Mary Balogh - Dark Angel 02 by Lord Carew's Bride

Author:Lord Carew's Bride [Bride, Lord Carew's]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-02-05T12:00:03+00:00

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The only question that remained was whether she was going to continue to fight. What was the alternative to fighting? Oh, dear God, what was it?

And then he was in the room, filling it with his good looks and his charm and his charisma. He was bowing over Aunt Aggy's hand and assuring her that she was in remark-able good looks and that he would cherish the honor she had done him by admitting him on an afternoon when she was not officially receiving.

He was dressed in a coat of dark green superfine, Wes-ton's finest, with buff pantaloons and sparkling Hessians. His linen was crisply white. He was even more breathtakingly handsome now than he had been six years ago, if that were possible.

And then he was turning to Samantha and bowing elegantly and gazing at her with burning eyes—oh, dear God, she had seen his eyes like that in her dream—and thanking her for the honor she had paid him in dancing a set with him last evening.

"I came, Miss Newman, ma'am," he said, including them both in his bow, "to make a more private and certainly more sincere apology for my part in the events of six years ago that caused such distress to your family."

"Well." Samantha noticed that her aunt melted without further ado. "Well, that is most civil of you, my lord, I am sure. I was just remarking to Samantha that a man can sometimes learn wisdom in six years."

"Thank you, ma'am," he said. "I believe I have."

Lady Brill ordered tea and they sat for twenty minutes, engaged in an amiable conversation, during which he told them about his travels and asked after the health and happiness of Lady Thornhill.

"I have always wished her happy," he said. "I was young and fearful, as most young men are, of matrimony. But I never wished her harm and have been deeply ashamed of the distress I caused her." He looked at Samantha, his eyes warmly contrite.

He had never wished her harm? And yet he had maliciously caused that letter to be written and to be read aloud, a letter suggesting that Jenny and Lord Thornhill were lovers and intended to continue as lovers. If Gabriel had not married her, Jenny would have lived out her life in deep disgrace. Oh, yes, it would be a sin to try to forget—Uncle Gerald had caned her after that letter was read to theton. And Lionel had never wished her harm? He had not even had the excuse of youth. He had been five-and-twenty at the time.

And he had pretended a passion for her, Samantha, in the hope that she would tell Jenny and Jenny would end their betrothal. And then, when the betrothal was ended anyway, he had laughed at her and told her that she must have misunderstood what was only gallantry.

Had he changed so much in six years? Was it possible? Or was he still the snake he had been then? But even more suave.

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