Margaret Huxtable was a brave woman. Perhaps a formidable woman, as he had suspected before tonight. She was prepared to stay and face whatever might happen. Randolph Turner was here. So was Caroline. "You did not discover last evening," he asked her, "that Major Dew can make you happier than I?" Her lips tightened. He ought not to have asked. She might think he was jealous. But though he did not like Dew, he did suspect that she still harbored tender feelings for the man. He certainly did not want her married to him and pining for another man for the rest of her life. "I am not making a choice between the two of you," she said. "This is not a competition, my lord. Crispin Dew offered me marriage again last evening, and again I said no. I have not said no to you – yet. When I know the answer to be no, I will say it. And if I ever know the answer to be yes, I will say that too." He half smiled at her. "Shall we move into the next room, then?" he suggested. "My uncle has an impressive collection of old maps, which he has always kept in the library, though I doubt they are on display tonight." "Let us go and see," she said, and she gripped his arm a little more tightly and smiled.
12
THE sudden hush in the crowded library, followed by a renewed rush of conversation, informed Duncan that at least one of the three people he least wished to meet must be in this very room. He looked unhurriedly about him. And sure enough, there was Caroline seated on the padded window seat, Norman standing beside her.
Duncan inclined his head affably in their direction. Miss Huxtable was greeting Con, who was with a redheaded beauty. "Margaret? Sherry?" Con said with an unnecessary degree of heartiness. "Have you met Mrs. Hunter? Do come into the music room with us and add your voices to mine. I am attempting to persuade her to sing for the company. Miss Huxtable and the Earl of Sheringford, Ingrid." "I remember you as having a lovely contralto voice, Mrs. Hunter," Miss Huxtable said. "I do hope you /will/ agree to sing. However, Lord Sheringford and I have just come from half an hour spent in the music room. We are on our way to find refreshments." Mrs. Hunter was looking at Duncan with pursed lips and eyes that were somewhat amused. "I remember you from long ago, Lord Sheringford," she said. "All the young girls making their debuts with me – including myself, I must confess – were ready to swoon at a single glance from you. Alas, you did not know we existed." She spoke with a low, musical voice. "I daresay," he said, "I was more foolish in those days than I am now, Mrs. Hunter. Mr. Hunter was obviously far wiser." "Poor Oliver," she said. "He survived our nuptials by less than a year, though I hasten to add that there was no connection between the two events. Shall we continue on our way into the music room, Constantine?" Con hesitated and gave his cousin a hard, meaningful look, but he offered his arm to the widow, and the two of them proceeded on their way.
Norman was making his way toward them with purposeful strides. Duncan had been right in the impression he had had of him the night before last. He had not changed, except in girth and the amount of hair that remained on his head. There was nothing new about the height of his shirt points or the look of pomposity he wore. He was also looking righteously outraged.
And at some time during the past five years he had acquired a second chin. "Sheringford," he said when he was close enough to make himself heard, and though there was no noticeable abatement in the volume of conversation in the library, Duncan would be willing to bet a fortune, if he had one to bet, that everyone in the room would be able to report the conversation verbatim tomorrow morning to anyone unfortunate enough not to be here in person. "Norm," Duncan said pleasantly. "May I have the pleasure of presenting Miss Huxtable? Norman Pennethorne, my love. My cousin – on my father's side, as his name would imply. /Second/ cousin, to be precise." Norman nodded curtly to Miss Huxtable. "I understand, ma'am," he said, "that my dear wife called upon you two mornings ago, though I did not know of her plan until after it had been executed and would have forbidden it if I /had/ known. But I must applaud her courage in doing something so distressing to her entirely out of a concern for your happiness and good name. I see, alas, that her effort was in vain. You have ignored her warning." Duncan would have spoken, but Miss Huxtable spoke first. "Indeed I have not, Mr. Pennethorne," she said. "I was honored by your wife's call and listened very carefully to what she had to say. But there are two sides to most stories, you see, and it would have been quite unfair of me to listen only to hers in this particular case and not also to Lord Sheringford's, especially when he has done me the honor of offering me marriage." She spoke quietly. Even so, Duncan did not doubt there were those who heard every word – or their own version of every word, anyway. "And you have accepted the offer?" Norman said sharply. "If I have," she said, "or if I do at some time in the future, you will be able to read the announcement in the morning papers the following day, sir." Caroline, Duncan noticed, had remained where she was. She looked pale and interesting and had attracted a small cluster of ladies, who were patting her back and her knees and waving handkerchiefs and vials of hartshorn in the vicinity of her nose.
Norman turned his attention away from Miss Huxtable, his chest swelling visibly as he did so. "And /you/, Sheringford," he said, "have not improved with time. You are as contemptuous of the proprieties as you ever were. You do not even have the decency to keep far away from my dear wife and my brother-in-law. You do not have the decency to keep far away from entertainments such as this, where decent folk have the expectation of being kept safe from scoundrels. I would wager Mrs. Henry did not invite you here this evening." Unlike Miss Huxtable, Norman was making no attempt to pitch his voice below the general level of conversation. He spoke as if he were addressing one of the chambers in the Houses of Parliament, with clear enunciation and eloquent passion. "It has been a pleasure to see you again too, Norm," Duncan said amiably. "Now, if you will excuse us, we will continue on our way to the dining room. Miss Huxtable is in need of refreshments." By a process of elimination, he thought, Turner must be in the dining room. But he would not turn back now and have the morning papers expose him as a coward. "I must demand," Norman said, "that you leave a home that also shelters my wife." Oh, good Lord, the man really ought to be on the stage. "I shall be happy to leave the house, Norm," Duncan said, "when Miss Huxtable informs me that she is ready to return home. Or when my aunt asks me to leave." He looked down at Miss Huxtable and wished he had insisted that she go home earlier. It was unfair to embroil her in this nastiness. The gossip of the last few days would surely be nothing compared to tomorrow's. And here she was, trapped in the middle of it.
Except that, as she had informed him a few minutes ago, he did not have the power to compel her to do anything she did not wish to do. "If you are attempting to attract attention and embarrass your wife, sir," she said quietly to Norman, "you are succeeding admirably. You will excuse us, if you please." And she linked her arm through Duncan's again and drew him in the direction of the dining room – at the exact moment when Randolph Turner, a young lady on each arm, was exiting it.
It was an exquisitely timed moment, Duncan was forced to admit.
Excellent theater. Very few people in the library even pretended any longer not to be eavesdropping. "Turner," Duncan said, and inclined his head.
Turner stopped walking abruptly and blanched.
He looked like the quintessential romantic hero, Duncan thought, looking critically at him while he awaited some reply to his slight greeting. He was tall and well formed, with smooth blond hair, pale blue eyes, a finely chiseled nose, and a sensitive mouth. They had made an extraordinarily handsome couple, he and Laura, who had shared his coloring.