together. He said in a voice colder than the frozen pond in the east gardens, âSabrina isnât a slut, Elizabeth, even though it suits you to insist upon it. Your spite does you no credit. Sabrina throw herself at Trevor? Such a thing is nonsense, absurd.â He saw Elizabeth pale, but doubted he could bully her into telling him the truth. Heâd believed, foolishly perhaps, that Elizabethâs dislike of her sister would lessen once heâd secured her a husband, and not just any husband, but the future Earl of Monmouth. He had made certain that she would marry before Sabrina, even going so far as to deny a powerful nobleman Sabrinaâs hand until after Elizabeth was safely wedded. He shook his head, knowing that he wasnât being entirely honest with himself. No, the truth of the matter was that heâd wanted above all things to keep Sabrina with him for as long as possible. If only Clarendon had wanted Elizabeth instead of Sabrina. But of course, Richard Clarendon had been drawn to Sabrina the moment heâd seen her laughing with old Squire Frobisher as sheâd helped him to his chair. He remembered seeingthe look on Richardâs face and knowing, simply knowing, that Clarendon wanted her.
The earl looked back at Elizabethâs pale face. âWell, donât you have anything to say to me?â It was a meaningless question. He couldnât begin to imagine what she would say, if she would say anything at all.
Elizabeth felt the old earlâs eyes on her face. âWhy is it, sir, if Sabrina had decided to leave Monmouth Abbeyâfor whatever reasonâthat she didnât come and discuss her plans with you? You have said yourself that her letter told you nothing. Does that fact not imply her guilt and shame in this entire matter?â
Sheâd shaken him. She wanted to smile. It took all her resolve to keep still, to keep all her triumph, her pleasure at her blow to herself. He appeared to shrink visibly in his chair, and his fierce blue eyes dimmed. Ah yes, she thought, your precious Sabrina, whoâs always shared her fancies and problems with you, her doting grandfatherâgone with only a meaningless letter to you.
The earl drew a deep breath. âI shall never believe the story you and your husband have tried to foist on me, Elizabeth. Leave me now.â
Her shoulders squared, Elizabeth turned on her heel and walked quickly from the library, without a backward glance. As she walked across the massive flagstone entrance hall, she wondered what would happen to her and Trevor if Sabrina hadnât been consumed by the blizzard.
âLady Elizabeth.â
She turned abruptly, her hand on the balustrade. âYes, Ribble?â
âForgive me, my lady, but the Marquess of Arysdale has come to call on Lady Sabrina. He is in the drawing room. I didnât think it my place to tell his lordship that Lady Sabrina wasnât here.â
Elizabeth felt a deep jolt of pleasure sweep through her. She licked her dry lips. Good God, Richard Clarendon was here. She saw that Ribble was watching her and nodded briskly. âI will see him, Ribble.â She felt both frightened and excited at the prospect of seeing Richard, the man sheâd fallen in love with when she was sixteen and he, twenty-one. She had given him every encouragement over the years, had even blatantly talked of her dowry to him, one befitting the heir to the Duke of Portsmouth. When his young wife had died over two years ago, her hopes had soared. She remembered the shock of betrayal sheâd felt when only six months ago she had overheard him tell the earl that it was Sabrina he wanted. Her humiliation was made all the worse by the fact that neither of them seemed to care that she was within earshot.
Every word spoken was still clear in her mind, the pain of them still bowing her in on herself. The earl had said in that deep smooth voice of his, his brows beetled together, âMy
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