enough. I will not bore on about my lamentable pastâit was all very long ago.â
Intrigued despite herself, she said, âYou cannot be that old, surely!â
Down went his head once more. He said meekly, âI was but nineteen at the time.â
âOh, my! Andâand the lady?â
âOlder.â
This was a most improper conversation that must not be pursued. Rebecca lowered her voice and probed, â Much older?â
âFifteen years.â
âButâbut ⦠she must have been nigh twice your age!â
âBut very lovely, maâam. One of your ethereal beauties. I worshipped her.â
âAndâshe betrayed you?â
A reluctant nod of that abased head. Waiting, fascinated by the story her romantic heart could relate to so well, Rebecca asked, âButâyou did run away with her?â
He nodded again, but said nothing for a moment. Then in a remote, sad voice, he murmured, âShe left me. After three glorious days. And nights.â
âHow dreadful,â she breathed, overlooking the innuendo. âButâcould you not have prevented her?â
âYou must be thinking me a very great fool. And rightly so. ButâI was in no condition to prevent anything, maâam.â
âNo conâ A duel? â she gasped. âThe ladyâs father or brother, perhaps?â
âNothing so proper, I grieve to confess. We were overtaken by herâlover.â
Rebeccaâs eyes were very round indeed. âShe hadâmore thanâthan you?â
âAlas, had I but known that ghastly truth, I could have spared myself a mortifying and painful defeat.â
âGood ⦠God!â Breathless, she could all but see that misty field in the dawning, and the valiant youth fighting vainly, staggering back at last to lie with his blood soaking and soaking into the dewy grass.⦠Clasping her hands, she cried, âNever say they just went off and left you lying there? Whatever happened to you?â
âI recovered, of course. Eventually.â He said heavily, âButâthe word had got out, you see. My reputation was forever fouled. Dishonour ⦠disgrace ⦠inevitable and unrelenting.â
A lump came into her throat. Almost she could have wept for that cruelly betrayed youth. âAndâthe lady?â she asked in a much more kindly tone. âWhat became of her?â
âShe chose to stay with her lover.â He looked at her, his eyes grave. âThe last time I visited her, she had twelve children.â
Rebeccaâs jaw sagged. âTwâtwelveâ¦? Andâand you visited her?â
âItâs dashed difficult to avoid them, Fair One. You see, as it turned out, the ladyâs secret lover wasâmy grandpapa.â
The gleam was in the grey eyes with a vengeance. The quirk beside the thin lips could no longer be contained and spread into a wide grin.
âOh!â exclaimed Rebecca furiously. âOdious! Horridâdeceivingâ creature! â
With a shout of laughter, de Villars stood. âThat will teach you, mâdear, to be a little more gracious when someone does you a very large favour!â He started back to The Monahan, who had awoken and was watching them with mild curiosity.
âWretch!â Rebecca hissed, jabbing her hatpin furiously in amongst the fruit around the crown of her hat. âMonstrousâ rake! â
De Villars retraced his steps and placed one hand on the side of her chair to lean above her. âYou are extreme lovely when you are kind, Little Parrish. But even more delicious, I think, when you are angered.â
Not deigning him an answer, Rebecca turned towards the river, put back her head, and closed her eyes.
Chuckling, de Villars went away.
Rebecca lay there, fuming. Gradually, however, the warmth, the delicious meal, the soft song of the river, combined to dull her indignation. She thought,
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