The Sleeping Beauty. Jacqueline Navin

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      Climbing into the open carriage, she didn’t say a word.

      Adam took the reins and pulled out.

      After a broad silence, he said, “The banns will be read Sunday.” He kept his eyes trained on the road ahead. “It is useful that we are going together on this outing. It is helpful for us to be seen together. It won’t come as so much of a shock to your friends, then, when the news comes.”

      “There is no one I call friend.” She said it without any hint of sadness or regret.

      He was startled. “How odd. Are you such a misanthrope?”

      “I am simply a private person.” He heard the rustle of her dress as she twisted in her seat. It was an anxious motion. “Which no doubt meets with your disapproval. Everything I do seems to meet with your disapproval.”

      “Not entirely. I like your hair that way, for instance. Your rudeness to me, however, that is an entirely different matter.”

      “Oh, really? And how am I supposed to act toward the man who has so gallantly ridden all the way from London to claim a purse. Oh, and take a bride in the process, a rather minimal consideration.”

      “I do not think it so unusual. Most girls of your illustrious acquaintance no doubt never met their husbands before their papas picked them for them. I always thought it an odd custom of the aristocracy to treat their children like cattle, to be matched and bred for the good of the estate. Don’t tell me you don’t know this.”

      “I am no sapskull. I am rather better versed on the ‘odd customs’ of the aristocracy than you, I should think.”

      “Touché. I am, after all, a lowly commoner. Completely unworthy of your exaltedness.”

      Her voice was full of accusation. “You sound bitter, Mr. Mannion.”

      “Come to think of it, how is it you escaped the net of marriage? Did your father never find a suitable man who was willing to brave your harpy tongue?” Adam looked over at her, his gaze taking in her stiff profile, her face turned resolutely ahead. “Or were you waiting for love, Helena?”

      “For your information, I was engaged once.”

      “Pray tell what happened.”

      “He preferred someone else.”

      The news was a jolt to Adam, wiping the smile from his face as soundly as if he’d been slapped.

      Good God, what a sod-head he was! He had taunted her horribly when she had been nursing a broken heart all along.

      “I’m sorry,” he said gruffly. “I didn’t know.”

      “I’m surprised at that. People hereabouts love to talk.”

      “Actually, I have found the one person whose conversation I enjoyed damned reluctant to give me any facts aside from where the best hunting grounds could be found.”

      She looked over at him then, and those large blue-green eyes softened. “Who was that?”

      “Kepper.”

      “He’s a good man. He’s very loyal to my father.”

      Adam allowed a silence to lapse while he berated himself for his thoughtless jibes. He wondered if this were the reason for her seclusion—the oldest reason in the world. Had she retired from society to pine for the unrequited love lost years ago?

      The idea of it disturbed him. He had been disturbed, however, since the moment he laid eyes on her, so he should be getting used to it by now.

      Nevertheless, he was surprised to realize that he was more than a bit curious. And perhaps a tad jealous.

      “I’d like to ask you more, but I know you won’t answer. I have quite a lot of questions, Helena. I wonder why there are so few servants in so large a house. Why do you live alone without seeing anyone? I haven’t asked a one of these, and I’m not asking now. I just want you to know those questions are there.”

      He didn’t know what he wanted her to say. He didn’t even know why he had uttered such an inane statement—as if she would rush to explain herself if she knew of his interest.

      No, it wasn’t merely interest. It was becoming an obsession. He wanted her to know he would listen if she ever wished to tell him the strange secrets that governed her hermetic existence, that he wouldn’t judge or mock, and he wouldn’t betray her confidence. He wondered if she knew that, if he had expressed it properly in his awkward little speech just now.

      It was a moot point. She said nothing.

      As they crossed Darby Creek, Helena became aware of a growing terror arising in her breast.

      They topped a hill and she could see the large cluster of buildings in the distance. Passing a farmhouse, she noted an old woman wrapped in a shawl staring at them. Adam raised his hand in a greeting. The old woman didn’t respond. Helena wondered if she were imagining the antagonism in the wrinkled face.

      Swallowing painfully against her dry throat, she clutched her reticule tightly in her fist. She had been mad to come. Why hadn’t she thought to simply summon the dressmaker to the manor? Because of Adam Mannion, that was why. She could never think properly when he was around.

      On the outskirts of the village, a prosperous community that had grown by leaps and bounds in recent years, the presence of the population became more noticeable. A cart crossed the road ahead of them. While they waited, Helena scanned the faces of the children playing in a nearby field, wondering if they would recognize her. And if they did, would they flee in fear?

      “Helena?” Adam’s voice was full of concern. “Are you feeling ill?”

      He couldn’t know—he mustn’t know. She shouldn’t have come this far. She could have made some excuse and had him turn back the moment she felt the first twinges of fear. But now she was fixed.

      A tremulous smile quivered on her lips. “Not at all. Just a bit nervous. I—I don’t enjoy going away from the house very much.”

      He stared at her for a long moment. She could feel the touch of his eyes and it made her skin prickle. “Another question that wants answering.”

      Jerking her head about to face him, she snapped, “There is no exotic mystery, just sordid truth, and you’re better off not knowing. And when you do find out, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

      He leaned in closer, inclining his head so that he was staring at her through those lashes that were ridiculously long and thick for a man. “Since you say you want to be rid of me so badly, why not tell me all of these dastardly horrors you keep hidden? Maybe I’ll just run like a madman all the way home to London, pulling my hair out all the way as I think of how close I had come to unmitigated disaster.”

      He made a face of such exaggerated dread that she burst out laughing before she could help it. Sobering quickly, she ducked her head and plucked СКАЧАТЬ