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What an odd name for it," said Rose curiously. "I suppose all parents make plans for their daughters' come-outs, but to call it a scheme —how very odd. But then your father was never one to take the simple straightforward path, was he?" She sighed pensively and smoothed the cover of the cushion she was still holding.
Kit regarded her aunt curiously, wondering whether Rose still retained some affection for her father. After a moment or two she said, “Aunt Rose, have you told many people?''
"Oh, Heavens, no," said Rose. "It would be terribly vulgar to boast of such a thing. No, no. I only mentioned it —in confidence, of course—to one or two very discreet friends."
Kit regarded her dubiously. "Well, perhaps it will be all right, but if anyone asks me —''
"Heavens, child, you must not fret yourself about any such thing. No one would dream of asking you." Rose was shocked. "Ask a young girl? As if you would have any idea of your father's business matters!" She laughed. "The very idea!"
Kit bit her tongue. She had spent an entire evening parrying questions about it. But she would not distress Rose by telling her so.
It was a mystery to her why society people seemed to think an interest in business was something to be ashamed of. It seemed to Kit that business, or trade as it was more commonly called, was the way to achieve safety, security and prosperity. But even her father had regarded it as vulgar. And he was a card cheat.
Rose leaned forward and patted her on the knee. "Do not distress yourself about it, my dear. If I was wrong about the diamond mine in New South Wales, I shall simply inform my friends that I was mistaken, and all will be well."
Kit opened her mouth to argue. She may not have moved in the rarefied circles of the Polite World before, but if she knew anything about people, she knew that people who claimed to be discreet almost invariably were not. A diamond mine in a penal colony was a ludicrous concept...
"Yes, that is a very good notion, Aunt Rose," she said decisively. "And if anyone mentions it, I hope you will deny it most vigorously and explain you were mistaken. It would be dreadful if people were to think we had deceived them."
It would change nothing, Kit knew. People would believe what they wanted to. The diamond mine was a fact in their minds, which no amount of denial would budge. But when the truth came out, as it inevitably would, at least Rose would be remembered to have denied all knowledge of it.
"Yes, my dear. I will. I'll make everything quite clear." Aunt Rose beamed and replaced the satin cushion. "And now, my love, it has been a busy evening, and we ladies must get our beauty sleep, must we not? Sweet dreams, my dear." Rose kissed her affectionately on the cheek and floated upstairs, trailing several scarves behind her.
Kit woke early. It was still dark outside, the faint tendrils of dawn only a hint of a shimmer over the dark rooftops.
She knew what had woken her. Anxiety. She always woke before dawn when she was worried about something. This morning she had more than her share of worries.
The problem that leapt to her mind first should have been the diamond mine problem, but for some reason the first thought in her waking brain was of Mr Devenish's face when he discovered the loss of his phoenix tie-pin.
She closed her eyes. Why on earth had she lapsed —with such a man? And in such a situation. It was wicked, it was foolish, it was far too risky. But it was done, and too late now to undo it.
And besides, she had other concerns. Somehow she had to decide how to ride out the disaster of this wretched diamond mine rumour.
She pulled the covers over her head and groaned.
She had planned to enter London society with barely a ripple, to move through it virtually unnoticed and to leave it the same way, having completed her task. She had planned to be inconspicuous. Now she was a diamond heiress. From a prison colony on the other side of the world! Diamonds in a
Kit regarded her aunt curiously, wondering whether Rose still retained some affection for her father. After a moment or two she said, “Aunt Rose, have you told many people?''
"Oh, Heavens, no," said Rose. "It would be terribly vulgar to boast of such a thing. No, no. I only mentioned it —in confidence, of course—to one or two very discreet friends."
Kit regarded her dubiously. "Well, perhaps it will be all right, but if anyone asks me —''
"Heavens, child, you must not fret yourself about any such thing. No one would dream of asking you." Rose was shocked. "Ask a young girl? As if you would have any idea of your father's business matters!" She laughed. "The very idea!"
Kit bit her tongue. She had spent an entire evening parrying questions about it. But she would not distress Rose by telling her so.
It was a mystery to her why society people seemed to think an interest in business was something to be ashamed of. It seemed to Kit that business, or trade as it was more commonly called, was the way to achieve safety, security and prosperity. But even her father had regarded it as vulgar. And he was a card cheat.
Rose leaned forward and patted her on the knee. "Do not distress yourself about it, my dear. If I was wrong about the diamond mine in New South Wales, I shall simply inform my friends that I was mistaken, and all will be well."
Kit opened her mouth to argue. She may not have moved in the rarefied circles of the Polite World before, but if she knew anything about people, she knew that people who claimed to be discreet almost invariably were not. A diamond mine in a penal colony was a ludicrous concept...
"Yes, that is a very good notion, Aunt Rose," she said decisively. "And if anyone mentions it, I hope you will deny it most vigorously and explain you were mistaken. It would be dreadful if people were to think we had deceived them."
It would change nothing, Kit knew. People would believe what they wanted to. The diamond mine was a fact in their minds, which no amount of denial would budge. But when the truth came out, as it inevitably would, at least Rose would be remembered to have denied all knowledge of it.
"Yes, my dear. I will. I'll make everything quite clear." Aunt Rose beamed and replaced the satin cushion. "And now, my love, it has been a busy evening, and we ladies must get our beauty sleep, must we not? Sweet dreams, my dear." Rose kissed her affectionately on the cheek and floated upstairs, trailing several scarves behind her.
Kit woke early. It was still dark outside, the faint tendrils of dawn only a hint of a shimmer over the dark rooftops.
She knew what had woken her. Anxiety. She always woke before dawn when she was worried about something. This morning she had more than her share of worries.
The problem that leapt to her mind first should have been the diamond mine problem, but for some reason the first thought in her waking brain was of Mr Devenish's face when he discovered the loss of his phoenix tie-pin.
She closed her eyes. Why on earth had she lapsed —with such a man? And in such a situation. It was wicked, it was foolish, it was far too risky. But it was done, and too late now to undo it.
And besides, she had other concerns. Somehow she had to decide how to ride out the disaster of this wretched diamond mine rumour.
She pulled the covers over her head and groaned.
She had planned to enter London society with barely a ripple, to move through it virtually unnoticed and to leave it the same way, having completed her task. She had planned to be inconspicuous. Now she was a diamond heiress. From a prison colony on the other side of the world! Diamonds in a
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