are.â
âWe-ell, yes. Until Iâer, become a benedick, at all events.â
She all but leapt back. âWhat?â She searched his face. âHave youâfixed on a lady? Who? I have been hearing whispers of the infamous Isabella.â
âThere is nothing in the least smoky about the lady,â he said loftily. âEven if her brother is unspeakable. Bella isââhe turned to his untidy desk once moreââvery lovely, and does, I feel sure, return my regard, soââ His words were cut off as a cushion bounced from his head. âWretched brat!â Grinning, he turned on her and snatched away the cushion. She was at him in a flash, her darting hands tugging at his neckcloth, tearing the handkerchief from his pocket, seizing a handful of flowers and jamming them into his thick hair, eluding his desperate attempts to restrain her, until he caught her at last and, weak with laughter, they clung to each other.
âColonel the Honourable Tristram Leith,â announced Wolfe imperturbably.
Chapter 5
âTris!â Rather red in the face, Devenish greeted their guest, both hands outstretched. âWelcome! Welcome!â
Returning his strong clasp, Tristram Leithâs fine eyes, alight with amusement, flashed to Josieâs blushes. Badly wounded at the Battle of Waterloo, Leithâs face was still streaked on one side with scars that failed to render him less than a fine-looking man. Before the battle, his looks had been such as to reduce Londonâs ladies to sighful yearnings. The scars had faded now; his thick hair was near-black, his dark eyes keen, his tall frame as lean and supple as it had been when Devenish first had met him several weeks after the battle. He wore a well-cut riding coat and tight-fitting moleskins, and his topboots gleamed. He had no need to apologize for his appearance, but said, âHad I known you intended to array yourself for my benefit, Iâd have worn something more formal.â
Devenish scanned him uncertainly.
Leith removed a blossom from the untidy fair hair. âA fine way to behave,â he scolded, sotto voce, then turned to bow over Josieâs hand and drop a kiss onto her uplifted cheek. âLovelier each time I see you, Milady Elf,â he said with a fond smile. âYouâd best take care, Dev, else youâll have some lucky fellow taking your ward off your hands.â
âJust as Iâve been telling her,â said Devenish blandly.
âHe has, in fact, been instructing me on whom I am to choose,â Josie explained.
âOh, has he?â Leith chuckled. âSo that was the cause for the uproar. Lucky I came when I did.â
âLucky for us,â Devenish said heartily. âYou can stay a week at least, I hope?â
âHave you brought Rachel and the children?â asked Josie eagerly.
âMy four ladies are still at Cloudhills,â he answered with a smile. âAnd I regret that I can stay no longer than tonight. Iâve a message for Guy, and then must dash home. Craig and his family are joining us for a week, and Iâve the deuce of a lot to attend to now that my father and Dora are in Brazil.â
Disappointed, Devenish said, âNo, but theyâll not miss you for a day or so.â
âPerhaps. But I miss them. Dashed if I can see how you stand the life of a bachelor!â
On her way to give instructions to the servants, Josie said, âHe will not be one for much longer, Tris.â She directed a mocking glance over her shoulder. âMy aged soul is to be wedâvery soon.â
âDevil he is!â Taken aback, Leith asked, âTo whom, sly-boots?â
Devenish tightened his lips, irritated.
Josie called sweetly, âTell him, dearestâ¦â and closed the door.
âBaggage!â muttered Devenish, and waved the Colonel to a chair.
Watching as he limped over to the credenza whereon rested decanter and glasses,
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