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.processtext.com/abclit.htmlchagrined with her butler for allowing him up without question, she was too well bred to show it. Ravensberg? The Duke of Portfrey, whom Kit knew by sight, had come to stand beside his duchess.He was rather more poker-faced than she. I have come to pay my respects to Miss Edgeworth.She was gracious enough to dance with me lastevening, Kit explained.The room, he was aware, was half filled with visitors.Most of them were stillgaping at him rather as if Portfrey s butler had just committed the faux pas of ushering the chimney sweepinto their presence.This moment, he suspected, would be discussed with some relish in a few moredrawing rooms before the afternoon was out.Miss Edgeworth came toward him herself, then, and the duke and duchess returned their attention totheir other visitors.Those same guests had recovered their manners and were resuming their interruptedconversations. How kind of you to call, my lord, she said. Thank you for the roses.They are exquisite. If the roses were in front of her face at that particular moment, he thought, they would surely freeze upontheir stems, her gaze was so cold. It was not merely the reflection of your gown, then, he said softly, dipping his head a little closer tohers. Today you wear green, but your eyes are still unmistakably violet. She looked every bit as lovelyas she had last evening even though her dark, glossy hair was dressed with a great deal more simplicitytoday.She showed not the slightest pleasure in the implied compliment. Do have a seat, my lord, she said with gracious condescension a stranger would surely havemistakenherfor the duchess.She turned and indicated an empty chair in the midst of the crowd of youngpeople among whom she had been sitting. I shall fetch you a cup of tea. When she took her place again, he noticed that she sat very straight, her spine not quite touching theback of her chair.She launched into conversation about music, and a spirited discussion of variouscomposers and the relative merits of different solo musical instruments followed.Kit did not attempt to participate but amused himself by observing the other members of the group.Hisappearance had obviously discomposed several of them.The red-haired Lady Wilma Fawcitt waslooking prunish, Sutton haughty, Attingsborough watchful and faintly amused.The skeletal young manwhose name had escaped Kit for the moment was looking irritated, George Stennson openly hostile.Miss Edgeworth seemed the only one who was serenely unaware of his very existence.Kit sipped histea. Miss Edgeworth, he said at last, taking advantage of a brief lull in the conversation, would you allowme the honor of driving you to the park in my curricle later this afternoon? He was gazing directly at her and so was fully aware of the momentary widening of her lovely eyes andparting of her lips.The next moment she was looking coolly back at him, her expression politely bland.He was sure she was about to refuse him.Perhaps he had proceeded too precipitously.How would hewin his wager if she said no? Oh, I say, the skeletal, still unidentified young man said indignantly, I came to ask the same favor, Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlMiss Edgeworth, but thought to do the correct thing and wait until I could speak privately with you whenI took my leave.I was here before Viscount Ravensberg, he added feebly.Kit raised his eyebrows. I do beg your pardon, he said. Did I do theincorrectthing? Having spent somany years of my adult life away from England, I must confess myself unsure of the finer points ofetiquette. With his eyes he laughed at Lauren Edgeworth. Oh, I say! The anonymous gentleman sounded distinctly uncomfortable. I did not mean to imply I believe, Attingsborough said smoothly, it might have been for this afternoon that you and I made ourappointment to drive to the library together, Lauren.You will refresh my memory if I am wrong. Sutton has quite set his heart on taking you and me for a turn in his new barouche after tea, Lauren, Lady Wilma said with a toss of her red curls.She tittered. I am quite counting on you to act as mychaperone. Kit continued to smile into Lauren Edgeworth s violet eyes, which had not wavered from his own.Therewas not the faintest suggestion of an answering smile there.She looked away. No, you are wrong, Joseph, she said. It was not for today.And you certainly donot need a chaperone when riding in an open carriage with your betrothed, Wilma.Perhaps some otherday, Mr.Bartlett-Howe? Thank you, Lord Ravensberg.That would be very pleasant. He had the other members of the group to thank, of course, Kit realized as he rose to take his leave [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]