you do as you are bid, Iâm not willing to discuss thatânobleman, so we will talk of something else, if you please.â
Briefly, the quirkish grin touched his mouth. He sketched a bow, and said meekly, âAs you wish, Miss Jennifer. Would you like to comment upon myâbuilding materials?â
Slight as it had been, the bow was rendered with unconscious grace, and reinforced her belief that he was of gentle birth. She said, âAha! You took my advice, I see. Then that is for your little bird? How is he? Have you given him a name?â
âYes, maâam. Duster will go along better when Iâve made him a proper cage. And so shall I.â
Her eyebrows lifted in a silent question, and he explained, âI fashioned him a makeshift swing, which I think he likes, for he becomes agitated if I take it out. But he has a withered claw, you know, and now and thenâusually in the middle of the nightâhe seems to lose his grip on the swing and goes crashing down, and then rushes about creating a great deal of noise and confusion.â
Jennifer laughed. âWhereby your sleep is interrupted, is it?â
âSo much so that the next swing will be far more sturdy, and lower!â
âI cannot credit that so small a creature could cause such a fuss, Jack. Do you notââ Interrupting herself, she asked, âWere you christened Jack? Or is it just a nickname?â
He said slowly, âMy name is Jonathan, maâam. And I seem to recall someone ⦠calling me âJohnny.ââ
âSomeone? A man? A lady?â
âA lady.â
âA womanâand likely he is wed,â she thought, and wondered why that possibility had not occurred to her before.
Jonathan stared blankly at his scattered driftwood, and Jennifer frowned at Chanteuse.
After a brief silence, she asked rather brusquely, âWhy did you tell Lord Green that you had climbed up the cliff?â
âBecause I had, maâam.â
She shook her head. âCome now, JaâJonathan. My brother Royce has climbed in Italy and is considered most skilled, yet he told me there is no way up the cliff face north of Devilâs Ladder, without a man uses climbing equipment.â
His lips tightened, but he said nothing.
âWonât you tell me what really happened?â she persisted, thinking that the children would be punished if they were responsible.
âI told you what happened, Miss Jennifer.â
Taken aback by the touch of hauteur in his voice, she demanded, âLook at me.â
He met her eyes with a cool and steady gaze. It went against common sense for her to believe this ever more incomprehensible man, but she found she could no longer doubt him. Awed, she murmured, âYou must be a superb climber. Even so, the risk was dreadful. Why ever would you do so mad a thing?â
His eyes fell.
âIt is as I thought!â she exclaimed. âThose boys were tormenting you again.â
âNo. Butâplease, do not ask, Miss Jennifer. See, I am better. Allow me to throw you up. You will be missed by now.â
She really was being dismissed! The effrontery of the man! Irked, she said, âOh, very well,â and as she settled herself into the saddle, added, âif you must be so surly, I willââ
His hand closed on her boot. A pair of ardent grey eyes gazed up at her, and he declared with passionate intensity, âNever that! âFore heaven, I would die sooner thanââ He broke off with a gasp, then drew back, and stammered, ââTis only thatâ It is something I try not toâ I do not like toâto speak of.â
But he had betrayed himself. More moved than she would have thought possible, she felt her face flame, which was ridiculous. Confused by her reaction, and not a little embarrassed, she turned away and gazed out to sea. âOh, look!â she exclaimed, admiringly. âWhat a great ship! Such a