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her parents marriage? Maybe only that her mother and father had not cared for each other. In any case,
Lady Maitland was bedridden with imagined ills and had been for years.
Even the most sophisticated man becomes like a little boy unable to share his toys, Lady Beatrice
continued now. No more than three is my motto, and really with three one has to do a fine balancing
act.
George choked.
Whatever is the matter with you, Georgina? Lady Beatrice looked at her with annoyance.
Nothing, George gasped. A bit of crumb.
Really, I do worry about the English as a race with
What luck to find not one, but two examples of womanly pulchritude. George s sitting room door was
flung open to reveal Oscar and a fair young man who bowed to the ladies.
Lady Beatrice frowned and lifted her cheek for Oscar s buss. We are busy, dear. Go away. Not you,
Cecil. The other man had started to back out the door. You may stay. You are the only man I know
with any sense, and that should be encouraged.
Cecil Barclay smiled and bowed again. Your ladyship is kind indeed.
He quirked an eyebrow at George, who patted the settee cushion next to her. She d known Cecil and his
younger brother, Freddy, since they d all been in leading strings.
But if Cecil stays, then I beg leave to do so also. Oscar sat down and helped himself to a slice of cake.
George glared at her brother.
Oscar mouthed What? at her.
She rolled her eyes in exasperation. Will you take tea, Cecil?
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Yes, please, Cecil said. Oscar dragged me all over Tattersall s this morning to look at horses. He
wants a matched set for his new carriage and claims none in London will do.
Gentlemen spend entirely too much money on horseflesh, Lady Beatrice pronounced.
What other type of flesh would you have us spend our blunt upon? Oscar opened his wicked brown
eyes wide.
Lady Beatrice tapped him overhard on the knee with her fan.
Ow! Oscar rubbed the spot. I say, is this a prune filling in the cake?
George repressed another sigh and looked out her town house windows. It wasn t raining here in
London, but there was a kind of gray mist that covered everything and left behind a sticky grime. She d
made a mistake. She knew that now after more than a week away from Harry and Yorkshire. She
should ve stuck it out and made him talk. Or talked herself until he broke down and told her . . . what?
His fears? Her faults? Why he didn t care for her? If it was the last, at least she would know. She
wouldn t be stuck here in this limbo, not able to return to her old life and yet unable to go on with what
might be a new one.
Can you come, George? Cecil was speaking to her.
What? She blinked. I m sorry, I m afraid I didn t catch that last bit.
Her aunt and the gentlemen exchanged a look that said they had to make allowances for her mental state.
George grit her teeth.
Cecil said he was going to the theater tomorrow night and wanted to know if he could escort you,
Oscar explained.
Actually, I George was saved from making an excuse by the entrance of her butler. She knit her
brows. Yes, Holmes?
I beg your pardon, my lady, but a messenger has just arrived from Lady Violet. Holmes proffered a
silver plate on which lay a rather muddy letter.
George took it. Thank you.
The butler bowed and exited.
Had Wentworth pursued Violet north? They d thought it best to leave Violet at Woldsly in the
assumption that she was safest there away from society, but perhaps they d been wrong.
If you don t mind? George didn t wait for her guests permission but used a butter knife to break the
seal on the letter. Violet s handwriting sprawled frantically across the page, obliterated here and there by
inkblots.
My Dear Sister . . . Harry Pye beaten and arrested . . . in Granville s custody . . . denied access . . .
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please come at once.
Beaten.
George s hand shook. Oh, dear Lord, Harry. A sob caught in her throat. She tried to remember Violet s
fondness for melodrama. Perhaps she d overstated or otherwise exaggerated. But, no, Violet didn t lie. If
Lord Granville had Harry in his hands, he might already be dead.
Georgie. She looked up to find Oscar kneeling directly in front of her. What is it?
Mutely, she turned the letter so he could read it.
He frowned. But there was no concrete evidence of his culpability, was there?
George shook her head and drew a ragged breath. Lord Granville has a grudge against Harry. He
doesn t need evidence. She closed her eyes. I should have never left Yorkshire.
There s no way you could have foreseen this.
She rose and started for the door.
Where are you going? Oscar caught her elbow.
George shook him off. Where do you think? To him.
Wait, I
She turned on her brother savagely. I cannot wait. He may already be dead.
Oscar held up his hands as if surrendering. I know, I know, Georgie. I meant I ll go with you. See what
I can do. He turned to Cecil. Can you ride and tell Tony what s happened?
Cecil nodded.
Here. Oscar pried the letter from George s hand. Give him this. He ll need to come when he can.
Of course, old chap. Cecil looked curious but took the letter.
Thank you. Tears began to run down George s face.
It s all right. Cecil started to say more, then shook his head and left.
Well, I can t say that I approve of all this, whatever it is. Lady Beatrice had been quiet through the
scene, but she rose now. I do not like being kept in the dark. Not at all. But I will wait just this once to
find out what you are all rushing about for.
Of course, Aunt. George was already half out the door, not really listening.
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