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"Do you?" She put her arms up about his neck and looked earnestly irito1rirsrrau;. '"Chi, hxti-yvwiznlK, "t^yiKjy;. Larafc. at me."
"A little bird," he said. "A cheerful little singing bird. Will you give me your answer? If it is no, I shall escort you back to the house without further delay. If it is yes, we had better go and break the news to the boys-if you are prepared for a great deal of noise and commotion. But it is dashed cold standing here. A foolish place for a marriage proposal, is it not?"
"Yes," she said.
He raised his eyebrows.
"Now we can go to tell the boys," she said.
"Ah." He threw back his head and laughed. "It was yes to the first question, was it? And would you care to tell me why you are accepting?"
She looked somewhat taken aback for a moment. And then she smiled brightly. "Because I love you, of course," she said.
Mr. Cornwell seemed to forget that it was far too cold a place for such a scene. He caught her up into a tight hug and swung her once around. And then he kissed her soundly and quite unhurriedly.
"Perhaps we can think about taking on that home of boys and girls together," he said.
"Yes," she said. "An instant and large family, Spencer. I would like that."
"And a large bundle of problems to come with them, I warn you," he said.
"Something to challenge the mind and give a reason for living," she said.
"How old are you?" he asked her.
"Thirty-six," she said.
"Quite young enough still to have what you most want out of life, then," he said, and watched her flush quite outshine the glow of coldness in her cheeks. “Perhaps a child or two of our own, Amy."
"Oh." She hid her face against his broad shoulder. "I'll not be greedy. I already have the promise of heaven."
"Heaven!" He chuckled. "Are your feet numb yet? Excuse me, but I am going to have to look down to make sure that mine are still there. Here, let me tuck my arm about you like this. You will be warmer and you fit very snugly there, do you not?"
"Yes," she said. "Oh, yes. Oh, Spencer, has this not been the most wonderful Christmas?"
Fortunately, he had not been at breakfast with his guests. He had ridden out on some errand, Lord Clancy explained, but he would be back soon. And they had all been invited to a neighbor's home later for di
"What a shame it is that you have to leave today, my dear Mrs. Easton," Miss Edith Ha
"Thank you," Judith said. "But I am eager for news of my sister. I have not seen her for an age."
"And the bond between sisters is a close one," Miss Frieda Ha
No one seemed to have thought to question the fact that Lord and Lady Blakeford were expected back from Scotland so soon after Christmas, far too soon for them to have celebrated the holiday there, in fact.
"Maxwell must be disappointed," Aunt Edith said. "It seemed… We thought…"
“Doubtless he will go up to town for the Season and meet Mrs. Easton there again," Lady Clancy said. "And talking about the Season…"
Judith returned her attention gratefully to her breakfast and excused herself soon afterward to go to the children in the nursery. They were not at all pleased at the prospect of going home that day. But children were resilient. They would be happy again once they were back in London.
"Papa was the best whip in London," Rupert told her. "And everybody at Gentleman Jackson's was afraid to spar with him because he was so handy with his fives."
Judith smiled. "Mr. Rundle told you a great deal yesterday," she said.
"No," he said, "it was not Mr. Rundle who told me. It was Lord Denbigh."
Judith gave him her full attention.
"Last night," he said. "He was in here. I was having that dream about Papa. But I won't be afraid of it any more, Mama. He says I am to tell those people that the Marquess of Denbigh knew Papa very well indeed and wishes he could have knocked sixes like Papa did. He said you would be asleep."
"Did he?" Judith said. "And you did not dream any more afterward?"
Rupert shook his head. "I don't remember his going," he said.
Judith had been relieved to find that he was not at breakfast. But she hoped he would not be gone all morning. She wanted to be on her way. She wanted to start on the rest of her life. She hoped that Amy would not be gone long. Or else she hoped that Amy would be gone forever. She had guessed her sister-in-law's errand from the set look on her face that morning.
If only Amy could come to an understanding with Mr. Cornwell, then something good would have come out of this Christmas after all. And Amy deserved happiness more than anyone else in the world. More than Judith did. Far more than she did.
She went into her bedchamber and summoned a maid. She sent the girl with a message requesting a private word with his lordship at his convenience. And she sat down in the windowseat, heart thumping, to wait.
Over an hour passed before the summons came. It was amazing, Judith thought as she descended the staircase, shoulders held firmly back, chin high, how resolution could falter in the course of an hour and how knees could weaken and heartbeat accelerate. She had not exchanged a word directly with him since before getting out of his bed at the cottage the afternoon before.
She stepped inside the library and stood still while the footman who had admitted her closed the doors behind her. And her resolution almost fled entirely. He was the Viscount Evendon as she had known him eight years before and the Marquess of Denbigh as she had known him in London a few weeks before. He stood before the fire, one elbow propped on the high mantel, one Hessian boot crossed over the other. His face was harsh, thin-lipped. He looked at her steadily from keen and hooded eyes.
I have summoned the carriage for noon. Her mouth opened to speak the unpla
"It was not a Christmas flirtation," she said. "It was revenge."
He said nothing.
"I have asked myself," she said, "why you would wish to take revenge. Because you were the Viscount Evendon
and heir to the Marquess of Denbigh and very high in the instep? But such a man would plan some public humiliation, would he not? You will not be able to boast of this particular triumph. So your plan for revenge must have had a more personal motive."
He turned his head sideways to look across the room away from her.
"I think," she said, "that I must have hurt you. Did I?"
His jaw hardened. He said nothing though she waited for several silent seconds.
"Whether I did or not," she said, "I behaved very badly. And that understates the case. I behaved abominably. I could not bring myself to face you at the time because I feared you and because-oh, because everyone under such circumstances, I suppose, is tempted to play the coward and I gave in to the temptation. And I have never been able to face you since over that particular matter, though the guilt has always gnawed at me. I suppose I have persuaded myself that what happened was of no great significance to you."
She found herself being regarded suddenly by those steel-gray eyes again.
"After yesterday," she said, "I know that I was wrong. I have come to beg your pardon, inadequate as the words are."
He laughed, though there was no amusement in the sound. "You still have the power to amaze me," he said. "I expected that you were coming here to rave at me and accuse, perhaps to demand that I do the decent thing. You ask my forgiveness after what I did to you yesterday?"