And how, exactly, did an Honorable widow greet an aristocratic girl?
She dipped a very slight curtsy. âGood morning.â
Miss Godyson-Braydon merely inclined her head. Such petty battles didnât bother Kitty, but she was supposed to manage this girl?
Sillikin was staring, which wasnât at all surprising. If Dauntry was a marble box, his ward was a jet one. She was polished and perfect in every way, and Kitty was aware of being very much the opposite. However, she remembered that jet was a relatively soft stone.
âYouâve come to visit Mrs. Lulworth?â she asked.
âIâve come to speak to you.â
âThen shall we go into the house, Miss Godyson-Braydon?â
âNo. We have heard an odd rumor, Mrs. Cateril. That you are to marry Lord Dauntry.â
Kitty supposed word would have escaped. There was no way to deny it, despite an irrational wish to do so.
âI am, yes. On Wednesday.â
âImpossible. He is betrothed to me.â
Kitty couldnât help a laugh. âI doubt Lord Dauntry would have forgotten such a fact.â
The girl flushed but said, âYou wear no ring. I do.â She pulled the black leather glove off her left hand to reveal a ring with a blue stone, presumably a sapphire.
Kitty was at a loss, stuck in this impossible situation, her heart fluttering with fledgling doubt. Could Dauntry be insane? But with deep certainty she knew that whatever else he was, he wasnât mad. Therefore, the girl must be lying.
âThat is a lovely ring. But I have no reason to believe Lord Dauntry gave it to you. Youâre a child,â Kitty said calmly. âWhy would he marry you?â
The girl didnât so much as blink. âFor my dowry. Itâs very large, and if I take it out of the family, the viscountcyâs fortunes will be sadly depleted.â
Kitty had to consider that. If the girl spoke the truth, Dauntry might be sensible to marry her. They werenât closely connected by blood. After the disastrous meeting in the lane, sheâd been sure Dauntry would back out of the arrangement. Had he committed himself to her and then come to his senses? Then fled? That would be unbalanced, at the least, but then he was an ex-soldier. Who knew what chaos lay beneath?
âI fear,â the chit said, a glint of triumph in her eyes, âhe may have played a game on you.â
Sillikin growled. It was so unusual, it snapped Kitty out of her paralysis. She quickly picked up her dog. âYou speak nonsense.â
âDo I? Ask instead why he would marry
you
, maâam. You have no beauty or style, nor any fortune. I also gather that you are barren.â
Kitty wished they were close enough for Sillikin to bite, because every word was horribly true. There was no reason for this marriage beyond some chilly convenience, and sheâd been probing the puzzle for a week. The encounter in the lane had shown her to be not at all the bride heâd been promised. So heâd . . . what? Devised a cruel punishment? To build her hopes and then leave her at the altar, exposed to the sniggers of people surprised sheâd ever thought to marry so unbelievably high? Had he assumed that sheâd go around the village, boasting about it? Had he then returned to the Abbey and proposed marriage to Isabella?
Sheâs his ward.
Is that even legal?
Her churning mind couldnât make sense of anything,but her finger was bare, and that sapphire ring glinted as brightly as the girlâs sharp blue eyes.
âI came to warn you,â Isabella said. âIf you go to the church on Wednesday, youâll be left standing at the altar.â
Ah! So that is the plan. They think they can make me flee?
Kitty almost smiled at the thought, but kept a sober face. âYou have given me much to think about, Miss Godyson-Braydon. I bid you good day.â
She turned and walked into the house, feeling the glare directed at her back.
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