She walked faster, hoping it looked like panicked flight, then watched from the parlor window as the girl was helped by the groom to remount and rode away.
âWhat a paltry creature they must think me,â she said to Sillikin. âThey have much to learn.â Brave words, but would anyone, even a sixteen-year-old girl, flaunt a false engagement ring? Logic was on Isabellaâs side, especially if sheâd told the truth about having inherited most of the viscountcyâs wealth.
What did Kitty have to offer? Nothing but convenience.
Dauntry had offered marriage, but then heâd run away.
With dismay, Kitty remembered Captain Jameston. Heâd come home on furlough, visited a fellow officerâs home in Kent, and met the manâs sister. Heâd made her promises but then hurriedly departed for the north. Later theyâd heard heâd married a childhood friend there. It had almost led to a duel, but when the furor had been discussed in Moor Street, the other officers had seemed to understand. Plunged from battles and hardship into the sweet bosom of home, menâs emotions werenât always stable or reliable. Men brave in war could be cowards in domestic complexities.
Kitty found it hard to see Dauntry as unstable or ina cowardly panic, but she didnât know him at all. Even Ruth and Andrew didnât know him intimately, and Captain Jameston had seemed a rational man. She remembered Lord Caterilâs implied warning. Did he know something about Dauntry that gave him doubts?
What on earth was she to do on Wednesday?
Chapter 11
K itty went through Tuesday like a sleepwalker, which could be because sheâd had little sleep. Ruth put it down to bridal nerves and left her alone. Kitty longed for Dauntry to turn up and make all clear, one way or another.
Would he make no contact until the wedding? They hadnât even set a time for it. Was she just to go to church and hope heâd be there?
Definitely not. She wouldnât even put on her wedding bonnet until she was sure.
But even if he was ready to marry her, should she go through with it?
Sheâd once brushed aside the idea of marrying a madman as a minor thing, but on the eve of her wedding, it wasnât minor at all. She prayed heâd visit her before the wedding so sheâd have another opportunity to assess him. After so many days, she distrusted what flimsy impressions she remembered.
Cold, distant, calculating . . .
The arrival of her possessions from Cateril Manor provided distraction. It might turn out to be pointless to have them, but unpacking and hanging out clothing to air gave her something to do. She had her books as well, and the various ornaments and mementoes of her life.
She sat to reread Marcusâs letters from when heâd courted her. They were faded now, but his vitality andadoration shone from the pages. Theyâd been different people then, still with hope. Then there were the gifts heâd given her over the years. Heâd mostly given her small pieces of jewelry for her birthdays, but here was the china vase with a puppy on it that was very like Sillikin. Captain Edison had given her the puppy, and Marcus had been put out, but mostly because he hadnât thought of it. He must have asked a friend to seek out such a vase.
She smiled at the small model of the Parthenon made out of cork. Thereâd been a popular exhibition of much larger models of that sort, and Marcus had taken her to that. The promise of a working replica of a volcano had inspired him to a special effort. Heâd hired a sedan chair for the journey, because it was a smoother ride than a coach over cobbles, and then a bath chair to go around the room. Heâd claimed he was no more uncomfortable than sitting around at home, but even though the volcano had lived up to expectations, theyâd rarely repeated the experiment. London was a treasure box of curiosities and amusements, but
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