It didn't sound too promising to Chloe. She cast him a sideways glance. He did look uncomfortably in need of hot water and a razor. "I did save myself," she pointed out.
"If you'd done as you were told, it wouldn't have been necessary."
Chloe lapsed into a somewhat apprehensive silence.
Girton's Coffee House was empty of custom. The entire city seemed to be in shock, people gathered in dazed knots on street corners or huddled in doorways. Mr. Lampton greeted his guests without ceremony, asking immediately if they'd been at St. Peter's Fields. Hugo told him what he knew.
"Eh, but it's 'ard to credit," Lampton said, shaking his
head. "It'll set the cat among the pigeons, you mark my words."
"They've arrested the orator." A man appeared in the doorway, his face drawn, a cudgel in his hand. "Folks is gatherin' at the Mitre." Announcement made, he vanished to stop at other doors down the street.
"Not me," Lampton said, shaking his head again. "There's trouble enow. What can I get for you folk?"
"A pot of chocolate for the lady, coffee for myself, and whatever you can provide in the way of nuncheon," Hugo readily informed him.
A tureen of potato soup and a cold chicken appeared in short order, and Hugo waited until they'd both satisfied their hunger. Then he leaned back in his chair, crossing one booted leg over the other, and bent a stern eye on his ward.
"Well?" he said.
Chloe shifted uneasily but took up the offensive, meeting the green eyes with a defiant light in her own. "I didn't know Crispin meant me any harm. You didn't say anything about suspecting Jasper of wanting to kidnap me. If you had, of course I wouldn't have gone with him."
"I may not have shared my suspicions with you, but as I recall, you were most expressly forbidden to leave the estate without permission."
"I've known Crispin all my life. We used to play together as children. I couldn't see anything wrong with going for a ride with him."
"If you didn't see anything wrong with it, why didn't you simply ask me?" He raised his eyebrows. "You could have presented such a convincing case quite eloquently."
"You weren't there to ask," Chloe retorted. "And Samuel said I wasn't to go into the library."
He shook his head. "That won't do, lass. You had only to ask Samuel to consult me."
Chloe could think of nothing with which to counteract this truth.
"It couldn't have been because you decided I didn't warrant consulting, now, could it?" he mused. "It couldn't have been that you simply decided to flout my authority because you were out of temper with me?"
Chloe decided she knew what a pinned butterfly must feel like as the green eyes fixed her with a steady and uncomfortably knowing look.
Hugo nodded slowly when she said nothing. "I thought as much. So, what am I going to do with you, Miss Gresham?"
Chloe broke the hold of that mesmerizing gaze and decided it was time to defend herself with the biggest guns she had. She put up her chin. "Yes, I was out of temper with you. And with very good reason… if you can remember." A slight flush blossomed on her cheek, but she continued to meet his eye steadily.
"That brings us to something else we need to discuss," he said. His voice was crisp and level, but he didn't change his relaxed posture. "I am going to say this just once and then the subject will not be referred to again by either of us. I regret what happened more than I can say, Chloe. But it happened and it's over. I was, God forgive me, not in my right mind. I took advantage of your innocence and of my position-" "But I wanted-"
"No!" He swung forward, his hands coming to rest on the table between them, his face close to hers. "No, Chloe. You will not say it. You're far too young to know what you could have wanted. It was an aberration, the product of a diseased mind… mine. And it's finished." It wasn 't. She could feel it in every bone and sinew of
her body, the knowledge flowed with her blood through her veins. It was no more finished for Hugo than it was for herself. But argument wouldn't convince him. It would need something much more potently persuasive.
"And let's just get one more thing straight while we're about it." He sat back again, as if satisfied that her silence indicated acceptance. "I may have given you the impression that I'm somewhat lax, careless about conventions, and easygoing enough to be treated without undue attention. To an extent that's true. But I have my limits, and if you find them, lass, I can safely promise that the discovery will prove most uncomfortable."
He drew on his gloves and stood up, beckoning to the server. "Bring my reckoning, lad."
He pulled Chloe's chair back for her and said in much the same tone, "Since we're beginning this relationship on a new footing, we'll not on this occasion revisit the past, but it'll be worth remembering from now on that I have an inconvenient need to be obeyed by those in my charge."
There seemed no obvious response to a statement that sounded all too convincing. She stood aside as he paid the reckoning. He ushered her outside in customary fashion with a hand between her shoulder blades and lifted her onto the mare.
"Don't look so disconcolate, lass," he said, suddenly smiling. "I'm no ogre and I'm certain we'll deal extremely well together from now on. And if you wish to keep the horse, then I'll send payment to Jasper." He chuckled. "It's a nice twist that'll have him spitting, I'll lay odds."
His ward managed a smile, but she was feeling too chastened to enjoy properly the prospect of her brother's reaction to such a table-turning. It was one thing to plan the seduction of the easygoing, insouciant
Hugo she'd assumed sobriety would return to her, quite another to make such plans with the stern, composed guardian he'd now become.
They rode out of the city and met Samuel on the road. "Oh, thank God ye're safe," he said, his weather-beaten face twisted with anxiety. He turned his horse to ride beside Hugo. "I got no news of Miss and the young man on the road to Edgecombe, so turned back to follow ye. But the crowds was summat awful. Couldn't 'ardly get through. And what the 'ell's goin' on in the city?"
Hugo explained. "Chloe was in the middle of it," he concluded.
Samuel cast her a sharp glance, taking in her pallor. "Y're not 'urt?"
"No." She shook her head. "But it was wicked, Samuel. Evil! They just charged the crowd with their swords."
"Damn yeomanry," Samuel muttered. "You wouldn't think they w'd do that to their own kind."
"No," Chloe agreed. "Any more than you'd think my own brother would try to kidnap me and make me marry Crispin. But I still don't see how he could force me into marriage, Hugo."
Hugo saw Jasper as he had been in the crypt… Jasper holding down a feebly struggling young woman whose eyes were glazed with drugs and liquor; Jasper raising his hand to a cringing serving maid who'd had the misfortune to drop a plate at his feet; Jasper taking a dog whip to a hound that had displeased him. Not images he would share with his ward.
Chloe was chilled anew by his expression. She'd seen it before-a mask of anger and contempt, carved and immobile, his eyes the haunted eyes of a man who looked into hell.
And then his face cleared. He shook his head briskly. He'd reached some accommodation with his memories
in the dreadful hours in the library and, while they'd never leave him, their power was lessened.
"He's not going to get the chance, Chloe," he declared. "From now on you are going to stay within eyesight and earshot of the house at all times unless you're with me or Samuel… even if I have to tether you."