Page 32 of A Dilemma for the Duke

Hastings smirked, taking a leisurely sip of his tea. “Indeed, Lady Beatrice. It appears this gentleman’s house of cards is tumbling down, and I wouldn’t be surprised to see more heads roll. London society is abuzz with speculation.”

Rockford maintained his composure, a cool smile playing on his lips. “It’s curious, Hastings, how those who manipulate their way to the top are always the first to point fingers. I trust your own ventures are as… transparent as they should be. Do give my regards to Lady Warburton. I’ve always admired her diamond and ruby necklace.”

Hastings’ smirk faltered for a moment, a flicker of unease crossing his features. He recovered quickly, but the seed of doubt had been planted, and Rockford knew he had struck a nerve.

Before the tension could escalate further, Mrs. Bainbridge interjected, “On a brighter note, my recent travels to Brighton were most delightful. The waters truly are rejuvenating, and the architecture… simply splendid!”

“Speaking of splendid,” Lord Davenport added, seizing the opportunity to change the subject, “I recently visited Crispin Montgomery’s gallery. He has an exquisite John Constable on display. The brushwork is superb, capturing the English countryside with such vividness. I believe it would be a highlight at any gathering.”

The conversation flowed naturally, the tension eased as the guests moved to lighter topics. Laughter and the clinking of porcelain filled the room.

By 4:30 p.m. Lady Beatrice and Lord Davenport said their farewells and left to call on Lady Dorset. Lady Harriet, Mr. Hastings, and Duke Rockford remained.

“More tea, Mr. Hastings?” Lora asked, holding the teapot poised to pour.

“No, thank you.” Hastings’ smile was polite but didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Turning to Mrs. Bainbridge, Lora offered a warm smile. “And for you, Mrs. Bainbridge?”

Mrs. Bainbridge raised her cup with a gentle nod. “Yes, please. Just a bit more.”

“I’m so glad you stopped by today,” Lora said as she poured the tea. “It’s always lovely to see you.” She set the teapot down gently. Lora had fond memories of Mrs. Bainbridge’s female seminary, where she had met her dear friend Harriet.

Mrs. Bainbridge’s eyes twinkled with warmth. “The pleasure is mine, Lora. How are the plans for the clinic’s expansion coming along?”

Lora hesitated, glancing briefly at Hastings, then back to Mrs. Bainbridge. “It’s quite an undertaking. There are many perspectives and interests to balance, and I worry about ensuring everyone’s intentions align with the clinic’s mission.”

Mrs. Bainbridge nodded. “Yes, I am aware. Gossip travels quickly, I’m afraid.” She sipped her tea.

“The clinic’s expansion means so much to the community.” Lora stirred her tea. “We must safeguard its purpose and ensure it remains a place of trust and integrity.”

Mrs. Bainbridge reached out, patting Lora’s hand. “I know you will, Lora. Your dedication is your strength. Trust your instincts.”

Harriet, who had been listening quietly, added, “Lora, you have a wise head on your shoulders. Stay true to your principles and follow your heart.”

The door opened, and Mr. Axbridge entered carrying a vase filled with fresh lavender and other blooms, a gift from Rockford to Lora. Lora’s eyes lit up as he placed the vase on a nearby table.She gently touched the petals, bringing the vase closer to admire the flowers, and inhaled their soothing fragrance with a smile.

“How thoughtful, Your Grace. Lavender is my favorite,” she exclaimed, clearly pleased. “This is just what the room needed! The scent is so calming.” She raised an eyebrow in a playful, knowing gesture only Rockford could see.

“I should be going.” Hastings stood and nodded to the others. “Thank you for the tea, Lady Lora.”

“Of course, Mr. Hastings. Thank you for coming,” Lora replied with a warm smile.

As Hastings departed, Lora adjusted the vase and inhaled the fragrant blooms, the calming scent steadying her thoughts. Rockford approached, his presence warm and reassuring.

“I’m glad you like them,” Rockford said softly.

She opened her eyes and glanced at him. “They’re beautiful.”

She hesitated for a moment, then asked. “What made you so riled up with Mr. Hastings? I couldn’t help but notice the tension between you two.”

Rockford raised an eyebrow, surprised. “What makes you think I’m angry at Hastings?”

Lora chuckled lightly. “I’ve known you long enough to recognize that tone. You may fool others, but not me. And what about Lady Warburton’s necklace? It’s been in her family for generations.”

Rockford sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s just… differences in our approach to managing the clinic expansion finances. He has been speaking with the clinic board, and I fear his methods may lead to difficulty.”

Lora’s eyes softened with concern. That didn’t answer her question, but she didn’t pursue it. “If there’s anything I can do to help, please let me know.”

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