And yet, did Joshua love her? Or was he still resolute in his determination never to offer her his hand again?
“Rebecca,” he said, stroking his fingers over her palms in the most delicious way, “I asked you once before,” he said, his eyes glowing in the mixed fire-and-candlelight —
A low groan interrupted him.
“Damn!” he cursed.
Dropping her hand he turned in the direction of the noise.
Rebecca, too, turned her head, and saw that Mr Willingham was starting to stir. He had been knocked out when she had crashed the jug down on his head but that was all. And now he was coming round.
Rising from his knees, Joshua crossed the room to Mr Willingham. Untying his cravat he quickly bound Willingham's hands and feet, roping them together with the voluminous material so that Mr Willingham was held fast.
“Odgers is in the ballroom,” he said to Rebecca.
“Odgers?” she asked in surprise.
Joshua gave a wide smile. “He is dressed in some of my old clothes, and though he's undoubtedly an ugly customer he is just about able to pass for a guest!”
Rebecca felt her own mouth twitch. The sight of Odgers as a guest at the ball must be a sight indeed.
“Bring him here, whilst I keep an eye on Willingham,” said Joshua. “He can help me take him out to the carriage.”
“It will cause a stir,” said Rebecca with a frown. “Can you not think of another way of getting him out of the house, without embarrassing Mrs Renwick in her own home?”
“There won't be any embarrassment,” Joshua reassured her. “Once Odgers joins me I’ll unbind Willingham and together we can help him out to the carriage — he's still groggy and is not likely to offer any resistance. If anyone sees us they will simply assume we are helping our friend, who has taken too much to drink.”
Rebecca nodded. He was right. Young men being carried out to their carriages befuddled with wine was such a normal sight that no one would worry about it. “I fetch Odgers at once.”
She slipped out of the room and into the ballroom. There was no sign of Odgers. But a glance into the supper room showed him helping himself to a large plate of oyster patties and a couple of veal and ham pies.
Going unobtrusively over to his side, Rebecca said, “You are wanted in the library.”
Without turning a hair Odgers put down his plate and made a discreet exit.
Rebecca was just about to follow him when she was joined by Louisa.
“There you are, my dear. I thought I had lost you! It is such a crush I thought I would never find you again. And I did so want to see you. I have some wonderful news!”
Rebecca's sprits sank. Fond as she was of her cousin she did not want to be distracted, particularly not now. But she had no choice. She could not ignore Louisa, and so instead she made an effort to concentrate on what her cousin was saying.
“Would you believe it?” said Louisa, hands clasped and eyes shining. “Edward has just asked me to marry him.”
“Oh, Louisa, that's wonderful!” said Rebecca. She was genuinely happy for her cousin, and her enthusiasm was real.
“I can hardly believe it,” said Louisa. “It has all been so sudden. But it is wonderful nonetheless.”
“Have you told Emily yet?”
“No. I am leaving it to Edward to break the news — although he says she already suspects. Oh! It has all been so exciting! But do you know, my dear, I feel ever so tired, and I believe I have a headache coming on. Would you mind if I called for the carriage? I think I am in need of a long lie down.”
Rebecca's spirits sank. She wanted to find out whether Willingham had been put safely in a carriage, and even more than that she wanted to know what Joshua had been about to say to her when Willingham had groaned.
I asked you once... he had begun, but what had he been about to say?
She hardly dared hope he had been about to renew his proposal. Surely a man as ruthless as Joshua would not, after declaring he would never offer her his hand again, change his mind? But even so, she could not help hoping...
There was nothing for it, however. If Louisa was feeling ill, they must leave.
Besides, she comforted herself, Joshua would be attending their card party on the following evening. It would not be long before she saw him again.
But despite her reasonable comfortings, she found that the following evening seemed a lifetime away.
Nevertheless, it could not be helped.
“Of course I don't mind,” she said, with more tact than truthfulness. “We will call for the carriage to be brought round right away.”
Together she and Louisa went out into the hall.
She had thought they might see Joshua half-carrying, half-supporting Mr Willingham out to the carriage, but there was no sign of him in the hall. Either he and Odgers had already gone, or they had not yet had a chance to leave the library. Well, whichever it was, they would soon be on their way, putting Willingham where he could do no more harm.
The Marsden carriage was brought round, and before long she and Louisa were in the carriage as it rattled through the streets, back to their rented Manchester home.
I asked you once... she thought, looking out of the window at the darkened streets as she recalled Joshua's words.
Yes. He had asked her once.
The question was, would he ask her again?
Serena Quentin's handsome face was marred by a scowl. Despite her best endeavours she had been unable to force Mr Kelling into a compromising position. He had managed to avoid every trap she had laid for him during the course of the evening, and what was worse, he had done it with a mocking smile on his lips — as though he saw through all her subterfuges and meant to thwart her, she thought angrily.
What right did he have to resist her charms? And, more importantly, what right did he have to turn her into a laughing stock? For if she did not manage to bring him to heel she would be just that: a laughing stock. Lavinia Madely would see to that.
Catching sight of Lavinia at that moment, her anger was fuelled by the scorn in Lavinia's eye. Throwing back her shoulders she decided bold action was necessary and, walking defiantly out of the room, she went in search of Joshua.
She did not have far to go. No sooner had she reached the hall than she heard a door opening and, to her surprise, she saw Joshua emerging from the library. But it was not that which surprised her, it was the fact that, instead of walking out of the room in a natural fashion, he was half-supporting, half-carrying someone else.
Mr Willingham! she thought with a sudden shock.
Mr Willingham, who scarcely ever drank, and certainly never drank enough to render him incapable.
Her curiosity rose.
What was the meaning of it? And who was the second gentleman — if such a rough looking creature could be given that description — supporting Mr Willingham at the other side?
She shrank back as Joshua half-supported, half-carried Mr Willingham through the hall and out of the house.
And then fate played into her hands, for Mr Willingham suddenly rallied and made an effort to break away from his captors. As he did so he slipped on the highly-polished floor. He clutched at Joshua, trying to regain his footing, but it was no use. He was seized again and carried bodily out of the front door. At the same moment there was a slight clinking sound, and a flash of gold caught Serena's eye. Something had fallen from Joshua's hand.
His gold signet ring! Mr Willingham must have dislodged the precious item during his struggle. A plan already forming in her mind, she picked it up and examined it. It was the ring his godfather had given him: she remembered him telling her all about it when, on seeing the initial engraved on it, she had teasingly enquired who the lady might be. He had told her there was no lady in the case, and when she had playfully tried to take it from his finger he had resisted, saying the only lady he would ever permit to try on that ring was his future wife.