Lady Jane's Ribbons (2 page)

Jane drew sharply back from the window then, for something made Lewis look directly up at the lamp. Had he seen her?

‘My lady?’

‘I haven’t any choice. They’ll know I’m awake because of the light in the window.’

‘I could say that you have a headache after the long journey,’ offered the maid tentatively.

Jane shook her head. ‘No, I have to face him some time, and now would seem as good a moment as any.’

She sat before the muslin-draped dressing table for the maid to brush her hair, then she quickly dressed and a moment later was ready to face Lewis and her brother.

She hesitated before leaving the safety of her rooms. Six months ago, she’d vowed never to let Lewis realize how much he’d hurt her, or how much she still loved him. She’d always thought she’d have time to prepare herself for their first meeting, but that wasn’t to be so, she was to be thrust into his company without warning. Please, don’t let him see the truth
written
in my eyes; let me be able to conceal my heart from his cruel, uncaring gaze.

Jane reached the balustrade above the columned vestibule just in time to see the lean, elderly figure of the butler, Melville, cross the black-and-
white-tiled
floor below to admit the two gentlemen. The noise from the street was suddenly loud as he opened the door, then it became muffled again as he closed it and took their hats, gloves, and canes.

At first, Lewis was hidden from her view by the tall Ionic columns which stretched up from the ground floor to the gilded, domed ceiling far above, but she could see her brother quite clearly. At twenty-five, he was four years her senior, and possessed the same dark coloring and violet-blue eyes. He wore a tight black evening coat and white kerseymere trousers, and his
intricately
tied silk cravat was edged with fine lace. By the light of the single chandelier, she could see the diamond betrothal ring on his finger. It was a very fine ring, as one would have expected to be given by one of London’s most sought-after heiresses. It was also very like the ring Lewis had put on Jane’s own finger. Jane looked at it for a moment, wondering how much longer it would grace her brother’s finger if he persisted with his present attitude. The Duke of Dursley might not be able to boast a fortune as
spectacular
as that of the Earl of Felbridge, but his family and title went back to the time of the Norman conquest, and as far as the extremely socially
ambitious
Mr Lyndon was concerned, that was more important than wealth
because Blanche was already fabulously wealthy.

Suddenly, Lewis moved his position and she could see him at last, his hair very golden indeed in the soft glow of the chandelier. Gazing down secretly at him, she was conscious of the familiar, bewildering rush of emotion she’d experienced the very first time she’d seen him. She’d loved him then, and she loved him still.

He was taller than Henry, with broad shoulders and slender hips, and it was not without reason that he was spoken of as the most handsome man in society. His face was romantically classic and his complexion bronzed from many hours spent in the open air. He had long-lashed gray eyes which always seemed to have a hint of devilment in them, and his smile possessed an air of sensuality which played havoc with even the most frosty female hearts. The warm, almost lazy charm of that smile promised so very much that the prospect of being alone with him had lured many a hitherto chaste young lady from the paths of innocence; it had lured Lady Jane Derwent to the depths of unhappiness.

He and Henry paused to talk for a moment at the foot of the curving marble staircase, allowing her even more time to study him without his knowing. How effortlessly elegant he was, his taste so perfect at all times. Like Henry, he wore a tight black evening coat, but its buttons were silver and its collar just high enough to touch the hair at the back of his head. His long legs were encased in close-fitting white trousers, and there was an emerald pin nestling in the folds of his unstarched silk neckcloth. His white satin waistcoat was left partly unbuttoned to reveal the fine lace trimming of the shirt beneath, and a discreet bunch of seals swung from his fob. His looks would have set him apart in any gathering, no matter how superior, but with hair of such a bright gold, he was memorable. He was thirty years old, charming, amusing, exceedingly wealthy, and confident of acceptance in any company; he was also faithless, cold-hearted, and unkind, and loving him had been a bitterly painful experience which would remain with her for the rest of her life.

Henry looked up suddenly and saw the paleness of her cream dress. ‘Jane? Is that you?’

She stepped reluctantly into view at the top of the staircase. ‘Yes.’

‘Are you all right? We came as quickly as we could.’ He glanced a little uncertainly at Lewis and then came swiftly up the stairs toward her. ‘I had no idea you were returning two days early. You should have written.’

‘I did write.’ He was avoiding her eyes, which meant that he had indeed received her letter but had forgotten all about it. No doubt, he’d been too taken up with his wretched coaching to think about such a mundane matter as her return!

Outside, the mob became suddenly noisier as some unfortunate attracted its displeasure. At the sound of more breaking glass, Henry looked quickly down at Lewis, who hadn’t moved from the foot of the staircase. ‘Come on
up, we’ll adjourn to the blue saloon. It’s at the back of the house and is bound to be more peaceful.’

Jane gave her brother a furious look, for the last thing she wanted was to sit in polite conversation with the man who had treated her so infamously, but Henry didn’t notice her anger, or affected not to notice it, and drew her hand through his arm to walk to the white-and-gold doors of the main reception chamber.

Lewis hesitated, toying with the lace spilling from his cuff. He hadn’t missed Jane’s reaction, but they had to meet each other sooner or later. Perhaps it would be wise to get the first confrontation over and done with as soon as possible. He came slowly up the staircase.

The blue saloon lived up to its name, having walls hung with the finest Chinese silk and sofas upholstered in the richest sapphire blue velvet. It had a gilded ceiling from which were suspended no fewer than three dazzling French crystal chandeliers, and the Adam fireplace was fashioned from a blue-veined marble which seemed to reflect whatever light surrounded it. There were four tall windows overlooking the ornamental gardens at the rear of the house. Reaching from floor to ceiling, they opened onto a covered, wrought-iron balcony where in summer it had long been the family custom to take tea or liqueurs after dinner. The fringed, golden velvet curtains were drawn now and the room was very quiet indeed after the noise which seemed to permeate the rest of the house. Lit only by the two ornate girandoles on either side of the chimney breast, everything was dim and shadowy, with the glint of gold and fine porcelain shimmering in the two immense glass cabinets in the recesses beside the fireplace.

Jane was stiff and cold as Henry escorted her to the nearest sofa, and he could no longer ignore her manner. He leaned closer to whisper in her ear. ‘You’re in a sour mood, sis. Didn’t Cheshire agree with you?’

‘This has nothing to do with Cheshire,’ she hissed back, ‘as well you know, Henry Derwent! Are you
really
surprised that I’m less than thrilled to be confronted with Lewis Ardenley on my first night back?’

He refrained from saying any more for the time being, handing her to her place on the sofa and then going to the console table behind it to pour some cognac. He raised the decanter inquiringly to Lewis as he came in. ‘A glass of restorative?’

Lewis nodded. ‘Thank you.’

Jane looked away. How well she remembered his voice, light and yet firm. It was a voice which had haunted her dreams.

Henry handed Lewis his glass and then looked reprovingly at his sister. ‘Jane, I know why you’re angry, but perhaps you should know that if it hadn’t been for Lewis I wouldn’t have known you were back.’

‘You wouldn’t have
remembered
I was back, you mean,’ she replied.

‘What does it matter? The fact is that I was at Brooks’s and would be there still if Lewis hadn’t heard about the mob at Wood’s house and
remembered 
seeing your carriage returning early this evening.’

Her violet-blue gaze rested fleetingly on Lewis and then moved away again. She didn’t reply.

Henry was exasperated. ‘Jane….’ he began.

Lewis shook his head warningly, not wanting him to pursue the point.

Henry glanced at him, but then returned his attention to his sister. ‘Jane, you’re being a little unfair tonight, and I begin to wish I’d stayed with the backgammon; my luck was in. Anyway, why
did
you return two days early?’

Lewis turned away with a silent groan, for he knew full well what her answer was going to be. There were times when Henry Derwent seemed hellbent upon putting his handsome head on the block.

Jane looked coldly at her brother. ‘Henry,’ she said with ominous calm, ‘I haven’t returned two days early.
You
were under the impression that I was coming back two days later than I actually was. I realized that when I received that hastily scribbled note which masqueraded under the title of a letter. Where did you write it? In the stables at the Fleece? Wherever it was, you had barely enough time to dash off a polite greeting.’

‘It was a perfectly acceptable letter, written right here, if you must know.’

‘Then I’m appalled at your notion of an acceptable letter, Henry Derwent. But we’re digressing, aren’t we? You asked me why I’ve returned today.’

‘And I’m waiting for your answer.’

‘Evidently, you’ve forgotten your promise to take me to Madame Louise’s tomorrow for the final fitting of my new ballgown.’

Henry stared at her, light slowly dawning on him. Lewis raised his eyes heavenward. Pray your last,
monsieur
, Madame Guillotine is about to severe your fool head from your shoulders.

Jane’s smile was sweet. ‘And if you’ve forgotten the ballgown, Henry, you must have also forgotten the occasion for which it was ordered.’

He drew a long, slow breath. ‘Oh lord,’ he murmured.

‘Yes, well you might say that. How could I possibly be returning in two days’ time when Blanche’s birthday ball is tomorrow night? You’d forgotten all about it, hadn’t you? I couldn’t believe my eyes when that miserable note arrived at Derwent Park. After all the silly mistakes you’ve been making with poor Blanche, you’ve actually gone so far as to forget all about one of the most important social occasions of her year! I’m ashamed of you, Henry Derwent. In fact, I’d go further than that and say that I despair of you! What was it this time? Has the Iron Duke been losing to its rivals on the Brighton road? Or has Lord Sefton been involving you in the activities of the Four-
in-Hand
? What is it, mm? Come now, don’t be coy, you
know
it has something to do with your wretched coaching. You aren’t capable of thinking about anything else these days.’

‘It was the annual race to Brighton on Midsummer Day,’ he admitted unwisely.

‘Really? Well now, I’ll warrant the Duke of Dursley hasn’t been devoting his time to something as dull as a stagecoach race.’

‘Dursley? What on earth has he got to do with it?’

‘He’s pursuing your fiancée,’ she replied, ‘but then you’ve probably been too busy jaunting off to Brighton to notice.’

‘For someone who’s been away for six months you seem to know a great deal,’ he grumbled.

‘Blanche and I correspond regularly,’ she replied. ‘I know all about your many sins, Henry Derwent. Still, I suppose that if
this
is the company you’ve been keeping of late, your monstrous lack of consideration can easily be explained.’ She glanced at Lewis.

Henry was appalled. ‘Jane!’

Lewis merely raised his glass, smiling just a little. ‘It’s a pleasure to see you again too, Jane,’ he murmured.

She was glad of the dim lighting, which concealed the swift flush which sprang to her cheeks. ‘Six months don’t appear to have improved you, sir. You’re still smooth and disagreeable.’

‘And you’re still impetuous,’ he replied quietly.

Henry was glad the focus of attention had been diverted, but was still aghast at Jane’s personal attack. ‘Jane, that’s quite enough!’ he protested.

She raised her chin defiantly, her violet-blue eyes very stormy indeed.

Lewis put out a hand to silence Henry further. ‘It’s all right, Henry. I believe I’ve outstayed my welcome and should toddle along.’

Henry hesitated, looking furiously at his unrepentant sister, then he nodded at Lewis. ‘I’ll come down with you.’

As they left the room, Jane leaned her head wearily back against the sofa’s soft blue velvet. She closed her eyes to hold back the hot tears, but they welled miserably from beneath her lids. ‘Oh, Lewis, Lewis,’ she whispered to the empty room, ‘I love you so.’

Melville was waiting patiently in the vestibule as the two men descended the staircase. Henry apologized to Lewis for Jane’s behavior. ‘I’m sorry, I thought she’d be over all that by now.’

The butler handed Lewis his hat, gloves, and cane and then withdrew, realizing that the two would talk for a while longer. Lewis looked at Henry. ‘Don’t be hard on her. She obviously thinks she had just cause to condemn me. I shouldn’t have come here tonight; it was a gross error of judgment on my part.’

‘But damn it all, it’s been six months since—’

‘Since I deceived her with the Duchess of Brantingham?’

It was the first time he’d said anything about the scandal which had terminated his betrothal to Jane, and so Henry looked quizzically at him.

‘Did you?’

‘What do you think?’

‘I’ve always believed what you told Jane at the time – that there was no
foundation in the rumor. The fact that Alicia is your mistress now is neither here nor there.’

Lewis smiled. ‘Then perhaps we should leave it at that, mm?’

‘Is old Brantingham likely to grant her a divorce?’

Lewis hesitated. ‘I doubt it.’

‘I can’t imagine why,’ replied Henry bluntly, ‘for you aren’t the first lover she’s taken, are you?’

‘Have a care, dear boy; the lady is a friend of mine.’

‘Forgive me, but I just don’t see her as being the right one for you.’

Lewis’s smile was enigmatic. ‘Do you think she sees me as being the right one for her?’

Henry was a little taken aback. ‘Eh? Well, that’s obvious, isn’t it?’

‘Is it?’

Henry was a little exasperated. ‘You don’t intend to discuss this, do you?’

‘No.’

‘Then maybe you’d prefer to discuss Charles Moncarm?’

‘And why, pray, should the dear, honorable Marquis of Bourton be a burning topic of conversation?’

‘Because he’s once more on the point of popping the question to Jane.’

‘
Again
? He’s becoming a little tedious.’

‘Maybe so, but this time I think she’ll accept.’

Lewis studied him for a moment. ‘Why should she do that when she’s always turned him down before?’

‘I don’t know. Actually, it was Blanche who said that she thought Jane would.’