intelligent woman would have introduced some sense into the proceedings.
âBecause his mother wasnât there.â His mouth twisted. âThe Duchesses of Hart are not known for their maternal feelings.â
Oh, the poor baby! She didnât wish to be a mother herself, but she couldnât imagine a woman sending her infant off on such an errand with only a nurse and a stuffy old guardian in attendance. Mama would never have done so.
âBut your mother came with you, didnât she, when you were here as a child?â Had she seen a woman that day? She didnât remember. Her attention had been all for the horses.
No, that wasnât quite true. Now that she thought more about it, she did remember a boy. Two boys, but sheâd only focused on one. Heâd been tall and thin and his back had been very straight and stiff. Sheâd thought him too serious and proud, and sheâd felt a little sorry for him even though heâd got to ride in the beautiful carriage with the lovely horses. Had that been the duke?
âNo, my mother did not come.â
His face was as closed as his voice sounded.
She had to force herself not to squeeze his arm. He wouldnât want her sympathy.
It was bad enough for a mother to send her baby with only a nurse and a guardian, but an infant wouldnât remember who was holding him. A boy of ten? Heâd remember all too well.
âWas she ill? Is that why she didnât come with you?â
âMiss Hutting, my mother left me with my auntâmy fatherâs older sisterâshortly after she gave birth to me. I have not seen her since.â
He sounded very haughty, but she thought he was just putting up walls. She tried to study his expression, but the shade was too deep for her to see his eyes.
âThatâs terrible.â
âNo, itâs not. Iâm sure I was happier growing up with my cousin and his family.â He stopped and frowned at her. âIâm surprised you donât know all this. Can it be that the villagers donât gossip about the Cursed Duke?â
âNo, why would we? Youâre never here, and few people care about what goes on in London Society. What is important to us is what you do in the House of Lords, and most of the villagers approve of that. In truth, I think theyâre impressed you bother to take your seat instead of wasting all your time gambling and whoring.â
His brows shot up. âYou are very frank.â
She grinned. âIt is one of the benefits of choosing spinsterhood.â They had finally reached the end of the path, so she let go of his arm. âRandolphâs office is just up this way.â
âSplendid.â
âYou know,â she said, starting up the lane, âI never understood why your ancestor agreed to the Spinster House arrangement. I canât imagine a duke feeling compelled to do anything a mere merchantâs daughter demanded.â
He frowned at her, his voice rough with emotion. âI hope it was because the man had a modicum of honor.â
Heavens, was he personally offended by the events of two hundred years ago? Perhaps that was what came from living in a house where generations of your ancestors stared down at you from every wall.
He needed to join the nineteenth century.
âThe man didnât rape Isabelle, did he?â Though even if he had, it had still happened two hundred years ago.
âGood God, no!â This present duke looked ill. âOr at least not that I was ever told. As far as I know, their, er, relationship was consensual. But that doesnât excuse the fact that the duke got Miss Dorring with child and then married another.â He frowned. âHer heart was broken.â
Cat snorted. Yes, that was how she knew the story.
The dukeâs eyebrow arched up. âYou donât believe in broken hearts, Miss Hutting?â
âI have no patience with such romantic twaddle. Isabelle
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