Page 33 of The Model Debutante
‘I know. Tempting isn’t it? I feel like a little excitement...of some kind. But we don’t want to upset the ladies do we, Lynley? Why don’t you run along while I take them home?’
Lynley stalked to the door with as much dignity as he could muster. Nick did not even trouble to watch him leave and missed the look of murderous hatred he shot back at Tallie.I will make you sorry for this,those eyes promised. She shivered. She had made an enemy, a very bad enemy, and so had their rescuer.
Tallie turned back to look apprehensively at Nick. What was he going to do? What, more importantly, was he going to say in front of Millie and a potential audience of drunken bucks.
‘Do you have your cloaks, ladies? If you are ready to leave, Miss LeNoir?’ He escorted them out, a broad shoulder turnedto the romp in the main part of the room which was rapidly becoming raucous.
Nick appeared to know the labyrinthine passageways back-stage with remarkable accuracy.
‘You have an excellent sense of direction, my lord,’ Tallie remarked slyly. Her nerves were getting the better of her and she wanted to throw herself into his arms. Directing jibes seemed safer.
‘Not at all,’ he retorted smoothly, taking the wind out of her sails. ‘I just happen to be very familiar with this theatre.’
Oh really,Tallie fumed, allowing herself to be steered towards the stage door.And which opera dancers have you got under your protection, Cousin Nicholas?
There was a closed carriage waiting, its sides black, with no coat of arms visible. Millie settled back against the silk squabs with a sigh of pleasure and smiled prettily at Nick when he climbed in after them. He slid one of the shutters off an interior lantern and the inside of the carriage sprang into life.
‘Thank you so much, my lord. I am very grateful to you. Tallie, Miss Grey, that is, was so brave to face up to Mr Lynley like that. Why, I was quite taken in by him.’ Her pretty face crumpled for a moment, then she regained her poise. ‘I can see that I must be even more on my guard.’
Tallie leaned over to pat her arm and shot Nick a warning glance. Millie did not need any lectures on the dangers of her position.
He simply raised an eyebrow at her and said, ‘Had you considered using your talents in any other way, Miss LeNoir?’
Millie smiled. ‘I know I am not good enough to be a soloist. My voice is not strong enough.’
‘For the stage perhaps you are right. But what about private parties, musical evenings, select gatherings of that sort? You would have to be very careful about what offers you accepted andyou would need to employ a chaperone, but you could make an excellent living, I would judge, and be far less exposed to insult and unwanted attractions.’
Millie just stared at him, her eyes wide, then she clapped her hands together in delight. ‘Ohyes. Oh, my lord, thank you, it would be just the thing.’
‘I can make some recommendations to start you off,’ Tallie offered. ‘Soon you will make your own reputation. And, Millie, I had been wondering what present I could make you – may I employ a chaperone for your first year?’
They dropped an ecstatic Millie off at Wimpole Street. Nick waited until he saw the front door close behind her then rapped on the roof of the carriage with his cane. As the wheels began to turn he said, ‘Well?’
‘I had no idea he would be there,’ Tallie said defensively. ‘I had no idea they would let any men into the dressing room at all. I only went because Millie forgot her purse.’
‘I know. I went to collect you from Mrs Blackstock’s and she told me where you were.’
‘Oh. I thought…’
‘You thought I had gone to the Opera House on much the same errand as Lynley, did you not?’
‘I did not know what to think, only that I was very glad to see you.’ Now was not the time to throw his familiarity with backstage in his face. Tallie searched around for another means of attack. ‘Collecting me alone in a closed carriage is somewhat unconventional, is it not?’
‘We are in a closed carriage now, as you can observe. You may also have noticed that I am able to restrain my carnal appetites. If you can refrain from lowering the window and shrieking for help I think we can brush through the experience without having to resort to wedlock.’
Tallie reviewed a number of possible responses to this,including throwing herself into his arms, slapping his face or insisting on him stopping the carriage and getting out. None of these would approach his own standard of infuriatingly cool indifference and she badly wanted to surprise him.
‘Well, thatisa relief,’ she said warmly.
Tallie had intended to provoke him but she was not prepared for his reaction. Nick tipped back his head and laughed. He laughed without any restraint, a genuine, uninhibited roar of amusement crinkling his eyes shut, stretching the long tendons of his neck as he threw his head back, removing every trace of constraint and control from his face.
She stared, torn between fury at being laughed at and fascination at the transformation. The carriage slowed, then stopped outside the Bruton Street house. Nick mopped his streaming eyes and regarded Tallie with a grin.
‘Tallie, you areenchanting.’ He leaned forward and planted a brotherly kiss on her cheek as the groom came to open the carriage door for her. ‘Now in with you, or Aunt Kate will be worrying.’
The groom might be standing there pretending to be invisible with an expression of well-trained indifference on his face, but his presence effectively silenced any retort that Tallie might have made. Always supposing she was able to think of one.
‘Goodnight, my lord,’ she said with a chilly formality which provoked an equally formal half-bow, marred somewhat by the fact Nick’s shoulders were still shaking. Tallie swept up to the front door without a backward glance and was relieved that Rainbird was already opening it.
