raised brow. âI might have concealed it from her, but indeed, Iâm not. Are you?â
âNo.â
âExcellent. I also have all my teeth.â
âSo do I.â
âYet more harmony.â
Oh, you wretch.
Now she understood his abrasive manner. Heâd come here to end the arrangement, butwas going to avoid any hint of jilting her by making her do it. Well, he could work for his prize. Sheâd play his game, returning every shot, forcing him to produce the coup de grâce.
Now he was using silence. She saw the small piano in the corner of the room. âIs there a pianoforte in . . . the Abbey, my lord?â Thank heavens sheâd spotted the hazard and not attempted the full name. Ruth and Andrew spoke of his house as the Abbey, so sheâd not yet heard anyone say âBeauchamp.â She still didnât know how it was pronounced.
âThere is,â he said, âthough Iâve heard no one play it.â
âHas the house in general been neglected, my lord?â
âNot as far as I can tell, but I know little of such matters. I was in the army, and since leaving, my home has been rooms in London.â
For a moment she envisioned rooms similar to the ones in Moor Street sheâd lived in with Marcus, but she dismissed the notion. No one had such deep polish and surety without luxury and privilege from the day they were born.
âI have no living family,â she said. âIs that the case with you, too, my lord?â
âMy parents and three of four grandparents are dead. I have two much older sisters, both married. Weâre not close. Some distant female cousins dangle on the family tree, but I donât know âem.â
Solitary, but careless of it. Like a cat. A fine-blooded cat, sure of its position in the world and that all should do it reverence. The cat was playing with a mouse, but this mouse wouldnât be trapped. She let silence settle.
âOf course, I have my new family,â he said. âAt the Abbey.â
The reason for all this.
âThe previous viscountâs motherand daughter, I understand. The situation must be difficult for them.â
âAnd for me. Your husband was the son of a baron?â
âMy father was a shopkeeper.â
Thereâs your exit, sir. Take it.
âA bookseller, I understand, and a scholar of some repute.â
Dammit.
Of course Ruth would have told him that.
He continued. âYour husband was an officer gallantly injured at Roleia.â
âHe was, my lord. You, too, were a soldier. You escaped without injury?â
She didnât mean it to be as insulting as it sounded. She would have apologized, but he seemed unmoved. âSuperficial wounds only. Iâm sound in wind and limb. Are you?â
She deserved that riposte. âYes.â She recognized an opening. âYou will have noted that I have no children, my lord. That must be a concern to you.â
Another escape. Take it.
âMust it? If the viscountcy dies with me, I wonât turn a hair.â
âOf course not, being dead,â she said tartly. âBut when living you will want to provide for the continuance of the title. Any man would.â
âMaâam, until a few weeks ago, Iâd never given a thought to the viscountcy of Dauntry, so its future is unlikely to disturb me now or in the hereafter.â
âAre you
ever
disturbed?â
Oh, dear.
That shouldnât have escaped.
He stared, as well he might. âIt rarely serves any purpose.â
âYet you donât seem idle.â
âActivity is generally most effective when taken calmly. Do you have any other questions?â
Sheâd won. He was going to end it. But she did have one question plaguing her. âYou truly donât consider yourself blessed to have so unexpectedly become a peer, my lord?â
âRather more like one of the flies that the wanton gods amuse themselves with
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