Seduction

"I could not agree with you more, my lord."

"What I require of you is merely some degree of rational circumspection in your reading."

"Julian, as fascinating and instructive as the subjects of animal husbandry and farming are, they do grow a bit tedious now and again. I simply must have some variety in my reading."

"Surely you do not want to lower yourself to the kind of gossip you will encounter in the Memoirs?"

"I did warn you the day we agreed to marry that I had a lamentable taste for entertaining gossip."

"I am not going to allow you to indulge it."

"You seem to know a great deal about the sort of gossip that is in the Memoirs. Are you by any chance reading them, too? Perhaps we could find a basis for a discussion."

"No, I am not reading them and I have no intention of doing so. Furthermore—"

Fa

"Good evening, everyone. So sorry for the delay." Harriett smiled cheerfully at Sophy. "My dear, you look lovely tonight. That shade of pale blue is quite becoming on you. Why the scowl? Is something wrong?"

Sophy hastily summoned up a welcoming smile and tugged her hand from Julian's grasp. "Not at all, Harry. I was worried about the two you."

"Oh, nothing to fret about," Harriett assured her, sitting down with a sigh of relief. "All my fault, I'm afraid. My rheumatism was acting up earlier this afternoon and I discovered I had run out of my special tonic. Dear Fa

"I hear she dumped a chamber pot over her lover's head just prior to the first act," Sophy said promptly.

"Then she is probably giving a rousing performance." Fa

Julian eyed Sophy's outwardly composed face. "The more interesting scene is the one taking place here in this box, Aunt Fa

"Highly unlikely," Fa

"Gracious, no. Most unseemly."

"Enough," Julian snapped. "I have just discovered that you are studying the Featherstone Memoirs in your Wednesday afternoon salons. What the devil happened to Shakespeare and Aristotle?"

"They're dead," Harriett pointed out.

Fa

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"It's too late," Sophy interjected. "I have already been exposed."

He turned to her with a grim look. "Then we must attempt to limit the ill effects. You will not read any more of the installments. I forbid it." He rose to his feet. "Now, if you ladies will excuse me, I believe I will go and see what is keeping Miles. I shall return shortly."

"Run along, Julian," Fa

"No doubt," he agreed coldly. "Do try to keep Sophy from falling out of the box in her attempt to get a closer look at Charlotte Featherstone, will you?"

He nodded once, gave Sophy a last stony-eyed glare and stalked from the box. Sophy sighed as the curtain fell into place behind him.

"He is very good with exit lines, is he not?" she noted.

"All men are good at exit lines," Harriett said as she removed her opera glass from her beaded reticule. "They use them so frequently, you know. It seems they are always walking out. Off to school, off to war, off to their clubs, or off to their mistresses."

Sophy considered that briefly. "I'd say it was not so much a case of walking out as it is of ru

"An excellent observation," Fa

Sophy grimaced. "I do hope you will not pay any regard to Julian's efforts to dictate our reading selections on Wednesday afternoons."

"My dear girl, do not concern yourself with such trivia," Fa

"Julian is a good man, as men go, Sophy, but he does have his blind spots," Harriett said as she raised the small binoculars to her eyes and peered through them. "Of course, one can hardly blame him after what he went through with his first Countess. Then, too, I'm afraid his experiences in battle tended to reinforce a rather sober outlook on life in general. Julian has a strongly developed sense of duty, you know and… ah, ha. There she is."

"Who?" Sophy demanded, her mind distracted by thoughts of Elizabeth and the effects of war on a man.

"The Grand Featherstone. She is wearing green tonight, I see. And the diamond and ruby necklace Ashford gave her."

"Really? How marvelously outrageous of her to wear it after the things she wrote about him in the second installment of the Memoirs. Lady Ashford must be livid." Fa

"May I borrow your opera glasses?" Sophy asked Harriett. "I did not think to purchase some."

"Certainly. We'll shop for glasses for you this week. One simply ca

"Yes," Sophy agreed as she focused the small glasses on the stu

"Especially when the wife is obliged to make do on jewelry of far less quality," Fa

"I have no need of the emeralds." Sophy, still watching Charlotte Featherstone's box, saw a familiar pale-haired man enter. She recognized Lord Waycott at once. Charlotte turned to greet him with a graceful gesture of her beringed hand. Waycott bowed over the glittering fingers with elegant aplomb.

"If you ask me," Harriett said conversationally to Fa

"Um, you may be right, Harry. Elizabeth caused him nothing but grief whenever she wore those emeralds. It could be that Julian does not wish to see those particular stones on any woman again. The sight would undoubtedly remind him quite painfully of Elizabeth."

Sophy wondered if that was the real reason Julian had not yet given her the Ravenwood family gems. It seemed to her there might be other, less-flattering, reasons.

It took a woman of poise, stature, and polish to wear fine jewels, especially dramatic stones such as emeralds. Julian might not think his new wife had enough presence to carry off the Ravenwood jewels. Or he might not think her pretty enough for them.

But last night, she reflected wistfully, for a short while in the intimacy of her bedchamber, Julian had made her feel very beautiful, indeed.