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wouldnât dream of it.â
Meg was pleased that at least the earl didnât intend to deny his grandmother a bed for the night.
Then he continued. âI will have you and your possessions most carefully removed and conveyed to Quillerâs.â
A hotel? âMy lordââ Meg protested.
âDonât.â His voice was quiet, meant only for her, and his eyes never left the woman in the chair. He seemed strangely like an animal at bay, eyeing growling hounds.
The duchess did not seem worthy of such rage. After all, this marriage was folly, and Meg would not have agreed to it if her need hadnât been truly urgent.
Suddenly, he produced a quizzing glass and raised it. âCousin Daphne! Imagine you being here.â
Meg hadnât noticed the young woman standing beside the old womanâs chair, even though she was dressed in an expensive-looking, full-length spencer trimmed with fur, and a large bonnet frothed with plumes. The clothes overwhelmed her thin, pale form. If the earl seemed tobe always taking up all the available space, this Cousin Daphne took up far less than her share.
Why, then, did the earlâs voice have such a caustic edge?
The woman raised her chin, pale mouth trembling. âWhy shouldnât I be here?â She pulled her left hand out of her enormous fur muff to reveal an old-fashioned ring bearing a large emerald. âI wear the Torrance betrothal ring.â
Meg gasped, but her husband said, âI am not and have never been betrothed to marry her.â
âWe were to marry today!â Cousin Daphne declared.
âYou are mistaken.â
âItâs been understood forever. The duchess saidââ
âOccasionally, even the Dowager Duchess of Daingerfield makes a mistake. Pringleââ
âPhilanderer!â snapped the duchess. âYou played with Daphne in the cradle.â
âIf I did anything improper, it was my nursemaidâs fault. Pringleââ
âSaxonhurst!â Daphne shrieked, crimson splotching her cheeks. âYou disgusting man.â
âMy goodness, Daphneââhe stared at her again through the quizzing glassââyouâve turned quite red. What did I do to you in the cradle? I must say, itâs rather a feather in my cap to have been so precocious.â
âYou vile cad!â
Meg, horrified, silently echoed that. âMy lord . . . !â
âBe quiet,â he snapped. âPringle, I am not accustomed to being ignored.â
âMy lord!â The butler almost snapped to attention. âYou wish the duchess removed?â
âI thought I made that clear some time ago.â
The duchess stared at him as fixedly as he stared back. âI defy you to throw me from the house, Frederick.â
âShe dismissed her carriages, my lord.â
âThen use mine.â
âI will not be moved. Stand your ground!â the duchess ordered her chairmen.
âUse all my carriages if you have to,â the earl ordered. âGet the baggage out of here, and that includes the duchess and Lady Daphne.â
âSaxonhurst!â exclaimed Lady Daphne. âEven you cannotââ
âWatch me.â
âMy lord,â Meg protested. âItâs the Christmas seasonââ
âHold your tongue.â
Horrified, Meg dashed over to put her arms around the twins. What had she done to bring her family here?
The servants sprang into action, positively sweeping the pile of baggage out of the hall. When the staff seemed likely to sweep out the sedan chair, too, the duchess slammed the door and ordered the men to move. Her hand made a claw on the edge of the lowered window. Stiff-necked, Cousin Daphne stalked alongside.
As the chair passed close, she glared at the earl. âYou are beneath contempt, Saxonhurst.â
âThen why the devil do you want to marry me?â
âOnly for the duchessâs sake.
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