Valentine (39 page)

The two of them arrived at Almack’s Assembly Rooms
just five minutes before the doors were closed at eleven o’clock.

They strolled up the stairs and entered the ballroom. Lady Sefton was the first of the patronesses to see them and came gliding over. “Lord Stoneridge, your wife has made quite an impression on us all,” she declared, raising her lorgnette and subjected him to a piercing scrutiny. “Quite an unusual young woman, we find. Captain Gerard. You’ve just come to town.”

Both men bowed since neither of her ladyship’s statements required a response.

Sylvester’s eyes searched for his wife. She was waltzing with a gentleman of middle height, his appearance distinguished by his silver eyebrows and the matching silver flashes at his temples. There was an indefinable aura of authority about him, but he and Theo seemed to be engaged in a most earnest conversation, enlivened by glimpses of Theo’s mischievous smile and the enthusiastic glow in her eyes.

She was wearing a simple gown of bronze silk over a half slip of cream lace, a costume that, despite her own lack of interest in her wardrobe, was in the first style of elegance. But they had Lady Belmont to thank for that, he thought with a half smile. The Stoneridge topaz necklace was clasped at her throat, delicate matching studs glimmered in her ears, and her hair was drawn into a heavy knot at her nape, with artful ringlets drifting over her ears.

It was an old-fashioned hairstyle, but it was the perfect foil for her gamine face and those great pansy-blue eyes. And when he took the pins out later, that raven’s-wing cascade would serve as the most erotic nightgown.

“You must make me known to Lady Stoneridge,” Neil said casually, putting an abrupt stop to Sylvester’s unruly train of thought. “Oh, there’s Garsington, signaling to us. I’ve been meaning to ask him what he fancies at Harringay next week. You know how reliable he is when it comes to form.”

Sylvester allowed himself to be ushered across the room to where the viscount and his cronies stood gathered. Their reaction
to the sight of him with Gerard was the same as the men’s at White’s. Surprise followed by confusion followed by hasty rearrangement of expression into one of casually friendly greeting.

Theo broke off in the middle of her conversation with Nathaniel, Lord Praed, and almost stopped in the middle of the dance floor.

“Is something the matter, Lady Stoneridge?” Lord Praed, never much of a dancer, nearly tripped over her suddenly slowed feet.

“Oh, no … no, I do beg your pardon. Did I trip you up? It’s just that my husband’s arrived.”

“A matter for astonishment, clearly.” He raised a silver eyebrow.

Theo looked self-conscious and said awkwardly, “Well, yes it is. He doesn’t care for such occasions, you should understand.”

“Oh, I do,” Lord Praed said immediately. “Both understand and sympathize. I detest them myself.

Theo looked up at him. “How very ungallant of you, sir. And there was I thinking I was keeping you tolerably amused.”

Lord Praed laughed. “Ma’am, I can safely say I have never had such an entertaining discussion on the subject of fertilizers with anyone.”

Theo chuckled, but it was clear she was distracted, and after another turn his lordship suggested he escort her to her husband.

“Yes, if you don’t mind,” Theo said with betraying eagerness. What could have brought Sylvester here? And what had happened? He was perfectly at his ease in a group of men talking and laughing as if they’d known each other intimately for years. Had they never heard of the scandal of Vimiera? Was it possible?

Sylvester excused himself as he saw Theo and her partner leave the floor. He moved round the room to where Elinor sat
talking with a tall titian-haired woman in a startling gown of black velvet.

“Lady Belmont, I give you good evening.” He bowed and she smiled, but he could detect the curiosity behind the serene exterior. Elinor couldn’t fail to notice how his reception differed this evening from that he’d received in her drawing room. However, she’d said nothing then, and he couldn’t imagine she’d comment now.

“Stoneridge, what a pleasant surprise. Are you acquainted with Lady Praed?”

“Not as well as I would wish,” he said, raising her hand to his lips. “I see my wife was dancing with your husband.”

“Gabrielle,” Lady Praed chuckled. “Nathaniel detests dancing, but he and Lady Stoneridge seem to share the same enthusiasm for marl. Your wife was describing a marl pit recently discovered on Stoneridge land, and he swept her onto the floor, where they could discuss its various merits as a fertilizer without interruption.”

Sylvester laughed, but before he could respond, Theo and Lord Praed reached them.

“Allow me to return your wife, Stoneridge,” Nathaniel said. “Your arrival for some reason eclipsed my own poor attempts to entertain her.”

“Oh, for shame, sir,” Theo said, flushing slightly. “You should know you’re a farmer after my own heart. A man of great sense.”

“You do me too much honor, Lady Stoneridge,” Lord Praed said solemnly. He raised her hand to his lips. “I’ll do myself the honor of calling upon you, if I may. I’d like to show you the pamphlet I was talking about.”

He offered his arm to his wife. “Gabrielle, I believe you said you wished to visit the supper room.” They made their farewells and strolled away arm in arm.

“I need some dry bread,” Gabrielle said as they entered the supper room.

“What?” Nathaniel looked at her, startled. And then
his expression changed. “Dry bread? Gabrielle, you’re not …?”

“It’s the only time I crave dry bread,” she said with a tranquil smile.

“Oh, lord,” he muttered.

“I wonder if it’ll be twins again,” Gabrielle mused, examining the offerings on the long table with a critical frown.

“Knowing you, there’ll be three of them,” Nathaniel said, offering her a basket of rolls. “You always improve on your performances, my love.”

Gabrielle laughed, breaking off a piece of crust. “Six children in the house?”

“A daunting prospect for a man who didn’t think he wanted one.” Nathaniel shook his head, but his mouth curved in a smug little smile. “Come, I find I want you at home immediately.” He put his arm around her shoulders, directing her toward the door.

Gabrielle made no demur. When her husband’s eyes burned in that fashion, she wasn’t about to argue.

Theo watched them leave, frowning slightly. “I don’t think I offended Lord Praed. You’re not vexed, are you, Mama?”

“It would be a lost cause, dear,” Elinor said. “Have you seen Clarissa?”

“She was dancing with Lord Littleton, the last I saw. But she’s not going to be happy coming to Almack’s if we can’t manage to acquire vouchers for Jonathan Lacey. Couldn’t you ask Lady Jersey?”

“He seems a perfectly pleasant young man,” Elinor said. “If somewhat vague on occasion. But I should wish to meet his mother. What’s your opinion, Stoneridge?”

“Since I’ve been informed that Clarissa has found the love of her life, ma’am, I daren’t offer one.”

“That may be true,” Elinor said matter-of-factly. “But I shan’t give my blessing until I’ve met his mother.”

Theo’s frown deepened, and she turned to the puzzle uppermost in her mind. “We weren’t expecting you, Sylvester.”

“No, but I thought I’d drop in and see how you were doing,” he said smoothly, reading the riot of questions in her eyes. “It’s not so unusual for a husband to do such a thing.”

“No,” she said, her frustration clear in face and voice.

“Sylvester, may I beg the honor of an introduction to Lady Stoneridge?”

Neil Gerard glided up to them, his question breaking into the baffling whirligig of her thoughts.

Sylvester’s eyes were hooded, although his mouth smiled as he made the introductions. “My dear, allow me to introduce you to a very old friend of mine. We’ve just met up again after some considerable separation.”

Theo found herself looking into a thin-featured face, sharply aquiline nose, flat brown eyes, smooth brown hair; tall, athletic figure. There was something oddly familiar about him, and she took an instant dislike to Neil Gerard, although she tried to conceal it as she smiled and shook hands.

Neil bowed over her hand, amusement and surprise warring in his mind. So that vibrant creature who’d marched into the Fisherman’s Rest hadn’t been Sylvester’s mistress? It had been the Belmont chit.

No, he amended. This was no chit. Young, certainly, but no flummery about her. No simpering miss, this. He remembered how he’d been struck by the brazen sensuality of the woman who’d smiled and touched the Earl of Stoneridge, and taken a disgusted sip from his drink, and had her hand slapped for her pains.

“I’m delighted to make your acquaintance, Captain Gerard,” Theo was saying. “Were you in the army with my husband?” She examined him covertly, looking for a reaction. Did this man know of Vimiera?

“We were also at school together, Lady Stoneridge,” he said, answering the question by default, and giving Theo no clues in the process. “We’ve stood shoulder to shoulder in
many a ticklish situation, isn’t that so, Sylvester?” He turned with a hearty laugh toward the earl, who merely inclined his head, his eyes unreadable.

There was a moment’s pause, but before Sylvester’s silence could become noticeable, Neil continued with another hearty chuckle. “Ah, yes, Lady Stoneridge, your husband and I have known each other since we were grimy lads of ten.”

“Grimy?” Theo raised her eyebrows, casting her husband an arch glance as she played along with the banter. “I find it hard to imagine Stoneridge as anything but immaculate.”

“But, then, when I was ten, my dear, you were hardly in a position to know me,” Sylvester said.

He could feel Gerard’s interest in Theo like a pulsing heat. He must have recognized her from the Fisherman’s Rest, but there was a quality to his interest that went beyond the merely curious. There was a hunger to it; the man was aroused by Sylvester’s wife.

On the thought Sylvester briskly tucked Theo’s arm in his. “Forgive us, Gerard. But my wife expressed a wish to be escorted home without delay.”

Neil Gerard took his leave, promising to call upon the countess at her earliest convenience.

“No, I didn’t,” said Theo.

“No, but I wish to take you home,” her husband said. “Indulge me in this.”

Theo glanced up at him. The strong mouth curved in a smile of pure masculine intent, his eyes glittered with sensual promise, and she knew that he was going to ensure she asked no questions of him tonight.

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in, Foster?”

“I’m afraid not, Lady Emily.” The butler held the door as Emily and Edward walked past him into the hall.

“Then we’ll wait,” Emily said. “We’re probably a little early.”

“Her ladyship was expecting you?” Foster sounded doubtful.

“Yes, we’re engaged to call upon Mrs. Lacey. Lieutenant Fairfax is going to escort us.”

“Did she say what time she’d be back?” Edward asked tossing his hat onto the pier table.

“No, sir. Will you wait in the library?”

“Yes, and bring some tea, please,” Emily said. Foster might be officially employed by the Earl of Stoneridge, but the Belmont girls continued to treat him as their own personal butler, just as they treated Belmont House and Stoneridge Manoi as their own.

Foster bowed. “Claret for Lieutenant Fairfax, perhaps?”

Edward smiled. “Thank you, Foster. Did Lady Theo say where she was going?”

“No, sir.” Foster backed out of the library and went off to fetch the required refreshments.

“Don’t you think that’s a little strange?” Edward said, going over to the window looking out onto the street. It was a sunny afternoon, and a small girl was bowling an iron hoop along the pavement under the eye of a nursemaid.

“Not to tell Foster where she was going?” Emily frowned. “Not necessarily. Theo’s always going off on her own business.”

“This isn’t Lulworth, Emily. Theo doesn’t have business to do here.” He remained at the window but turned back to the room as Foster came in with the tea tray and the claret decanter. “Did she go on foot, Foster? Or in the barouche?”

“On foot, I believe, sir.” Foster poured a glass of claret.

“With her maid, or with a footman?” He took the glass with a smile of thanks, reasoning that if Theo was going for some serious exercise, she’d take the footman.

Foster frowned. “I don’t believe anyone accompanied her, sir.”

Edward whistled, an uneasy sense of foreboding building as he turned back to look out the window, hoping to see Theo hurrying up the street. “Stoneridge won’t be pleased to hear that.”

“What won’t I be pleased to hear?” Sylvester inquired from the doorway. His many-caped driving coat was dusty, a handful of whip points were thrust into the top button hole, his long driving whip was curled in his gloved hand.

“Oh, there’s just a conspicuous absence of Theo,” Emily informed him blithely. She wasn’t about to tell Stoneridge that her sister was roaming the streets of London unaccompanied.

The earl turned to his butler, raising an eyebrow. “Since when, Foster?”

“I couldn’t rightly say, my lord.” The butler had been
covering for his young mistress since she was a small girl and slipped easily into the accustomed role, without questioning why he should be doing so on this occasion.