Leith grinned. âYes, but what a charming one.â
âIsnât she?â Returning to hand his friend a glass of Madeira, then sit on the edge of his desk, Devenish said proudly, âWhoâd have dreamed that tragic waif would become such a beautiful lady?â
Leith glanced at him, but his response was tardy. He was at once the recipient of a blazing glare. Devenish snarled, âI suppose you think she is not beautiful?â
Leithâs deep chuckle sounded. âSwords, or pistols? Noâtruly, I think her delightful, and if I judge her pretty rather than beautiful, I am likely prejudiced because to me there is but one beautiful lady in the world, and I have her.â
Devenish threw a frustrated glance at the ceiling. âOnce a Staff Officer, always a Staff Officer!â
âNoâreally, your little elf is a delight, and has grown up, Dev. Which is more than I can say for you. Whatâs this I hear about a feud with Little? I vow youâre the same fire-eater manoeuvred me into that damnable fight with Shotten, the very first minute we met!â
â Manoeuvred you! Like blazes, Tris! The truth is, you stole my quarrel!â He grinned, his anger vanished. âAt the Cat and Dragon, wasnât it? And do you remember the time that rascally farmer was trying to sell a ten-year-old nag to some poor moonlingââ
âWhereupon you had to intervene and tell the moonling the hack was ten rather than six, and the farmer called youâlet me seeâah, a dang rude little shrimp of a dandy!â
âWhereupon I punched his fatuous head for him!â
âYesâand he and his damned great hulking sons beat you to a pulp, and Iâd my work cut out to bring you off still breathing!â
They both laughed. Devenish said, âThose were good times! It seems such a little while ago. Only yesterday, in fact, since I found my Elf.â
There was a wistful quality to his slow smile, and Leith, his lazy dark eyes seeing so much more than they appeared to, asked quietly, âNothing wrong, is there, old fellow?â
âWhat? Oh, no. Nothing. Save thatâI wish the years had not flown quite so fast.â He shrugged. âThe cry of all fond parents, I fancy.â
Leith gazed thoughtfully at the fire, then murmured, âYou could not expect to keep her safe hidden forââ
â Safe hidden? Now, just what the hell do you mean by that?â
âSaints preserve us! Must you take me up so? Devâyou have, in a manner of speaking!â
âThen I take a dim view of your manner of speaking! BesidesâIâve not hidden her well enough, apparently. Fontaineâs spotted her.â
âOf course. He spots every pretty girl. He was captivated by her at Jerryâs ball lastââ
âBlast it! Everyone seems to have seen that, save me! Why didnât you warn me, Tris?â
âWhy the deuce should I warn you?â said Leith, mildly amused by his volatile friend. âYou have, I presume, eyes in your head. And at all events, whatâs so wrong about Fontaineâs interest? Good catch, Iâd think.â
âHad he marriage in mind.â
Leith stared and, considerably shocked, said, âHeâs a gentleman, Dev.â
âHeâs a nobleman! The two ainât necessarily synonymous!â
There was a moment of complete, taut silence.
All his amusement flown, Leith, knowing this man almost as well as he knew himself, said quietly, âCan you tell me?â
âDammitâI have no proof.â He hesitated. âButâjust in case,â he said reluctantly, âand on the understanding it cannot be repeated ⦠you remember that beastly Morrissey business?â
âGood God!â Leith leaned forward. âYouâthink the man was Fontaine?â
âI happened to see him with her very late one night. Iâm dashed certain her family didnât know
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