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She gazed at him. Was this really possible after all, then? Or was she listening with her heart rather than with her common sense?
Was it with one’s heart that one ought to listen?
And then he took away all her power to listen with anything but her heart. He closed the distance between them, possessed himself of her gloved hand in both his own, and went down on one knee before her.
“Another horrible cliché,” he said with a grin. But the grin faded almost immediately. “Susa
And the only protest she could think of making was an utter absurdity.
“Peter,” she said, leaning a little closer to him, “I am a teacher. I have obligations to my girls and to Claudia Martin. I ca
“When does it finish?” he asked her.
“July,” she said.
“Then we will marry in August,” he said. “The month we met. That particular dragon, you see, was not even worthy of the name. A mere worm. Any others?”
“Oh,” she said helplessly, “there must be dozens.”
“Then you had better name them quickly,” he said, “or it will be too late. I am going to kiss you very thoroughly and then bear you off in triumph to the ballroom. Supper follows the waltz-the perfect time for a
“You are very confident, then, Lord Whitleaf,” she said.
“I am not,” he said. “Heaven help me, I am not, Susa
She supposed the dozen reasons for saying no would rush at her long before the night was out. She supposed equally well that she would vanquish them one at a time by the simple expedient of remembering how he looked at this precise moment-anxious, his eyes full of uncertainty and love, down on one knee. And by remembering how she felt at this moment-overwhelmed by love.
She drew her hand free of his, cupped his face with both hands, and leaned forward to kiss him softly on the lips.
“I do,” she said softly, “and I will.”
“I knew, ” he said, “that I should have done this in the drawing room rather than in here. There is a kissing bough there. I suppose, though, I will manage well enough without one.”
And suddenly he was on his feet, bringing her to hers at the same time and drawing her into an embrace that proved his supposition quite correct.
And the strange thing was, Susa
Ah, yes, those dozen reasons were not going to stand even a moment’s chance of being allowed a hearing.
“My love,” he said against her lips. “My love.”
“Peter,” she said.
And they kissed again before he placed her hand very formally on his arm and led her back in the direction of the ballroom.
The music had stopped.
Everyone was already at supper.
Her betrothal was about to be a
26
The wedding of Susa
Alvesley had been chosen from among a number of contending places-for a number of reasons. Although Susa
Sidley was a serious contender, but how could Susa
For a while only Bath seemed a viable option-and one that was perfectly acceptable to both the bride and the groom-until Lauren, Viscountess Ravensberg, and the Duchess of Bewcastle again took it upon themselves to organize wedding celebrations. Though actually it was Eleanor Thompson who set the plans in motion when she informed her sister in her weekly letter of the predicament concerning the charity girls and commented upon the vast size of Lindsey Hall.
No one ever knew-or asked-how the duchess persuaded the very toplofty Duke of Bewcastle to take in twelve schoolgirls for a whole week surrounding the wedding of one of their teachers, but she did, and his grace was even seen to smile upon her during the wedding itself, a rare enough public display of affection.
Alvesley it was, then, and guests came from every corner of England, it seemed, and even from Scotland and Wales-the viscount’s sister and her husband from the former, Mr. and Mrs. Sydnam Butler with David and their four-month-old daughter from the latter. The viscountess came from London, where she had enjoyed a gratifyingly successful Season, having drawn the admiring attentions of two distinguished widowers. She came despite the fact that she had not seen Lauren, her niece, since the latter was a baby. The viscount’s sisters and their families came, as did some of his friends, most notably Theo Markham and John Raycroft with his new bride.
Susa
It was a wedding worth waiting for, as the bride and groom agreed after the event. But, ah, the wait had been tedious in the extreme.
On three separate occasions between Christmas and August the viscount had traveled to Bath. On two of those occasions he had stayed for a week, on the third for ten days. And yet he had found his sojourns there almost more frustrating than the long spells when he was not there, since Susa
Apart from the dreariness and frustrations of the wait, though, they had been happy months for Peter, who felt that all his dreams had suddenly come true and would come to full fruition once he had a wife by his side at Sidley-not that a wife had been part of the original dream. Once she was there, he doubted that he would ever want to step beyond the bounds of Sidley and its neighborhood-his home, his circle of contentment and happiness.
Susa