Regency Scandal. Кэрол Мортимер

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      ‘But happy? At least, initially?’ he asked.

      Not even initially!

      It had become apparent to Pandora, almost immediately their marriage took place, that Barnaby had only married her because he required a young, and therefore malleable, wife for him to escort during the Season and to act as mistress in his many homes, both here in London and in the country. A wife who would not attempt to interfere in the way in which he chose to conduct his own life; having expressed no deep and passionate love for Pandora before their marriage, Barnaby had made it clear he considered it unreasonable of her to expect him to feel that way about her once they were husband and wife.

      After much internal soul-searching, Pandora had realised she had no choice other than to accept this loveless marriage as being her lot in life. And if that acceptance had meant putting aside all of her girlish hopes and dreams of love and a grand passion in her marriage, then that was surely her own disappointment to bear, and no one else’s.

      She certainly did not intend to now share any of the details of that disappointment with the haughty and mocking nobleman in front of her, despite his insistence on asking her probing questions!

      ‘We appear to have arrived at my home, your Grace,’ Pandora realised thankfully. She sat forwards eagerly with the intention of alighting from the now-stationary carriage as the groom hurried to open the door for her. ‘Once again, I am grateful to you for coming to my aid this evening.’

      ‘I will call upon you tomorrow.’

      ‘For what purpose?’ Pandora, having just stepped down from the carriage, now turned sharply.

      The Duke’s teeth flashed a white smile in the moonlight as he stepped down beside her. ‘Why, for the purpose of assuring myself as to your having fully recovered from this evening’s ordeal, of course.’

      There was no ‘of course’ or anything else about it, where this arrogant and disdainful gentleman was concerned. Nor did she wish for Rupert to call on her tomorrow or any other time.

      She suspected, despite their efforts for it to be otherwise, that the news of the cloaked lady leaving Sophia’s ball this evening in the Duke of Stratton’s carriage, would be all over London by the morning, without adding to that gossip by him being seen calling at her house the following day!

      ‘I assure you I am already fully recovered, thank you, your Grace.’

      ‘Nevertheless, having rescued you, I now feel honour-bound to call upon you tomorrow to assure myself of your well-being,’ he insisted.

      Pandora looked up at him with frustration, very aware that he had only moments ago denied the existence of any such finer feelings in regard to his character, but at the same time aware of the restraint put upon her answer by the presence of the quietly attentive groom. Just because the man gave every appearance of being totally deaf to their conversation did not mean that he was not listening and remembering every word they spoke, in order that he might relay that gossip to the Duke’s other servants once released from his duties later tonight.

      It was pure arrogance on the part of the nobility to believe that their servants were not fully conversant with all their actions. And their foibles …

      Pandora drew herself up to her full height before speaking coolly. ‘You must do as you see fit, your Grace.’

      ‘I usually do,’ Rupert replied mockingly even as he lifted her hand to his lips, his intent gaze deliberately holding her startled one as he placed those lips upon her gloved knuckles. ‘Until tomorrow, Pandora.’

      She snatched her hand from his grasp as if burnt. ‘Goodbye, your Grace.’

      ‘Merely adieu, I assure you, my dear Pandora,’ he murmured throatily, watching closely as she hurried up the steps to the front door of the mansion house, that door opening as she reached the top of those steps to slip silently inside without so much as a backward glance.

      A scowl creased Rupert’s brow as he now considered returning to his own London home.

      And to the woman who would no doubt have made sure she would be awaiting him there …

       Chapter Four

      ‘How kind of you to call, your Grace!’ Pandora’s smile was one of vacuous politeness late the following morning as she rose to her feet in order to curtsy to Rupert as he strode with his usual arrogance into the blue-and-cream salon of her London town house. Endeavouring, as she nodded dismissal of Bentley, her butler, not to reveal by so much as a twitch of an eyebrow how disturbed she was that he had carried out his promise to call upon her this morning.

      Which was not at all easy for her to do when the Duke looked so vitally handsome this morning. The gold of his hair was in tousled disarray upon his brow and about his ears and nape, those grey eyes piercing in that wicked, yet angelically handsome face. He was wearing a dark grey superfine over a silver waistcoat and snowy-white linen emphasised the width and power of his shoulders, black pantaloons hugging the long muscled length of his legs above highly polished black Hessians.

      ‘Your Grace, allow me to introduce you to the family lawyer, Mr Anthony Jessop.’ Pandora turned to the relatively young, dark-haired gentleman standing in the room with her. ‘Mr Jessop, his Grace, the Duke of Stratton.’

      Mr Anthony Jessop—the two gentlemen having acknowledged each other, the lawyer with a gracious bow, the Duke with a terse nod—now looked less than comfortable at finding himself the focus of Rupert’s intense grey eyes as he gathered up his papers from the table. ‘You will let me know as soon as things are settled, Pandora?’ He turned to smile at her.

      Having contacted Anthony Jessop at his offices first thing this morning and, that gentleman having duly called upon her a mere hour later, Pandora could not help but wish now that they had not concluded their business quite as efficiently as they had. She would have much preferred a valid excuse to encourage the Duke to leave her home!

      ‘I will.’ She rang for the butler, smiling warmly at the man who had been Barnaby’s lawyer for some years before he died, and latterly her own. Pandora had found his help invaluable this past year, as she attempted to not only run her own London household but also manage her private finances.

      The lawyer turned to nod at the slightly younger man. ‘Your Grace.’

      ‘Jessop.’ There was no answering smile on Rupert’s face as he waited until the lawyer had withdrawn in the company of the butler before speaking again. ‘Springcleaning, Pandora?’

      She gave him a startled look. ‘I beg your pardon?’

      ‘There appear to be several trunks in your front hallway. Possibly awaiting collection before the contents are distributed to the poor?’

      Pandora drew in a sharp breath at the directness of the Duke’s conversation; obviously they were to continue this morning in the same forthright manner as the previous evening—that is, with none of the social niceties!

      Nevertheless, she would attempt to bring things back on track. ‘May I offer you refreshment, your Grace?’ Pandora looked across at him СКАЧАТЬ