The Betting Season (A Regency Season Book) (34 page)

“
It is a gentleman who will be choosing her as his wife,” Nyle pointed out, bringing a smile to Moira’s lips.

“
I also purchased blistering liquid.”

Moira sat forward. “What is that for?”

“
Freckles,” her mother answered matter-of-factly. “Once the blister dries, the skin is lifted away and the spot will go with it.”

Moira’s hands went to her face. Her mother wanted to purposefully cause blisters.

“
Are you insane?” Nyle demanded.

“
I hear it works wonders,” their mother defended.

“
That, I highly doubt.” Nyle leaned back and folded his arms over his chest. “Several ladies who have tried that so-called cure for freckles have been left scarred. Do you really wish to leave Moira looking as if she suffered a horrible case of small pox on account of freckles?”

“
Well, I hadn’t really thought—”

“
No, you didn’t,” he cut her off and reached forward, grabbing Moira’s hand and pointed to the small scar on her wrist. “This is from a blister she received from hot water. I don’t want to imagine what that stuff would do to her face.”

Moira glanced down and the scar. It wasn’t that large, no bigger than the tip of her pinky, and didn’t bother her since it was covered in gloves whenever she was out of the house.

“
Very well,” her mother sighed. “The apothecary also suggested a mixture of mustard powder, lemon juice, and oil of almonds twice a day.”

“
Much safer,” Nyle agreed. “Though still unnecessary. There is nothing wrong with Moira’s appearance.”

“
You wouldn’t understand,” her mother insisted before turning to Moira. “Now, up to your room. We have a lot to do before you are ready to be seen in public again.”

Moira grimaced and stood. By the time her mother was finished with her, she wasn’t certain she would ever want to go out in public again.

Gideon nodded to various acquaintances as he strolled along the grand walk of Vauxhall. This evening he was sharing a supper box with Jordan Trent and a widow whose name escaped him. Gideon felt out of place in their company and decided to take a walk, leaving Jordan and his current ladylove alone. They wouldn’t even know he was gone and would probably disappear down one of the dark walks before he returned. Lydell was to have joined them, but Lydell was no longer on speaking terms with Gideon, as though it was Gideon’s fault Lady Moira didn’t want to live in Bath.

As though summoned by his thoughts, Lady Moira appeared, walking in his direction, along with her brother and sister-in-law. Now all he needed was for Mr. Garson to make an appearance. Then his role as matchmaker could be completed, and he would be free to seek out his own entertainment. Perhaps he should take Jordan’s advice and get a ladylove to keep him company during his stay in London.

“
Good evening, Lady Moira, Lady Hearne. You both look lovely this evening.” Well, he assumed Lady Moira looked lovely. On the few occasions they’d had the opportunity to meet, she had always looked quite fetching with her blue eyes, sprinkle of freckles, and shimmering red hair. However, tonight she wore a wide-brimmed hat that shaded most of her face from the torches throughout the gardens. All he could see was her chin, which appeared to have developed a rash. Not that he would remark on such a blemish.

“
Good evening, Lord Ainsely,” Lady Hearne greeted. Lady Moira, however, remained silent and kept her head down. At least he assumed she was Lady Moira. The more he studied the young woman, the more he began to question himself. Usually, Lady Moira wasn’t so quiet and her breasts had seemed larger on previous occasions.

“
My pardon. I mistook this young woman for Lady Moira.”

“
Oh, it is Moira.” Hearne snorted.

Lady Hearne struck him in the ribs with her elbow.

Gideon squinted to see Lady Moira more clearly, but she kept away from the light and seemed to draw into herself. Nothing like the lady with whom he’d made a previous acquaintance.

As Lady Moira was doing her best to ignore him, Gideon said to Hearne, “I haven’t seen your brothers in Town. Are they remaining in the country with their wives? Or will they be joining the Season soon?”

Lady Hearne stiffened as her husband answered, “They won’t be joining us this year.”

Gideon got the distinct impression his question had upset Hearne’s wife, especially when tears welled up in her eyes.

“
They cannot go into society,” Lady Hearne announced.

Hearne put an arm around his wife. “Excuse us for a moment.”

Gideon nodded. Hearne pulled his wife down a darkened path, leaving Gideon alone with Lady Moira. Her face was no longer shaded as she watched her brother and Lady Hearne walk away. The sadness in her eyes and downturn of her mouth pulled at him. This was clearly a family situation, and he felt like an intruder.

“
Poor Alvina,” Lady Moira uttered.

“
I hope it isn’t anything I said.”

A sad smile came to her face, and Lady Moira looked up at him. It took all of Gideon’s effort to school his features once the light of the lamp shone on the young woman. Red blotches, hives, covered her face. She must be miserable, and why was she out of the house? “Before we stopped to speak with you, Alvina just learned two of her friends are in a delicate condition. Coupled with our enceinte sisters-in-law, and my mother’s recent lectures on duty to the Hearne title, I am afraid it was too much for her.”

This was not the type of discussion he ever thought to have with an innocent young woman. “How long have she and Hearne been married?”

“
Five years.” Lady Moira grimaced.

He could well understand why the woman was upset, given she was married to the earl and expected to produce the heir and a spare. If she had not done so already, no doubt she feared her ability. Not that Gideon uttered a word. It was not his place, and it was certainly not a topic he was comfortable discussing with an innocent such as Lady Moira.

She continued as if his participation wasn’t necessary. “My brother doesn’t care. Well, he cares.” She shrugged. “But not in the way most gentlemen would. He has two younger brothers, who will have children, so there is no concern of the title becoming extinct, or being left to a distant cousin of sorts.”

Unlike himself. Gideon was the last male of his line. Given the circumstances, he should find and settle on a wife sooner rather than later, and hopefully he wouldn’t encounter the same difficulties as Hearne.

Mr. Garson sidled up to them. “I say, good evening, Ainsely.”

“
Garson.” Gideon nodded. At least he could change the topic of discussion.

The man grinned, waiting anxiously.

Gideon sighed. “Mr. Garson, may I introduce Lady Moira Kirkwood?”

She turned toward Garson, eyebrow raised with a slight tilt of her lips. Garson took a step back, his mouth opening and closing as if searching for words. He looked like a trout in need of air. As lovely as Lady Moira usually was, Gideon had to admit that this evening she was far from pretty. What had happened to cause her skin to erupt in such a manner?

“
Um...uh...good evening, Lady Moira.”

She chuckled, and Gideon joined her. Clearly she knew how she looked and either didn’t care, or didn’t care what Garson thought. “Good evening, Mr. Garson.”

Garson pulled at this neckcloth as though he needed air. It didn’t surprise Gideon that this was the case. He was amazed the man could breathe at all, let alone move his neck. “I, well, I—”

“
Let’s dispense with the pleasantries, shall we?” Lady Moira interrupted.

Gideon narrowed his eyes. Did she already know of the bet?

“
Where is your estate?”

Apparently she does
.

The man flushed before he straightened like a proud peacock. “Oxfordshire. Nothing like Bath.”

Lady Moira’s eyes grew wide. “Oxfordshire? That is even worse than Bath.”

Garson pulled back. “Excuse me?”

“
I do not like that area.” Lady Moira shrugged.

“
I think it would be in your best interest not to be so picky,” Garson huffed.

Lady Moira raised an eyebrow. “I beg your pardon, but I believe I can be as picky as I wish.”

“
Well, when one considers…” He looked her up and down, nodded and gave a half-sympathetic smile.

Lady Moira drew in a breath and took a step forward, her hand raised. Gideon stepped between then.

“
If you value your reputation and limbs, I strongly encourage you to apologize to Lady Moira and take your leave.”

Garson looked up at him and swallowed. All the color drained from the man’s face. Gideon knew he could be an imposing figure when he wished to be. The man looked past him and nodded to Lady Moira. “My apologies.” Then he turned on his heel and hastened away.

Gideon watched him go. He waited to hear the sound of sniffles, ready to offer what comfort he could, already pulling the handkerchief from his pocket. After all, most ladies, when insulted in such a way, would dissolve in tears. He knew it was a matter of time before Lady Moira succumbed.

Moira pressed a gloved hand to her mouth to smother the laughter. Goodness, she should keep using her mother’s concoctions just to keep undesirable gentlemen away. No, that wouldn’t do. She could very well scare away a Scot, and she couldn’t have that.

To his credit, Ainsely showed no reaction to her appearance, other than his eyes widened the slightest bit. Had she not been watching him closely, she would have missed even that. He was a true gentleman.

Ainsely turned around and looked at her, a concerned expression on his face.

“
Oh, there’s no reason to worry. I know I look dreadful.”

“
Of course you don’t…”

More laughter bubbled up inside. “I do own a mirror, Lord Ainsely.”

A sheepish smile came to his lips.

“
Though it is kind of you to pretend otherwise.”

Ainsely looked past her shoulder to where Nyle had disappeared with Alvina. Neither was in sight. “Would you care to stroll?” He offered her his arm.

As it was the grand walk, not a secluded one, and there were dozens of people within sight, it wouldn’t damage her reputation. Certainly no worse than taking a turn around a ballroom on his arm. He placed her hand on his sleeve and he led her off, away from the supper boxes.

“
May I ask you a question, Lady Moira?”

She looked up at him. “Of course.”

“
What is wrong with Bath or Oxfordshire?”

Moira faced forward and bit her bottom lip. Should she tell him the truth? She glanced back up from beneath the brim of her hat. Something about Lord Ainsely instilled trust. “If you swear never to breathe a word of it.”