Regency Scandal. Кэрол Мортимер

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      Gold brows rose over derisive grey eyes. ‘Your father was of the opinion that every man—and woman—is instrumental in bringing about their own destruction?’

      She arched fine brows. ‘You disagree?’

      Rupert could never before remember having a conversation with a woman on the subject of Greek mythology, let alone debating its philosophy. Obviously her father had been a learned man and it appeared to be an education he had felt no qualms in imparting to his only daughter.

      Rupert’s physical appreciation of her had already caused him to regret her presence in his carriage. He certainly did not wish to know that there was so much more to her than the flirtatious beauty malicious gossip had led him to believe.

      ‘—telling me precisely where we are going, your Grace?’

      ‘I beg your pardon?’ Rupert frowned at this interruption to his musings.

      ‘I asked if you would mind very much telling me where we are going?’ The huskiness of her naturally sensuous voice had sharpened in her obvious anxiety.

      He gave a lazy smile. ‘I was unsure, once we were safely ensconced in my carriage, as to whether or not I would find myself with the dubious pleasure of dealing with a hysterical lady and advised my coachman to drive about London until you had calmed down enough for me to ascertain exactly where it is that you reside.’

      ‘My home is in Jermyn Street, your Grace.’ Pandora’s smile was rueful as she waited quietly whilst he advised his coachman of their destination before continuing. ‘I admit that I was upset by Lord Sugdon’s familiar behaviour earlier, your Grace, but I don’t believe I could ever be accused of being the sort of woman who swoons easily.’ The Duke did not need to know that Pandora had been very close to doing exactly that when the erstwhile nobleman had ripped her gown and then crushed her in his arms so effortlessly.

      ‘Then what sort of lady would you say that you are?’

      She eyed him suspiciously, but could read nothing from his enigmatic expression as he relaxed back against the seat opposite her. ‘The ton would have you believe—’

      ‘And I am sure I have already made clear my own opinion of what the ton may or may not choose to believe or say, in regard to yourself or anyone else.’ He gave a dismissive gesture with one long and elegant hand.

      Pandora moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. ‘I am afraid I don’t understand the question when my own opinion of myself must obviously differ greatly from that of others.’

      ‘Why obviously?’ He frowned. ‘The ton believes me to be arrogant and proud, and something of a rake with the ladies, and I can find no argument with that opinion.’

      She smiled at this blunt self-appraisal. ‘But you are so much more than that, are you not?’

      His brows rose. ‘Am I?’

      Pandora nodded. ‘This evening you have been both chivalrous and kind.’

      ‘I would advise you not to attribute me with virtues I do not, nor would ever wish, to possess,’ he warned.

      She shook her head in gentle rebuke. ‘I have every reason to know you to be both those things after the manner in which you … dispensed so effortlessly with Lord Sugdon’s unwanted attentions towards me earlier tonight.’

      The Duke’s mouth thinned. ‘And if I were to tell you that my actions had very little to do with you? That my mood this evening was already such that I merely welcomed the opportunity to hit someone? Anyone? For whatever reason!’

      Recalling the content of this man’s earlier conversation with the Earl of Sherbourne, Pandora had some idea as to the reason for the Duke’s bad humour. ‘I would then say that the reason you acted in the way that you did was irrelevant, when it resulted in my rescue.’

      Rupert looked quizzically across at her. ‘And, if I may be allowed to say so, Pandora Maybury, I find you are not at all as the ton describes you.’

      She laughed musically. ‘Oh, you may certainly say it, your Grace—’

      ‘Rupert.’

      Her humour instantly ceased, her expression now one of uncertainty. ‘I beg your pardon?’

      He regarded her beneath hooded lids. ‘I believe I should like to hear you call me Rupert.’

      She sat as far back on the bench seat as possible. ‘I could not possibly address you in so familiar a manner, sir.’

      ‘Why not? You are a Duchess, I am a Duke, therefore we are social equals. Or are you already so awash with friends that you have no need of another?’ Rupert added with cutting humour.

      That slender throat moved convulsively as she swallowed before answering huskily, ‘You must know that I am not.’

      Yes, Rupert had already observed this evening that the only members of the ton who now bothered with her company were gentlemen who obviously had so much more than friendship in mind. Men like Sugdon. ‘Our hostess, and her friend the Duchess of Woollerton, appear to value your friendship.’

      Pandora’s expression softened. ‘They have both been kind enough to bestow that friendship upon me these past few weeks, yes.’

      ‘So it has been commented upon.’

      She looked across at him sharply. ‘I trust not to their detriment?’

      ‘Would it bother you if it were?’ he asked curiously.

      ‘Of course.’ She gave every appearance of being agitated, her face flushed, her lace-gloved fingers now tightly gripping the cloak about her. ‘I should not like to be the cause of either of those dear ladies being cut by certain members of society.’

      ‘As you are yourself?’ he pressed.

      ‘Yes,’ she acknowledged quietly.

      He shrugged. ‘I am sure both those ladies are of an age and confidence to choose their own friends. As am I,’ Rupert added huskily.

      Pandora eyed him warily. ‘But we are not friends, your Grace, merely new acquaintances.’

      ‘That is no reason to suppose that, with time, we might not become more than that.’

      Rupert studied her shrewdly. ‘Tell me something of your marriage to Maybury.’

      She looked startled at his abrupt change of subject. ‘For what purpose?’

      ‘It is a natural curiosity, surely, considering the method of his demise?’ Rupert said.

      ‘I see nothing natural about it, your Grace.’ Her chin was raised proudly.

      He gave an elegant shrug. ‘That is possibly because you are too close to the subject.’

      Her eyes flashed darkly. ‘How should I be any other, when Barnaby was my husband?’

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