gutter-bred.â
The words were no sooner out of his mouth than he was gasping as his neckcloth was seized in a grip of steel. An enraged glare scorched at his startled face; a deadly voice hissed, âDamn your eyes! Do not dare so name her!â
Lyonâs powerful hand closed around the fine-boned wrist, but even his youthful might could not loosen that grip. The neckcloth was strangling him. âDev!â he gasped out. âFor the loveâof heaven!â
With a smothered curse, Devenish relaxed his hold and turned away.
Grasping his throat, Lyon said unsteadily, âThat leaves little doubt of my hopes ⦠does it not! Good dayâto you, sir!â Shaking with fury, he prepared to mount up.
An urgent hand gripped his arm. Whipping back one fist, prepared for battle, he was confronted by a remorseful smile. Devenish said humbly, âMy poor fellow. Please accept my apologies. Iâd no intentâ It was just the thought of Fontaine, daring toâ Lyonâforgive. Please! You must know that if she should choose you, Iâd never stand in your way.â
The dark face lit up. Lyon gave a whoop. Devenish was seized and whirled around. Laughing, he cried, âDesist, you blasted madman!â
Lyon obliged, and they walked on, side by side, leading the horses. Elated, Lyon cried, âWhat a day this has been! Devâwhen may I speak to her? I know you believe her to be sixteen, though Iâve often thoughtââ
âYes. Many others have thought the same. It seemsâthat I was mistaken.â With an effort, he added, âByâby two years, at least, probably.â
Halting, staring at him, Lyon gasped, âTwo ⦠Thenâthen she would be eighteen? My God! Devâdo you mean it? You know that meansââ
âThat you had better choose your moment carefully, you great oaf. The fact I allow it does not mean youâve won her, youââ He was interrupted for another outburst of wild exuberance, so that it was some moments before Lyon was sufficiently calm to be able to ask, âWill you tell me now what you have against Elliot Fontaine?â
Devenishâs face clouded. He said grittily, âNothing I can speak of, for Iâve no proof. I take it you find him unexceptionable.â
âIâve met him only a time or two, but heâs always been pleasant. More pleasant than many.â
âOh, heâs pleasantâdamn him!â
Lyon eyed him askance. âThis wouldnât be one of your clairvoyant starts?â
Devenish growled, fumed, but finally said irritably, âTo an extent. I cannot abide the man! Thereâs that about him makes my skin creep.â He knew Lyon was staring at him, and went on impatiently, âOh, I know it sounds mad, but there it is. As for your being shunnedâIâd hoped it would be better when Guy moved here from Sussex. Has it not improved at all?â
âAt first it was better. Now itâs worse. I suppose the word is spreading. Lord knows how Wellington ever thought to keep the business quiet. The whispers are becoming louder, but all people seem to know for certain is that Claude plotted against the crown. They donât know how damnably close he came to murdering the Regent and wrecking the whole country. If that ever becomes public knowledgeââhe shook his head, troubledââtheyâll likely take my poor guvânor out and lynch him!â
âThey might, at that. And thereâd be precious little use trying to explain to a mindless mob that Guy was crippled because he opposed his brother.â
After another pause during which each man was occupied with inner forebodings, Devenish asked, âHow does Guy go on, by the way?â
âWhat a gudgeon I am!â His face bright again, Lyon said, âHe can walk with only one crutch now, Dev! I was never so pleased!â
âI can well imagine! How splendid!
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