Seducing an Angel

"I do not want even to set eyes on him," Alice said, "let alone sit and take tea with him. I don't /like/ him, Cassie, and I do not need to meet him to know that. He hurt you."

"No, he did not." Cassandra looked up with troubled eyes. "If any hurting was done, it was the other way around. He has not hurt /me/. He is… lovely, Allie."

Lovely and terribly troubling.

All morning – and all last night after he had left – she had thought about his lovemaking and the aches and yearnings it had aroused in her. And that pain that was not pain. It was sexual desire she had been feeling.

She had admitted that eventually. She had never before felt sexual desire. She had not even known there was such a thing for women.

And all morning she had been thinking about their conversation afterward. /I suppose there was a reason why you noticed me in Hyde Park a few/ /days ago, and why I noticed you… And there was a reason why we met again just the following day at Meg's ball. I believe in causes. And effects/.

If there was a reason for everything, why had she met Nigel? /Some things happen for a reason. I am sure of it. We met for a reason, Cassandra. We can choose to explore that reason – or not. No effect is fated/.

He had found a way for fate and free will to exist side by side. How clever of him. /Let us start again, Cassandra. Let us give ourselves a chance at least to be friends. Let me get to know you. Get to know me. Perhaps I am worth knowing/.

Did he not feel he knew enough about her? She had told him – twice – that she had killed Nigel. What was there more to know about someone who had admitted to doing that? /Perhaps I am worth knowing/.

"Perhaps," she said to Alice, "he is worth knowing."

"After what he has done to you?" Alice came back to her place and sat down with a thump. "And don't talk to me about your having seduced him, Cassie. You had reason to do it, though heaven knows I opposed it quite vigorously from the start. He had no such excuse for allowing himself to be seduced, except that he is a /man/. If he needs a woman that badly, why does he not marry? That is what wives are for!"

Cassandra looked at her and, for the first time all day, smiled with genuine amusement.

"Well." Alice's cheeks turned pink. "It is /one/ thing they are for.

Don't you go misunderstanding me, Cassie. Women are worth a great deal more than /that/, as I have tried to instill in you from childhood on. I /still/ think we ought to go to Green Park. It may be raining again tomorrow. And it is I who ought to be finding some source of income. And I /will/. I bought a paper this morning. It was a dreadful extravagance, but there is notice there of several positions for which I intend to apply. Some of them are unsuitable, it is true, but there are several distinct possibilities. A woman's usefulness ca

Cassandra smiled at her and noticed that her former governess's eyes were swimming in tears.

"Cassie," she said again, "it is /I/ who must look after us. You know it as well as I do."

"It is you who have always looked after me, Allie," Cassandra said.

"/Always/."

Alice dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief.

"It is important to you that we receive the Earl of Merton, then, is it?" she asked.

"Yes." Cassandra nodded. "And he asked particularly that you be with me, you know – as a chaperone."

Alice made a rather ugly sound, like a snort.

"I /must/ have told you that story sometime during your growing years," she said, "about the stable doors being shut after the horse had bolted."

It was too late for them to go walking now even if they wanted to. A carriage that was passing along the street outside drew to a halt outside the door. Cassandra could hear it clearly from where she was sitting.

Their visitor had arrived.

/12/

STEPHEN called upon Katherine, Lady Montford, late in the morning after leaving the House of Lords. He went with the intention of asking her to accompany him when he called upon Cassandra. But Meg was with her, having brought Toby and Sally to play with Hal in the nursery, and he was able to ask both of them to go with him.

"I ought to have asked about yesterday afternoon and your ride in the park as soon as I saw you, Stephen," Meg said. "You have taken it upon yourself to bring Lady Paget into fashion, then, have you? It is very kind of you. She is not particularly easy to like, is she? There is a habitual look on her face that suggests – well, a certain contempt for everyone she beholds, as though she held herself superior. I know it is probably just her way of protecting herself against what really is a very difficult situation, but even so her ma

"I told her I would call this afternoon," Stephen said, "but it would not be quite the thing to go alone, would it?"

"She certainly does not need even the whisper of more gossip," Kate agreed. "You are quite right about her ma

Hal will be ready for a rest after a busy morning, and Jasper is going to the races."

"So is Duncan," Meg added. "They are going together, in fact. I will come too."

It had been easier than Stephen had feared. There had been no awkward questions. It was obviously not clear to his sisters that he was nursing a guilty conscience.

When he arrived outside Cassandra's door on Portman Street during the afternoon, then, it was in a ma

A few minutes later, they were seated in the sitting room, making polite conversation with Cassandra, who was pouring the tea, and with Miss Haytor, whom Stephen recognized from Hyde Park a few afternoons ago. She was sitting straight-backed in her chair, a prunish look on her face, but she was not an unhandsome woman.

And the prunish look was understandable. He just hoped he would not lose this gamble he had taken. He hoped she would not say anything that would reveal to his sisters the truth of his relationship to Cassandra. He doubted she would, though. She was clearly a lady.

In the meanwhile he set out to charm her, concentrating much of his conversation on her while the other ladies talked among themselves.

But all the while he was aware of Cassandra, who was playing the part of hostess with some ease of ma

She was wearing a mushroom-colored muslin dress that would have looked dowdy on most women, he thought. On her it looked simply stu

She looked like a lady. She looked like someone to whom nothing sordid could possibly ever have occurred.

And then something happened to relax them all, though it caused Cassandra some initial dismay.

The sitting room door, which had seemed to be shut, clicked open and the shaggy, disreputable-looking dog came padding in with a bobbing gait and a lolling tongue.

"Oh, dear," Cassandra said, standing as he approached, "the latch did not catch on the door again. I am so sorry. I will take him out of here."