Everyone had heard, but they pretended they had not. They were all afraid of him. She lifted her chin and glared at Simon, her eyes blazing. âHow dare you,â she gasped.
âDid he insult you, Miss St. Lys?â cried Tom West. âIf I were not on my knees at present, I would defend you.â
âIt is very rude to eavesdrop, Mr. West,â she told him, rapping him smartly on the buttocks with her fan.
âSorry, Miss St. Lys!â
âI only want to talk to you,â Simon said.
âYou can go to blazes,â she hissed at him.
âDonât be a fool, Celia,â he advised her. âIt is in your best interest to hear what I have to say. Take a turn about the room with me and hear me out. Then you can go back to ruining yourself and everyone around you.â
âI donât wish to take a turn about the room with you,â she declared, her voice a little unsteady. âI donât wish to know you, or see you, or hear you, or smell you. If you persist in bothering me, I shall have no choice but to appeal to the management for relief. Since there are no men here to defend my honor,â she added fiercely, glaring around the table.
âBut Miss St. Lysââ
âShut up, Tom!â she snapped. To Simon she said coldly, â Rouge ou noir, monsieur ?â
âI beg your pardon?â
âChoose,â she said, holding up her last marker. âRed or black? If you win, I will take a turn about the room with you. Lose, and you must go away. Thatâs fair, isnât it?â
âBlack.â
âOf course.â She placed her chip on the board. As the ivory ball dropped onto the track, she gazed up at him steadily.
âTwenty-seven,â the croupier announced presently. âRed.â
Bursting into immoderate laughter, she clapped her hands in delight. She had not won much money, to be sure, but she had won her freedom from an odious man, and that was not an inconsiderable prize.
âDid you win?â asked Fitzclarence, returning to the table at that moment with champagne.
âYes, I did,â said Celia, snatching the glass from his hand. âGood-bye, Lord Simon,â she added, fluttering her fingers at him. âParting is such sweetââ
She broke off abruptly, gasping. âJuliet!â she cried, jumping to her feet. âDear Godâthe play! Oh, I must get home at once! Oh, Clare! You promised .â
âI will take you,â Simon said neatly. âWe can talk on the way.â
âYou lost, my lord,â she reminded him.
âI said Iâd go. We can go together.â
Celia frowned at him, but before she could speak, a small, thin creature in yellow satin darted forward to seize Simon by the sleeve.
âFine genâleman you are!â bawled the creature, a Cockney under a cloud of bushy black hair. âI done what you wanted. Now pie me what you owes me!â
Laughter erupted around the room, but Celia could only stare in mute astonishment.
âAnd you call yourself a genâleman,â Lord Simonâs friend grumbled, drawing more laughter from onlookers. ââEre, what are you laughing at?â she demanded angrily. âI earned that money, I did!â
They only laughed harder.
âDo you know this person, Lord Simon?â Celia asked incredulously.
âCertainly not,â he said coldly.
âShe certainly seems to know you ,â Celia observed. âFor shame, my lord! Why, sheâs hardly more than a child!â
Simon glared at Eliza. âI told you to wait outside, girl. Hereâtake your money and go, before I lose my temper.â So saying, he flung a handful of coins at her.
With a howl, the girl fell to her knees to retrieve the money. Some others, thinking it a good joke, began to toss coins at the girl, too, to her delight. Celia thought it a disgusting spectacle. âStop it!â she said angrily.
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