The Deception (26 page)

“I was just telling his grace,” Lady Jane said, “that such a topic is scarcely appropriate for the dinner table. His grace doubtless feels that you’re depressing his guests.”

The poor twit, Evangeline thought. Lord George was very red in the face at her insult, and the duke had his head down. She knew he wanted to laugh and was, with difficulty, holding it in.

“I’m a bad guest,” she said, and smiled over her wineglass.

“That’s true,” said Lady Jane, then added in a very
low voice, “Perhaps you should leave. Perhaps you should return to France where doubtless you’ll be more at home.”

Evangeline shrugged. She carefully laid down her fork. She smiled again at the lady, showing all her white teeth. “If the duke wishes it, all he has to do is turn to others who will more readily amuse him.”

“He will soon enough,” said Lady Jane, and patted his black sleeve with her white fingers. The duke gave her a lazy look, his dark eyes promising immensely wicked pleasures.

But wicked pleasures weren’t in his mind at that moment. Why the devil had his mother placed Lady Jane at his left hand? Of course she’d had no idea that he hadn’t wanted to amuse himself with Lady Jane. He looked toward Evangeline, who sat silently, her eyes on her Melton Mowbray pork pie that sat cold in the middle of her plate.

“I suppose it’s because of your English blood,” Lady Jane said, her voice as sweet as an angel’s.

Evangeline cocked her head to one side. “Very possibly,” she said, not knowing what the ax was, but knowing it would fall.

“You’re not small and dark like most of your countrymen or countrywomen.”

Evangeline looked down at the remnants of her pork pie. She had only one bite. It didn’t look at all pleasant now. She shook her head when a footman softly asked her if she wished for an apple tart. That was her ax? It didn’t seem all that sharp to Evangeline. She said merely, “Whatever you say, Lady Jane.” “Yes, indeed,” Lady Jane said. “It appears that mixing blood in you came to a bad end. The ladies here feel positively tiny standing next to you.” Evangeline wondered why this particular lady, at
this particular time, had to reduce herself to very lame insults in order to gain the duke’s attention. Her voice was warm with laughter as she said, “It’s quite remarkable that you should say that, Lady Jane. I’d noticed the same thing myself; only I was thinking along squat lines, not tiny.”

Lady Jane sucked in her breath, her eyes narrowing with spite. “It’s unfortunate that you’re a widow. Unlike Frenchmen, Englishmen rarely seem to be drawn to ladies who have already known the married state, except, of course, for the obvious reasons.”

The duke said clearly, “Jane, did you know that my mother is taller than Evangeline?” Lady Jane looked at him helplessly. Oh, no, Evangeline thought, don’t make me feel sorry for you. She said, “Ah, your grace, but your mother is unusual in all ways. To be your mother she would have to be.” What the hell did that mean? the duke wondered. As for Lady Jane, she subsided. Now she felt pure hatred for the woman, not simple jealousy.

As if she knew she’d been too kind, too generous to Lady Jane, Evangeline said, “You know, I don’t feel the least need to secure an English gentleman’s attention. I’m merely a visitor to England. I’m not in search of another husband. You know, I can imagine no more repellent an idea than that a gentleman would find me unacceptable because I am widowed. If English gentlemen are such blockheads, then you may keep them.”

Lady Jane was obviously pleased. She smiled toward the duke.

He said, “I see that my mother is ready to escort the ladies from the dining room.” Marianne Clothilde said clearly in a very charming
voice, “Ladies? Shall we leave the gentlemen to their port?”

How did they have their timing so perfect? Evangeline wondered as she allowed a footman to pull back her chair. She said to Lord George, “The pork pie was delicious.”

Evangeline did not have to concern herself with any more attacks from Lady Jane Bellerman, for Lady Pemberly and the chattering Felicia claimed her attention once the ladies had seated themselves in comfortable groups in the drawing room.

Felicia spoke of the food, how much she’d eaten, detailing every dish she’d tasted. Lady Pemberly told her that if she continued to eat like a stoat, Lord Pettigrew would soon look elsewhere.

Evangeline, who had eaten very little, perjured her soul. “It was a delicious dinner, and I must agree with Miss Storleigh, ma’am. I’m truly grateful that ladies must no longer wear those dreadful stays.”

Evangeline was speaking to Pauline, Viscountess Demster, when she heard the duke’s voice. “Excuse me, my lady. Some dear friends of mine have just arrived and I must introduce Madame de la Valette to them.”

A
s the duke led her across the drawing room, tossing a smile here, a compliment there, he said to her at last, “I judge you the winner of that joust.”

For a moment Evangeline didn’t understand what he was talking about, and he saw that she didn’t. “Lady Jane,” he said, and shook his head.

“Oh, her. That poor jealous little twit. You wouldn’t want her for a wife, your grace. Trust me on this. She would bore you silly very quickly. Can you imagine that she was threatened by me?”

He gazed at her, mesmerized. “Surprising, isn’t it? Threatened by you, a veritable witch with no beauty, no wit, not a hint or promise of charm, no figure to distract a man’s thoughts.”

“You don’t have to go that far,” she said. “Now, who are these friends you want me to meet?” She was thinking about John Edgerton. She had to speak to him before he left. They walked into the immense entrance hall.

“Forgive us, Richard,” a handsome gentleman said, stepping forward. He looked at Evangeline. “I’m Phillip Mercerault, you know, Viscount Derencourt. This is my wife, Sabrina. Our babe still isn’t
showing itself yet. My wife assures me that our daughter is just fine.”

The young lady, who had masses of beautiful auburn hair piled up on her head, poked her husband on the arm and laughed. “Forgive him, ma’am. I’m Sabrina, and it’s true that I’m breeding and that Phillip wants a little girl, but I’m determined that it will be a boy. Oh, goodness, I’m sorry we’re late, but Rohan and Susannah Carrington called. They didn’t have time to come with us, and they sent their regrets. We’re late, but we’re here now.”

“Yes, all two and a third of you,” the duke said. “This is Evangeline de la Valette.”

“How do you do?” Phillip said, taking her hand and raising it to his lips. “I understand that you are presently taking care of Edmund. If Sabrina insists upon birthing me a boy, I should like another Edmund.”

“He’s the very best of little boys. Do you know, I understand that I have beat you out, my lord,” Evangeline continued. “I gave Edmund a gun, you see, a toy gun, and he’s shot all the peacocks. He composes strategies with Bunyon so that I, the highwayman, can be chased down and summarily shot when he catches me. He said your gifts were nothing compared to his gun.”

“That little ingrate,” Phillip said, his eyes narrowing. “I have given him many gifts over the years, and yet he abandons me with just one offering from you. Richard, speak to your son. Assure him that loyalty to his own sex is the only thing that saves men from sinking under the ladies’ slippers.”

Evangeline was laughing when she looked at Sabrina, who was giving strange and wondering looks at her husband.

“Goodness,” Evangeline said. “What are you doing?”

“Oh,” Sabrina said. “You mean the way I’m devouring him with my eyes?”

“Exactly. How do you manage to do that exactly?” “That’s a secret. You see, Rohan Carrington’s mother, Lady Charlotte, is the most beautiful woman in all the world, and she’s been giving me eye lessons so that I can seduce my husband whenever I feel so inclined.”

“Fascinating,” the duke said. “The last I heard, Lady Charlotte was off to Russia with some dashing specimen of manhood.”

“No, Russia was last summer, or was it Venice?” Phillip said. “She’s off somewhere, just left last week.” He looked down into his wife’s eyes, and his own eyes nearly crossed. “She’s learned how to seduce me quite efficiently. I don’t know exactly what Charlotte taught her, but it works. In an instant.”

“On the other hand,” the duke said, “you’ve been married less than a year. I’ve never heard of a man needing any encouragement that early on.”

Phillip leaned close to whisper to the duke, only the women heard it as well, “Don’t discourage her, Richard. She quite believes herself to be the Bathsheba of seduction. I enjoy it.”

“As well you should,” Sabrina said. Evangeline saw John Edgerton from the corner of her eye, standing quietly in the doorway of the drawing room, looking toward her. She smiled at the duke’s friends, whom she would probably never see again, and said, “I have torn my gown and must see to mending it. Also, I must speak a moment to Sir John. A pleasure to meet you both, my lord, my lady. Excuse me.” And she was away before Sabrina could say a
word about helping her. The duke stared after her. He saw her speak with John Edgerton, saw the two of them go back into the drawing room. What the hell was going on? He felt his belly harden with fury. Sir John Edgerton?

“You seem to be quite one of the family, my dear,” Edgerton said as he led her onto a small balcony off the library. It was very cold, the moon hard and full overhead. There were myriad stars, but Evangeline wasn’t interested in any of them.

He said, “Just imagine you leaving the esteemed Viscount and Viscountess Derencourt to come with me. The duke wants you. You must know that, all women do.”

“I imagine that the duke would just as soon throw me through a window,” she said.

“Dare I ask you for an explanation? No, I don’t think so, there’s so little time. I don’t want the dear duke to become suspicious. You’re here in London. I did not give you permission to leave Chesleigh. Tell me why you disobeyed me. It had better satisfy me, Evangeline, or I will see that little Edmund is planted in a grave with his toy gun placed on his chest.” He laughed at the hatred in her eyes. He snapped his fingers. “The boy will die just that easily. Don’t ever think of betraying me.”

Her voice trembled, she was so enraged, so very afraid. “Listen to me, you bastard. You had Mrs. Needle strangled. That poor old woman never did anything to anyone. Don’t you see? I’m responsible for her death because I just happened to mention her to you that first night. Damn you, you killed her!”

“You’re the one responsible, my dear. If you hadn’t said anything, why, the old hag would still be brewing
her noxious potions, but you did say something. I acted. I always act when it is necessary. I will act just as swiftly if you even dream of betraying me. Why did you come to London?”

“I came to London because I couldn’t bear to stay at Chesleigh.”

John Edmund slowly pulled a snuffbox from his waistcoat pocket and, with an expert flick of his thumb and forefinger, snapped up the lacquer lid. With exquisite precision he pinched a small quantity of the scented snuff and inhaled it. He sneezed delicately, then slowly replaced the lid.

“Such a tender conscience you have, Evangeline. It pleases me. Now I won’t have to worry quite so much about you spilling all your secrets to the duke, hoping he can save you, save your father. He can’t, no one can. Never forget Edmund, Evangeline. Now, I will let you remain here.”

“I cannot bear it,” she said, trembling, so afraid, so miserable that she wanted to cry and scream both at the same time. “Please, no more. I’ve done enough. Let me go.”

“Shut up, Evangeline. We’re alone, but there are bound to be servants near who could overhear. I want no questions. Now, if you will calm yourself, I will tell you that I shan’t punish you for disobeying me.” He paused a moment, his eyes upon his snuffbox. “As it happens, there is a small service you can perform for me while you’re here in London.”

“I can’t,” she whispered. “I can’t. Please, no. Don’t you understand? How can I continue doing all this in the name of protecting my father and Edmund, when you are killing innocent people?”

“You are becoming dramatic and hysterical. Calm yourself. Listen to me, now. As you have probably
heard from Lord Pettigrew and others, Napoleon will arrive in Paris any day now. All will be resolved soon, very soon. Then you will be free, I promise you.”

She hadn’t heard a thing. Napoleon was free? Oh, God, it couldn’t be true.

“Just how would things be resolved? That monster is free again to butcher and maim and steal?”

Sir John shrugged negligently, but there was mad excitement in his eyes. He said, “We shall see, shall we not? Napoleon will win this time. The allies will be crushed. It will be done. Then we will see.”

“Do you swear that my father will be freed? Do you swear that Edmund will be safe? Do you swear that you will have no more innocent people killed?” He lied quickly and cleanly and she knew he lied, but she felt as if a coffin lid were closing inexorably over her. She felt utterly helpless. She watched as Sir John threw his head back and laughed heartily. “You’re such a child. Yes, my dear, I swear it all to you as the Lynx, and he, believe me, is a very trustworthy fellow.”

She said, her voice as lifeless as she felt, “What is it you wish me to do?”

John Edgerton smiled gently, patted her arm, and told her. “No,” he said finally, “don’t say anything. You will figure out how to accomplish what I ask. Now,” he added, “now.” He grabbed her upper arms and jerked her against him. “You’re cold. Why didn’t you say anything? Let me warm you. Yes, let me.” He kissed her cold mouth, pressing hard, his tongue probing against her. He said over and over against her mouth, “I’ve wanted you for so very long. Let me have you now, Evangeline. Yes, give yourself to me, and I’ll free your father myself. Come to me, tonight.
Yes, tonight, come to me. I want to bed you, I must—”

She brought up her knee and struck him hard in his groin. He gasped, dropped his hands from her arms, and stared at her. “You will regret that. You will indeed.”

“You filthy bastard.” She jumped away from him. “I will do as you ask, but you will never touch me again.”

She was through the doors to the library in an instant, so cold she wondered why she didn’t crack into a thousand pieces. She couldn’t bear it. She ran upstairs to the beautiful Rose Room and locked the door. She wrapped herself in all the blankets she could find. She sat there, staring at nothing at all for a very long time.