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“Especially then. Arabella has never had a head for figures. Much better to have someone reliable managing things for her.”
Nicholas exchanged glances with the others. The picture Algernon was painting—of a grief-stricken, incompetent woman in need of masculine guidance—rang false in every particular. Arabella might be many things, but stupid was not one of them.
“I don’t suppose we might see her?” Antoinette asked hopefully. “Just to ensure she’s quite well? We feel somewhat responsible, having let her travel alone in such weather.”
“I’m afraid she’s sleeping quite soundly. The physician gave her something to help with her nerves. Perhaps tomorrow would be better.”
“The physician?” Nicholas’s voice sharpened.
“Nothing serious. Merely the sort of nervous complaint that affects ladies of delicate sensibilities. Dr. Morrison assured me that rest and quiet were the best remedies.”
Another lie, Nicholas was certain before shrugging. “Well,” he said with deliberate callousness, “perhaps a period of quiet reflection will do her good. God knows she could use some time to consider the consequences of her actions.”
Algernon’s eyes brightened. “You sound as though you speak from personal experience, Mr. Morley.”
“I do.” Nicholas allowed a note of bitterness to creep into his voice. “Lady Lushington has a particular talent for disappointing those who trust her.”
“Ah.” Algernon leaned forward, clearly sensing an opportunity. “Another disappointed suitor?
“I was fool enough to believe her professions of affection, yes. Until I discovered she had other priorities. Money and title being among them.”
“My condolences. Though hardly surprising, given her history.”
“Her history?” Nicholas prompted, though every word felt like acid on his tongue.
“Oh, surely you know? The circumstances of her first marriage? She abandoned her previous engagement virtually on the eve of marriage—for financial considerations, one assumes. My uncle was considerably wealthier than her first choice.”
Nicholas clenched his jaw, fighting the urge to plant his fist in Algernon’s smirking face. Instead, he forced himself to nod as though the information confirmed his worst suspicions.
“I was the abandoned bridegroom,” he said bitterly. “A woman who chooses wealth over loyalty can hardly complain when she finds herself at the mercy of others’ financial interests. She is merely getting what she deserves.”
The words tasted like poison, but they had the desired effect. Algernon’s smile widened, and he raised his glass in a mock toast.
“Precisely my thoughts, Mr. Morley. It’s refreshing to meet a gentleman who sees Arabella’s character clearly, rather than being taken in by her charms.”
“Oh, I see her very clearly indeed,” Nicholas said grimly. “The question is—what exactly do you intend to do about her situation?”
“Nothing more than any responsible family member would do. Ensure she’s cared for, protected from her own poor judgment, kept from making further mistakes that might damage what remains of her reputation.”
“I see you intend to be very…thorough.”
“I believe in being comprehensive in my responsibilities. Arabella requires... guidance. And I intend to provide it, for as long as necessary.”
The threat in those words was unmistakable. Nicholas felt his blood run cold, but he managed to maintain his facade of callous indifference.
“Well,” he said, rising from his chair, “justice takes many forms.” He looked about at the others, their faces bland, for they were not stupid and were taking their cues from Nicholas. “The truth is that we followed Arabella here in order to bring her to account after a rumour that she was off to meet some other unfortunate suitor.” He gave a careless shrug. “I would say that she’s brought whatever consequences she faces upon herself.”
Nicholas caught Lady Quamby’s eye and saw his own grim understanding reflected there. They had confirmed their worst suspicions—Arabella was indeed Algernon’s prisoner, and the man had just revealed his intention to keep her so indefinitely.
Now came the truly dangerous part: convincing Algernon that he was an ally rather than a threat, long enough to find Arabella and get her safely away from this place.
CHAPTER 15
Arabella’s hands trembled as she smoothed her skirts and prepared to descend to the drawing room. The sound of familiar voices drifting up from below had filled her with such desperate hope that she had nearly cried out in relief. Nicholas was here. He had come for her.
But Algernon’s instructions, after leaving his guests in the drawing room, had been brutally clear.
“You will greet your guests with perfect composure,” he’d said, standing in her doorway with those damning documents, and her confession, in his hand. “You will apologize for your hasty departure and explain that you have decided to remain at Lushington Hall to attend to estate matters. You will give them no reason to suspect anything is amiss.”
