Now. What do you think of that?â
âI think a man must have very good reasons for turning down the offer of such a post,â said Helene.
âWhat reasons could they be? I would like to know.â
âMy dear . . .â began Rutherford.
âIâm afraid you must ask Lord Windford,â Helene told her. âHe has not taken me into his confidence.â
âHas he not?â said Lady Rutherford archly. âA man who will carry an umbrella for a lady will also frequently carry a confidence.â
It was not possible she was blushing. She did not blush. Ever. âAlas, our friendship has not progressed that far.â
âWell.â Lady Rutherford smiled archly, âIâm sure that heâs entirely to blame for that.â
Fortunately, after this, Lord Rutherford was able to lead the conversation away from personal topics, and the four of them enjoyed polite and blessedly intelligent conversation about current events and the prospects of the most recent reform bills. As a result, it did not feel long at all before the Rutherfordsâ carriage pulled up in front of No. 48.
âWell, good-bye, Lady Helene,â said Lady Rutherford as the driver opened the door. âIt has been most interesting meeting you. Tell me, are you at home at all this next week?â
âIâm afraid not, Lady Rutherford.â She was certainly not going to attempt to entertain Lady Rutherford, or anyone else, at Anandale House. âHowever, I shall surely be calling on Mrs. Kearsely and Lady Adele this Friday around three. Perhaps our paths might cross there?â
âYes, indeed. I have been meaning to call on Mrs. Kearsely. I shall send round my card.â
They made their farewells, and the Rutherfords drove away, leaving Helene and Marcus facing each other in front of Miss Sewellâs stoop.
âI feel I should apologize for Lady Rutherford,â said Marcus. âBeing drawn into speculation about my behaviors canât have been comfortable.â
Not as uncomfortable as seeing her speculate on our behaviors together.
Helene shrugged. âIâve endured worse.â
âDoes that make it easier?â
âA little.â She paused. She should say good-bye. She should not be standing here in the street with this man. Someone might see, for one thing. For another, it was cold, and her coat was not as thick as it should be. But he had walked her a long way, and had been the means of her introduction to a lady who might prove very useful, and the end of his nose was quite red with the cold, and . . . and . . .
And she did not want to say good-bye. This was irrational, and it was dangerous. As dangerous as dancing. As dangerous as staring, which was what she was doing now.
It also seemed she wasnât going to stop herself.
âLord Windford, this is not entirely proper, as my chaperone is not home, but would you care to come in for a cup of coffee?â Not only was Miss Sewell not at home, but Madelene was off sitting for Lord Benedict for the portrait they had commissioned, and Adele was at the modisteâs. They would be quite alone inside for at least another hour.
Dangerous, Helene, and foolish beyond words.
Lord Windford cocked his head toward the house. âMiss Sewell isnât home, and you can still invite me in?â
âWeâve all been given keys and permission to treat the house as our own.â
âHave you, bâgahd?â he murmured. âWhat interesting ideas about chaperonage this lady has.â
âI promise you I am keeping a strict eye on your sister. None of us can afford a scandal.â
âWell,â he said with a smile, âas long as you are keeping an eye on things, Lady Helene, I will accept with pleasure.â
Warmth pooled in Heleneâs chest as he followed her up the steps. She did her best to ignore it.
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