arabella Knightley was the last friend he’d choose for Grace—but her advice had been invaluable.

      ‘Letty and I have decided we’re going to be bosom friends!’ Grace announced.

      Miss Knightley laughed. ‘Every girl needs a bosom friend,’ she said. ‘Please excuse me, I see my grandmother looking for me.’

      Adam stepped back. He bowed silently and watched her leave. Her words echoed in his ears: Every girl needs a bosom friend. Miss Knightley had no bosom friend. She had no friends that he was aware of, other than Helen Dysart.

       She must be very lonely.

      ‘Polly,’ Arabella said to her maid as she climbed out of bed the following morning. ‘I’m going СКАЧАТЬ