Christmas Betrothals. Sophia James

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СКАЧАТЬ she did. The words on the card he had sent said the same thing. Caroline Shelby stood behind him now, looking at them strangely, gratitude mixed with shock. Had she heard? Would she say? He made much of picking his hat up and wiping it against his riding breeches.

      ‘It seems the world is full of damsels in distress today,’ he quipped and stepped away, hating to leave Lilly behind him with a fear of everything in her ashen face and pale eyes.

      Everybody fussed over her, made her comfortable, tucked in her blankets and fluffed her pillows. Aunt Jean, Lady Hammond and Caroline Shelby. Even Cassandra St Auburn with her red hair floating about her face, and looking the picture of glowing good health. Why had she not joined her guests and could she get her alone for five minutes to ask the questions that she wanted to?

      Lillian was glad in a way for this bed, glad to be sequestered in a room far away from the chance of meeting Lucas Clairmont again after her last whispered and most unwise remark.

       ‘I wanted to tell you that I felt something, too.’

      What had she been thinking? She shut her eyes against the horror of it all and Aunt Jean’s voice was worried as she shook her arm.

      ‘Are you feeling poorly again, my dear? Should I send for your father?’ Her query was accompanied by a hacking cough that made Lillian draw the sheet further over her face for fear of catching it.

      ‘No, I am perfectly all right, Aunt.’ And perfectly stupid, she added beneath her breath.

      Could she just stay hidden, pleading some illness that was inexplicable? But how then could she journey home? Gracious, if she had been in London this would have been a whole lot easier, but she was here at a country house an hour’s drive away and in close proximity to a man to whom her reaction gave her a lot to be concerned over.

      She could not trust herself, she decided, doom spreading at the conclusion.

      She was now a feckless and insubstantial woman who did not trust her own mind and whose opinion was forever yo-yoing between this idea and that one.

       To love him!

       To love him not!

       A man can smile and smile and be a villain!

      Lucas had said so as he had spoken of his own shadows and mirrors and alluded that she might have her secrets too. Well, she did, and it was a secret that she could never tell anybody.

      She … loved … him.

      And she had done from the very first second of laying her eyes upon him outside the retiring room at the Lenningtons’ ball. Loved a man with a smile in his eyes and a voice that held the promise of every single thing that she was not.

      Brave. Free. Wild. Untethered.

      And today with the chance of death dogging his bravery she had recognised it, her very heart pierced with the impossibility.

      ‘Oh, Lord God, help me, please …’

      The prayer circled in her head, another petition to smite from her soul the horrible recognition of what was there.

      Cassie St Auburn now sat on a chair near her bed, all the other women gone for the moment, and yet in her newly found revelation she did not dare to ask anything about Lucas Clairmont. What if he was a villain? What if he truly did inhabit the underworld of crime and gambling? What if she as a friend who knew him well warned her off?

      ‘I am glad to see you better, Cassandra,’ she began, at least filling the silence with something.

      ‘Oh, I am only ever sick at mid-day. After that I am always much recovered.’

      Lillian could not quite get the gist of her illness.

      ‘I am pregnant,’ Cassandra St Auburn laughed. ‘Already halfway along.’

      A great surge of envy overcame puzzlement. Cassie had a husband who loved her and was now awaiting her first child. With her smiles and happiness she had a life that Lillian suddenly felt was very far from her own. A solitary quiet life, her father’s daughter, and burdened with a stalwart code of behaviour that was beginning to look faintly ludicrous and infinitely lonely.

      ‘Lord Wilcox-Rice has been asking after you almost hourly,’ Cassie continued, ‘though I have made it clear to him that you need your rest.’

      ‘Thank you.’

      ‘Nat also had the doctor look at Mr Clairmont’s injuries, but apart from a torn nail and a cut that has needed to be stitched across his cheek he is in fine form. He also asked after your health.’

      ‘He did?’ She tried to keep the interest from her question, but knew that she had not succeeded.

      ‘Indeed. He felt somehow responsible for your faint.’

      Lillian nodded and looked away. ‘I thought that he might have been killed.’

      ‘Nathaniel says that Lucas is a man who can easily look after himself.’

      ‘I do not doubt it.’

      ‘The wound on his cheek makes him look even more unruly than he normally does.’

      ‘But it is not deemed dangerous to his health?’ Lillian hated the tremor of worry in her words and hoped Cassie would not detect it.

      ‘I doubt the doctor could have made Lucas stay in bed to rest even had the injury been worse.’

      ‘I believe Mr Clairmont will be returning to America at the end of December? Has he already arranged passage?’ Goodness, and she had promised herself that she would find out nothing, but Cassandra stood and looked at the time on a clock by the bedside table.

      ‘I must not wear you out as the doctor asked for quiet and I think it might be wise for you to sleep.’

      When she was gone Lillian wondered about her quick exit. Her hostess had not wished to answer any questions about Lucas Clairmont, that much she could glean. Why ever not? Were the St Auburns in on some sort of ruse? The headache she had been pretending for the past hour suddenly became real and she closed her eyes against the growing pain.

      Caroline Shelby waylaid Luc in the drawing room after dinner and he wished he had left the salon when the other men had. She looked rather excited, her colour high and her eyes bright.

      ‘I would like to thank you again for your help, Mr Clairmont.’

      As she had already thanked him numerous times he held his counsel and waited.

      ‘I would also like to ask you a question.’ She looked around to make certain that there was no one behind her, eavesdropping. When she saw the coast was clear she continued, albeit a little more softly. ‘I would like to ask you of the relationship between you and Lillian Davenport?’

      ‘Miss Davenport?’A hammer swung against the beat of his heart. She had heard Lilly’s words and everything was dangerous. Fury leaked into caution and into that came the obvious need for sense.

      ‘I stopped her falling when she fainted. СКАЧАТЬ