Eloisa James - Duchess by Night by Duchess By Night

Author:Duchess By Night [Night, Duchess By]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-01-16T17:26:51.989000+00:00

I dont like it here, Eugenia said, and the sob in her voice made Harriets heart stop. Its dark and Im al alone.

Il kil your father, Harriet said between her teeth.

I want Papa, Eugenia said, starting to cry again. I want Papa!

There was no key. Of course, there wouldnt be a key since Jem wanted to make sure that degenerates didnt find their way into the west wing.

Isnt your fathers bedchamber in the west wing as wel ? Harriet asked.

Hes not he-here, Eugenia hiccupped. I went to his room and hes not here.

Harriet ran to the top of the stairs and looked frantical y down the long flight of steps.

Dont go! Eugenia cal ed. Dont go anywhere, Harry. Please dont go.

I wont, she said, putting her hand on the thick wood as if she could caress Eugenias face through it. I promise I wont go anywhere.

Sing me a song, Eugenia said.

Harriet thought madly.

Do you know any songs? My papa doesnt know a single song. He says its because hes a man.

Wel , I know some, Harriet said. But her mind was blank and al she could think of was the smel of smoke. She knew nothing about childrens songs. Final y she thought of one song that her music instructor had drummed into her head, years ago when she was about to make her debut and expected to perform.

Drink to me only with thine eyes, she sang, And I wil pledge with mine.

What does that mean? came a sharp little voice. But it sounded less frightened.

It means that the singer admires the eyes of his beloved, the person he loves.

Oh. Do you know any other songs?

No.

Al right, then.

Yet leave a kiss but in the cup, and Il not ask for wine.

How do you leave a kiss in a cup?

Good question, Harriet said. But she didnt answer, just kept singing. The kiss that from the soul doth rise, requires a draught divine. Yet might I of Joves nectar sup, I would not change for thine .

Isnt nectar what bees eat?

I believe so.

I wouldnt trade any of that for a kiss either. Whats a draught?

But Harriet final y heard feet coming up the stairs and jumped to her feet. It was a footman, so tired that his face was white.

Fire! Harriet bel owed. Theres a fire in the west wing and Miss Eugenia is alone in there.

He stared at her for a second and then wheeled and tore down the stairs.

Harry? Eugenia said, through the door.

Yes, sweetheart.

Did you say fire?

Dont worry, Harriet said firmly. Hes bringing the key and I shal have you out of there in exactly one minute. Youre going to be fine, Eugenia. Wel get the fire out, and then wel find your father and murder him.

He must be in the wrong bed, she realized. Of course he was. A man like that had a mistress, though she hadnt realized it, with her monumental naïveté. He was snug in a bed, likely with one of the Graces.

But Harry, Eugenia was saying, the fire is in my room.

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