very narrow line during this courtship.
She is well educated, I take it?" Lucas
asked.
Some would say extraordinarily so. I've
heard that Lady Nettleship assumed most
of the responsibility for educating her niece
and one can certainly see the results. Miss
Huntington would undoubtedly have come
to grief in Society long ago were it not
for the fact that her aunt's position is
unassailable."
What happened to Miss Huntington's
parents?"
Lady Atherton hesitated, then spoke
evenly. Dead. All of them. Quite sad,
really. But the Lord giveth and the Lord
taketh away."
He certainly does."
Lady Atherton cast him an uncertain
glance and then cleared her throat. Yes,
well, the father died when Miss Huntington
was a small child and her mother
soon remarried. But Caroline Huntington
was killed in a riding accident a little
over eighteen months ago. Then Miss
Huntington's stepfather, Samuel Whitlock,
died less than two months after his wife.
A terrible accident on a flight of stairs,
I am given to understand. Broke his
neck."
A strange list of tragedies, but it does
have the net effect of leaving Miss
Huntington free of parents who might
feel obliged to inquire deeply into my
finances. The useful rumor of my uncle's
hoarded wealth would not hold up under
close scrutiny."
Jessica pursed her lips in disapproval.
I fear there's no getting around the fact
that Miss Huntington spent the minimal
amount of time in mourning after her
stepfather's death. She made it quite clear
she mourned only her mother, and even
that ended as soon as it was seemly to
do so."
You reassure me, Jessica. The last thing
I want is a woman who enjoys such
entertainments as extended mournings.
Life can be very short and it's a
shame to waste it in a lot of useless
grieving for what one cannot have, don't
you think?"
But one must learn to endure the
tragedies thrust upon us. Such things build
character. And one must also be conscious
of the proprieties," Jessica admonished,
looking faintly hurt. In any event, Lady
Nettleship, the aunt, is an excellent female
with fine connections, but there is no
denying she is a trifle odd in some ways.
I fear she has allowed her niece to run a bit
wild. Do you think you can tolerate Miss
Huntington's rather unusual manners?"
I think I can manage Miss Huntington
very well, Jessica." Lucas took another
swallow of champagne, his attention on
Victoria, who was still dancing with her
middle-aged baron.
She was not what he had expected,
Lucas reflected with a curious sense of
relief He had been prepared to do his
duty to his name, his title, and the many
people for whom he was now responsible,
but he had not expected to be able to
enjoy himself in the process.
Definitely not what he had expected.
For one thing, he had not anticipated
this near-violent rush of physical attraction.
Jessica had informed him that Victoria
Huntington was presentable enough, but
that was as far as the description had
gone.
She was taller than he had been led to
believe, much taller than the majority of
the women around her. But Lucas was
a tall man and it was good to find a
woman who's head would rest nicely on
his shoulder instead of somewhere down
around the middle of his chest.
Not what he had expected.
And she moved with a long, graceful
stride that had not a trace of the customary
mincing quality women so often affected.
She also danced well, he realized, not
without a small pang of annoyance. He
knew he could not even compete with
the middle-aged baron when it came to
partnering her.
Lucas watched as Victoria's baron guided
her effortlessly under a glittering chandelier.
The massed lights revealed the
golden highlights in her rich, tawny
brown hair. She wore the thick stuff
cut entirely too short for Lucas's taste.
But the short, artfully careless style did
reveal the delicate, enticing line of her nape
and framed her