"Why, Duncan, of course," Ophelia said, then in surprise, "You look surprised."
Sabrina wasn't, but apparently Ophelia had expected her to be, and went on as if she really had looked surprised. "Don't tell me you thought the attention he has been giving you was because he might actually be interested in you?" She added a chuckle here. "My dear, I thought you of all people would know
better."
"I haven't thought any such thing," Sabrina replied, her tone more defensive than she would have liked. "Duncan and I are merely friends."
"You might think so, but that just shows how naive you are. I assure you, it's all a pretense on his part that he hopes I'll notice."
That stung, making Sabrina wonder if that wasn't Ophelia's intention. Sabrina might not be desirable for a wife, but she did like to think she was worthy of friendship. Yet the blond girl was implying that Duncan wouldn't have become friends with her without this ulterior motive.
"Friendship would hardly make you jealous, Ophelia—or would it?"
"Certainly it wouldn't," Ophelia replied impatiently. "But he's hoping I'll think it's more than that, or haven't you got the point yet?"
"No, I guess I missed the point," Sabrina said dryly. "I thought it was about jealousy."
Ophelia actually blushed, but she was decidedly single-minded and got right back to stressing her point. "I was just trying to save you some unpleasant grief, my dear, in case you misunderstood the attention he's given you. But if you were only thinking it's friendship, then you won't be hurt when he marries me."
"No, of course not," Sabrina was forced to say. Though she would have liked to add, I’ll merely pity him, she managed to restrain herself.
"Good," Ophelia replied, and then with a thoughtful frown, "I suppose I should warn Amanda Locke as well. He's doing the same thing with her, if you haven't noticed. And she, at least, would naturally assume his interest is real, rather than contrived for my benefit."
Sabrina was getting rather tired of these subtle insults of Ophelia's, which weren't very subtle to anyone with a modicum of intelligence. She was familiar, by now, with Ophelia's tactics, but for the girl to blatantly use them on her, as if she were too dense or simply too trusting to realize she was being deliberately insulted . ..
"I am well aware of my 'deficiencies,'" she said stiffly. "I am also aware that Amanda Locke doesn't have any. With all due respect, Ophelia, Duncan's interest in Amanda could be quite genuine."
Ophelia laughed, a sound full of grating confidence. "Certainly it could, but it's not."
"You simply can't know that for sure, Ophelia," Sabrina pointed out.
Ophelia merely tsked and said, "You are so naive, but then you weren't at the inn the other day to see just how much he regrets breaking our engagement. It was so obvious in his every word and action. But I'm sure he will rectify that shortly. He just has this wounded pride of his to deal with first, because of those unfortunate insults I dealt him, and nothing short of punishing me will do, before we can make up. And the silly man has decided that making me jealous will suffice. It's not working, but as long as he thinks it is, he'll be satisfied, I suppose."
A lump was rising in Sabrina's throat, making it difficult to reply, "Then you think that Duncan will ask you to marry him again?"
"I know he will. I don't know why men feel they have to 'get even' when their pride is involved, but they do, and Duncan is no different. But it's just a matter of time, Sabrina, before we're engaged again."
"Are you sure you aren't the one that's harboring false expectations?"
Sabrina couldn't believe she said it. This was Ophelia Reid, after all, the reigning queen of the Season, the most beautiful and desirable debutante to join the marriage mart in a decade, possibly centuries. So she wasn't surprised that Ophelia would be offended.
Her temerity got her a glare and the terse reply, "You have to experience the pursuit before you can understand the nuances of it. Now, how to explain to someone who has never experienced it? Well, one, there was the passionate kiss he gave me at the inn before he stormed out. He obviously didn't want to reveal his feelings quite that dramatically, but simply couldn't help himself. And he's lucky no one witnessed it, or I could have been quite compromised and he would then have been forced to marry me. I don't want that any more than he would, so I've told no one about it—except you, since you are being so obtuse I see no other recourse than to mention it."
It was probably Sabrina's own embarrassment that was causing her some anger, and not very familiar with that emotion, she didn't think before saying, "You could simply spare me this lesson. I assure you, I can go on quite blissfully being ignorant of these—nuances"
"Not at all," Ophelia purred. "I really don't mind educating you, my dear. There is also the fact that I am constantly catching Duncan staring at me when he thinks I don't know it."
"Hardly conclusive—"
"I wasn't finished," Ophelia all but snapped, then coughed and continued in her falsely sweet tone, "That, coupled with the kiss he all but forced on me, is really all that was necessary to ascertain his real feelings toward me. But then there is also this campaign of his to make me jealous. Now do you understand why I know he wants me back? He broke our engagement in the heat of the moment. Not that I blame him, when it was what I was trying to achieve at the time. He regrets that, but his pride won't let him immediately rectify it, thus these silly pretenses in the meantime."
"I would say the only pretense being enacted around here, Ophelia, is your pretense of friendship with me. Arid if anyone should be warned, it is you. Duncan has kissed me as well, but I didn't presume it meant anything. I've been told he stares at me also, but I'm not silly enough to think that means anything either. His interest in Amanda Locke is probably quite genuine, and if anyone would make him a fine wife, it would be she. Now, you don't like me, you've made that abundantly clear, so do spare me these 'friendly' chats in the future. In fact, Ophelia, just stay the hell away from me, thank you very much."
Chapter Thirty-one
Sabrina had never in her life done anything so ... so foreign to her nature as she had that evening. It was the unfamiliar anger, still present, that had her seeking her coat and leaving Summers Glade without even telling her aunts, sending them only a curt message to be delivered by Mr. Jacobs. But it was the mortification that followed, which she felt clear to her bones, that had her running all the way home
without waiting for the coach to be brought around.
She simply couldn't believe she had said those things to Ophelia. Delivering unkindness for un-kindness was never the answer, no matter how satisfying it might be. Yes, Ophelia had deserved every word, but was that any excuse to compromise her own principles and nature?
She could have just walked away. That simple rudeness would have sufficed to get her point across, that she was fed up with Ophelia and wouldn't tolerate any more of her spitefulness. But no, she'd had to let the anger she'd experienced take control of her, and stoop to Ophelia's level instead.
She would prefer not to ever go back to Summers Glade, at least not as long as Ophelia was still there, but she didn't know what excuse she could give her aunts not to. The truth was considered, then rejected. Hilary would blame herself, after all, because Ophelia's mother was her friend. She might also feel bound to inform Lady Mary about her daughter's horrid behavior, then would feel guilty about that as well. Sabrina could at least spare her aunt all those awful emotions by simply keeping the incident to herself.
She really wished she could ignore Ophelia's conclusions and believe Raphael's instead, but she couldn't. There had been nothing exceptionally passionate about the kiss Duncan had given her, other than the violent storm that had raged about them when it occurred. His kiss had been gentle, sweet, surprising, wonderful, at least for her, but there had been no great passion involved that she'd noticed. Yet he'd kissed Ophelia passionately, even though he didn't want to. That had been implied, that it had been forced out of him, and that spoke volumes about his true feelings.