It was not admirable behavior. Neither was it dangerous. It had all been very public and very harmless.
And here he was a guest at a house party with Lady Angeline’s family, including his friend Tresham. His hostess was Lady Angeline’s chaperon. All the guests were highly respectable people. They even included a clergyman. Windrow had been invited because he was Lady Palmer’s neighbor and was in almost every way perfectly respectable.
It was true that he liked to flirt with Lady Angeline. But who did not? She seemed to attract men like moths to a flame. And it was true that Eunice appeared to have taken to heart what he had told her about Windrow and had, bless her heart, done all in her power to divert his attentions onto herself. He was not worried about Eunice. Windrow would have no lascivious intentions toward her. She was far too intelligent and sensible for his tastes. And though spending time with him must be tedious indeed for her, she was quite capable of extricating herself from his company whenever she wished.
Anyway, Edward was happy that she had been invited to this house party. He had feared a few times in the course of the Season that life must be rather dull for her. Dullness had not been an issue in the quiet, scholarly setting of Cambridge. In London it was more so. Lady Sanford did not take her to many ton entertainments, and even when she did, she made no effort to seek out young company for her. Although she seemed fond of Eunice, she did tend to treat her more like a companion than a young niece in need of friends and at least some form of amusement.
Edward made another decision during the early morning hours, as he lay on his back in bed, his hands laced behind his head. He was going to relax and let the house party unfold as it would. That meant ignoring Windrow, or at least ignoring him as a possible danger to Lady Angeline Dudley. It also meant making no deliberate effort to avoid Lady Angeline herself. For a whole month, if he was honest with himself, he had been irritated over the fact that he thought of her far more often than he thought of any of the six young ladies he had been halfheartedly courting. He had been irritated over the fact that he both disliked and disapproved of her and yet … did not.
His feelings toward other people were not usually ambivalent. With her they were. He needed to sort them out if he was ever to have any peace of mind again.
His family wanted him to resume courting her. So did Eunice. Eunice had even told him a month ago, the day after Lady Angeline refused his marriage offer, that he ought to consider the refusal merely the first act of a drama, that he should write the rest of the play.
Very well, then. Oh, he would not actively court her. But he would not avoid her either. He would let events unfold as they would. If he was fortunate, events would conspire to keep them apart. Though that, of course, would do nothing to help him sort out his feelings.
But Lord, he thought just before he got up to face the day, both Eunice and his female family members were about as wrong as they could possibly be. He and Lady Angeline Dudley were about as suited to each other as day is to night.
It was a poor comparison, of course. For night and day were two sides of the same coin. One could not exist without the other. They were the perfect balance of opposites, the perfect harmony of nature taking its course.
Night and day worked perfectly together, in fact.
Damnation!
Chapter 16
ANGELINE’S CHANCE CAME that same afternoon.
A number of the guests went out walking, since the sun was shining down from an unusually cloudless sky and all were agreed that the good weather was not to be missed despite a breeze that was brisk at times.
It was not a formal walk. Rosalie had explained the day before that she had deliberately refrained from trying to organize every minute of her guests’ stay. Most of them needed a rest from the hectic pace of the London scene, and at Hallings they must relax and amuse themselves in any way they wished, even if that merely meant nothing more strenuous than reading or chatting or dozing in the drawing room or conservatory.
Although they all started out more or less together, then, smaller groups of them went off in different directions soon afterward. The dowager countess confessed herself quite content to stroll in the formal garden and leave the more strenuous walking to the younger people. Mr. Briden commended her good sense and asked if he might join her. Tresham and Cousin Belinda turned determinedly east as soon as they were on the terrace when the rest of the group was already drifting west. Cousin Leonard and the Countess of Heyward bent their heads together in private conversation and walked across a wide lawn in no particular direction at all and at a speed that did a fair imitation of a tortoise. Mr. and Mrs. Lynd strode off arm in arm in the direction of a largish lake at the foot of a long, sloping lawn, taking the Reverend Martin with them. Viscount Overmyer and his wife were going into the village to look at the church, which had stained-glass windows worth looking at.
The Misses Briden were in a group that included Ferdinand, Sir Webster Jordan, the Earl of Heyward, and Lord Windrow. Angeline and Miss Goddard were also a part of it, and a chattering, merry, noisy group it was too. It also appeared to have the lake as its destination, though no one had actually said that was where they were going and no one seemed in any hurry to get there. Angeline might have enjoyed herself enormously if it had not been for her plan. But this was the perfect opportunity to put it into effect, though she had no clear idea of how exactly it was to be done. It must be done, though. They were already halfway through the first full day of their stay.
She linked her arm through Miss Goddard’s and walked more briskly with her for a few moments until they were ahead of the main group. But first she slanted a smiling glance at Lord Windrow—and felt as if her heart were suddenly beating at twice its normal speed. Had that been too flirtatious a glance? Not flirtatious enough? Had he noticed? Had anyone else? Had Lord Heyward noticed? Oh, dear. She had never before ventured into the world of intrigue.
And perhaps her effort had all been for naught. It seemed that they strolled alone together forever while the merry voices of the larger group grew more distant by the second. But forever was actually no longer than a minute or so. Then the hoped-for voice spoke from close behind them.
“Ah, cruel fair ones,” Lord Windrow said on a sigh, “your burst of energy left behind four gentlemen to escort two ladies, a dismal ratio when one happens to be one of those men. At the same time, we were deprived of the company of surely the two loveliest ladies in the land. Perhaps you will accuse me of exaggerating, but if there are any lovelier, I have not yet seen them.”
“But now,” Miss Goddard said as he moved between them and offered an arm to each, “you have transferred the same dismal ratio of two to one to us, Lord Windrow.”
“Walking together as you were, then, two ladies with no gentlemen at all as an escort, was preferable to having at least one?” he asked. “You have wounded me to the heart, Miss Goddard. Indeed, I believe you have crushed that organ beyond repair.”
“Oh, what a bother,” Angeline said, removing her hand from his arm and coming to a sudden stop. “I have a stone in my shoe and will have to stop and remove it.”
“Allow me to be of service,” Lord Windrow said, turning to her, all concern, but she fluttered a hand in his direction.
“Oh, no, no, no,” she said. “I should be mortally embarrassed. It will take no more than a moment to do it myself. Do walk on, the two of you. I shall catch up in no time at all.”