just yet. If theyâre pretty enough to attract a husband, or well dowered enough, theyâre plying the ballrooms. Do you hide from them here?â
âI do.â The drink was making him honestâor uncaring.
Joseph needed a wifeâhe repeated this in his thoughts regularly, like a commandmentâso every night he chose from among his invitations, fully intending to scout the hostile territory of Mayfair for same.
And every night he found himself in the card room, by the fire, swilling brandy in company with the other misfits, inebriates, gamblers, and cowardsâunless heâd stumbled upon the gathering that boasted Louisa Windhamâs presence, in which case he did his brooding where he could torment himself with the sight of her dancing down the room.
âThe orchestra is in fine form,â Harrison saidâapropos of nothing.
Fine form, if a man werenât heartily sick of holiday arrangements. âSo why arenât you dancing?â
Harrison shifted lower in his chair. âI schedule sittings for most of the day, sunlight being a necessity for much of my work. Had you any fellow feeling, Carrington, youâd be ignoring me while I doze here in warmth and comfort.â
There was a touch of genuine irritability in the other manâs words, as if Joseph were truly disturbing him at his much-needed nap. Joseph rose, setting his brandy down by Harrisonâs elbow.
âPleasant dreams. If I wanted a portrait of a couple of small childrenâgirlsââ
He fell silent. Even in the menâs card room, it was perhaps not the done thing to bring up business.
Harrison sat up a bit. âLittle girls? How old?â
âSix and seven. Theyâre good girls. Theyâll sit still if theyâre told to.â For about two minutes. They were growing up so quickly, and a portrait would keep the image of something precious alive when Josephâs memory grew dim.
âAre they in Town?â The man looked to be considering the commission, which was a surprise.
âKent.â
âWhose children are these?â
âMine.â It felt good to say it, good to remind himself of this singular if only legal fact, when for the past week, all heâd done was miss them and their siblings in Surrey.
Harrisonâs brows rose. âCome around to my studio. Weâll talk further.â
Joseph nodded and headed for the door. When he reached the corridor, he could hear the orchestra lilting its way through a lively gavotte, two hundred slippered feet pounding along in synchrony. If he went toward the ballroom, he might find Lady Louisa Windham, twirling and smiling and looking elegant on the arm of some dandy.
Sheâd stand with her sisters between sets, putting their pale prettiness to shame with her more earthy beauty. The young men would approachâa greater variety of young men since the most recent ducal dinnerâand to the lucky few, Louisa would grant a dance.
Each evening, Joseph watched this routine for as long as he could before slinking off to the card room, there to silently lecture himself about Cousin Hargraveâs poor health and the girls needing a mother.
He tested his leg, which was in truth benefiting from the spate of milder weather, and then turned his steps not toward the ballroom but toward the peace and quietâand unobtrusive exitâafforded by the garden.
***
Louisa had saved her supper waltz for Lionelâheâd all but asked her to when heâd greeted her for the eveningâand yet, there he was, smiling down into the madly batting eyes of Isobel Horton.
Damn and blast.
But then, Louisa had danced last nightâs supper waltz with Lionelâshe was to call him Lionel now, and he was to call her Louisaâand the night before that it had been a polonaise.
Louisa had the impression Lionel was trying to help her scotch the latest barrage of gossip sparked by her criticism of the
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