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that for a Kandler, my love, I am much afraid that you have been imposed upon,' he remarked.
'It was given me,' she said impatiently.
'How shocking!' said his lordship. 'I will send you a very pretty pair of dancing figures in its place.'
'You are extremely obliging, Marcus, but we were speaking of your marriage,' she said, nettled.
'You were speaking of it,' he corrected. 'I was trying to -er - turn the subject.'
She got up from the sopha and took an impatient step towards him.
'I suppose,' she said breathlessly, 'you did not think the fair Massey worthy of so signal an honour?'
'To tell you the truth, my dear, my modesty forbade me to suppose that the fair Massey would - er - contemplate marriage with me.'
'Perhaps I would not,' she replied. 'But I think that was not your reason.'
'Marriage,' said his lordship pensively, 'is such a very dull affair, you know.'
'Is it, my lord? Even marriage with the noble Earl of Rule?'
'Even with me,' agreed Rule. He looked down at her, a curious expression that was not quite a smile in his eyes. 'You see, my dear, to use your own words, you would have to love me - only me.'
She was startled. Under her powder a faint flush crept into her cheeks. She turned away with a little laugh and began to arrange the roses in one of her bowls. 'That would certainly be very dull,' she said. She glanced sideways at him. 'Are you perhaps jealous, my lord?'
'Not in the least,' said the Earl placidly.
'But you think that were I your wife you might be?'
'You are so charming, my dear, that I feel sure I should have to be,' said his lordship bowing.
She was too clever a woman to press her point. She thought she had gone too far already, and however angry she might be at his marriage she had no wish to alienate him. At one time she had held high hopes of becoming the Countess of Rule, though she was perfectly aware that such an alliance would be deemed a shocking one by the Polite World. She knew now that Rule had baffled her. She had caught a glimpse of steel, and realized that there was something hidden under that easy-going exterior that was as incalculable as it was unexpected. She had imagined that she could twist him round her finger; for the first time she was shaken by her doubt, and knew that she must tread warily if she did not wish to lose him.
This she certainly did not want to do. The late Sir Thomas had, in his disagreeable way, tied up his capital so fast that his widow found herself for ever in most unpleasant straits. Sir Thomas had had no sympathy with females who doted on pharaoh and deep basset. Happily the Earl of Rule was not afflicted by the same scruples, and he had not the smallest objection to assisting pecuniarily a distressed lady. He never asked uncomfortable questions on the vice of gambling, and his purse was a fat one.
He had startled her today. She had not thought that he dreamed of a rival; now it appeared that he knew very well, probably had known from the first. She would have to be careful; trust her to know how matters lay between him and Robert Lethbridge!
No one ever spoke of it, no one could tell how the story got about, but any number of people knew that once Robert Lethbridge had aspired to the hand of Lady Louisa Drelincourt. Louisa was now the wife of Sir Humphrey Quain, with no breath of scandal attaching to her name, but there had been a day, in her mad teens, when the town hummed with gossip about her. No one knew the whole story, but everyone knew that Lethbridge had been head over ears in love with her and had proposed for her hand, and been rejected, not by the lady herself but by her brother. That had surprised everybody, because although it was true that Lethbridge had a dreadful reputation ('the wildest rake in town, my love!'), no one could have supposed that Rule of all people would put his foot down. Yet he had certainly done so. That was common knowledge. Just what had happened next no one exactly knew, though everyone had his or her
'It was given me,' she said impatiently.
'How shocking!' said his lordship. 'I will send you a very pretty pair of dancing figures in its place.'
'You are extremely obliging, Marcus, but we were speaking of your marriage,' she said, nettled.
'You were speaking of it,' he corrected. 'I was trying to -er - turn the subject.'
She got up from the sopha and took an impatient step towards him.
'I suppose,' she said breathlessly, 'you did not think the fair Massey worthy of so signal an honour?'
'To tell you the truth, my dear, my modesty forbade me to suppose that the fair Massey would - er - contemplate marriage with me.'
'Perhaps I would not,' she replied. 'But I think that was not your reason.'
'Marriage,' said his lordship pensively, 'is such a very dull affair, you know.'
'Is it, my lord? Even marriage with the noble Earl of Rule?'
'Even with me,' agreed Rule. He looked down at her, a curious expression that was not quite a smile in his eyes. 'You see, my dear, to use your own words, you would have to love me - only me.'
She was startled. Under her powder a faint flush crept into her cheeks. She turned away with a little laugh and began to arrange the roses in one of her bowls. 'That would certainly be very dull,' she said. She glanced sideways at him. 'Are you perhaps jealous, my lord?'
'Not in the least,' said the Earl placidly.
'But you think that were I your wife you might be?'
'You are so charming, my dear, that I feel sure I should have to be,' said his lordship bowing.
She was too clever a woman to press her point. She thought she had gone too far already, and however angry she might be at his marriage she had no wish to alienate him. At one time she had held high hopes of becoming the Countess of Rule, though she was perfectly aware that such an alliance would be deemed a shocking one by the Polite World. She knew now that Rule had baffled her. She had caught a glimpse of steel, and realized that there was something hidden under that easy-going exterior that was as incalculable as it was unexpected. She had imagined that she could twist him round her finger; for the first time she was shaken by her doubt, and knew that she must tread warily if she did not wish to lose him.
This she certainly did not want to do. The late Sir Thomas had, in his disagreeable way, tied up his capital so fast that his widow found herself for ever in most unpleasant straits. Sir Thomas had had no sympathy with females who doted on pharaoh and deep basset. Happily the Earl of Rule was not afflicted by the same scruples, and he had not the smallest objection to assisting pecuniarily a distressed lady. He never asked uncomfortable questions on the vice of gambling, and his purse was a fat one.
He had startled her today. She had not thought that he dreamed of a rival; now it appeared that he knew very well, probably had known from the first. She would have to be careful; trust her to know how matters lay between him and Robert Lethbridge!
No one ever spoke of it, no one could tell how the story got about, but any number of people knew that once Robert Lethbridge had aspired to the hand of Lady Louisa Drelincourt. Louisa was now the wife of Sir Humphrey Quain, with no breath of scandal attaching to her name, but there had been a day, in her mad teens, when the town hummed with gossip about her. No one knew the whole story, but everyone knew that Lethbridge had been head over ears in love with her and had proposed for her hand, and been rejected, not by the lady herself but by her brother. That had surprised everybody, because although it was true that Lethbridge had a dreadful reputation ('the wildest rake in town, my love!'), no one could have supposed that Rule of all people would put his foot down. Yet he had certainly done so. That was common knowledge. Just what had happened next no one exactly knew, though everyone had his or her
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