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suitorsbegging for her hand right and left, still does get plenty of offers, so I’ve heard, though she’s been out for eight years, at least.”
    “She’s still unmarried?” St. Leger asked, surprised.
    “Yes. That’s what I’m saying. All the women say she’s the maddest of the lot. She could have been a duchess, a countess…Even some prince or other asked for her hand—foreigner, of course, so no surprise she didn’t accept him. But still…she turned them all down, says she enjoys her life just as it is. Doesn’t plan to ever marry.”
    “Definitely one of a kind,” St. Leger commented.
    “Oh, and one of the daughters blows things up.”
    “I beg your pardon?”
    “Burned down one of the outbuildings at Broughton Park a couple of years ago. Caused a bit of a stir.”
    “I see. For any particular reason?”
    His cousin frowned. “Not sure, really. Just heard it round at the club, that Broughton’s daughter burned it down, and it wasn’t the first time she’d blown something up. Oh, and that Broughton was in a flap about it—it was next to some shed full of his pots or something.”
    “Interesting.” St. Leger wondered if it was another daughter or his own medium-chaser who had engaged in the pyrotechnics.
    “Why are you so interested in the Morela—oh, wait!” Capshaw’s brow cleared. “Don’t tell. Is that your ‘ghost’? She was one of Broughton’s brood?”
    “Apparently.” Stephen nodded.
    “Good Gad,” Capshaw said, much struck by the revelation. “Well, not really a surprise, I suppose.”
    “No. But, you know, she didn’t seem that peculiar, really.” He paused, then added, “Well, maybe a bit odd, but quite sharp and—somehow appealing, for it all.”
    “Appealing?” His friend narrowed his eyes in speculation.
    “Yes. In a general way, you know.”
    “Mmm-hmm.”
    Stephen grimaced at his companion. “Don’t give me that look. I have no interest in Miss Moreland. Believe me, the last thing I am looking for is a woman, particularly a peculiar one. Between the estate and my mother falling into some charlatan’s clutches, I have enough on my plate.”
    The two parted soon after that, Capshaw hailing a hansom to take him to his rooms and St. Leger turning to walk the last two blocks to his family’s home.
    It was a pleasant town house, narrow and tall, built a hundred years earlier in the Georgian style by a St. Leger ancestor. Stephen stopped at the foot of the steps leading up to the elegant front door and looked at the house for a moment. This house held some of his sweetest and bitterest memories, for it had been here where he lived when he came to London as a young man. When he had fallen in love…and later lost her.
    Shaking off the memory, he trotted up the stepsand opened the door. A footman came forward promptly to take his light coat and hat.
    “My lord. I hope you had a good evening.”
    “Not as productive as I’d hoped.”
    “Lady St. Leger is in the drawing room.”
    “They didn’t go out?”
    “I believe that she, Miss Belinda and Lady Pamela did go out earlier, sir, but they returned a few minutes ago. Her Ladyship asked me to tell you that she would like to see you if you came in early.”
    “Yes, of course.” Stephen turned and went down the hall to the formal drawing room, a narrow elegant blue-and-white chamber. Pamela had redecorated it, of course, as she had the rest of the house, after Roderick had come into the title. Stephen preferred the warmer, darker colors of the room when he had lived here years ago.
    His mother was sitting at the piano, playing a quiet air, when he came in. Belinda, his lively younger sister, was seated beside her, turning the pages of the music for her. Pamela, he was sorry to discover, was also there, sitting on a pale blue velvet love seat, a bored expression on her face. It changed when Stephen entered the room, turning into the slow, faintly mysterious smile that she was well-known for, a smile that