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almost like a parent. The surprise she felt must have shown on her face because almost immediately he sounded a softer, even caressing note.
‘By all means put Astley’s on your list, Domino, and we will make every endeavour to get there.’
She clapped her hands in pleasure watched by Richard, an indulgent expression on his face, but his words were for Christabel.
‘Books yesterday, statues today, Miss Tallis. You appear to be an avid follower of cultural pursuits.’
‘I partake in them only as much as any other rational woman, Lord Veryan.’
‘But then how many women are as rational as you?’
She made no answer, but his eyes remained fixed on her. ‘Very few, I make sure,’ he continued sleekly.
‘I bow to your vast experience, my lord.’
‘Hardly vast, but enough—sufficient to suggest that logic and reasoning are not always becoming to a woman.’
She felt herself being forced into another confrontation and when she spoke, her tone was cold but measured. ‘I cannot imagine why you should find fault with rationality. My sex is usually criticised for precisely the opposite.’
‘In general it’s an excellent quality for a female to possess, I agree, but taken to extremes rationality can destroy a woman’s natural affections.’
‘I think that unlikely,’ she retorted.
‘Do you? Then consider the case of a woman who decides “rationally” to prefer one man to another on the grounds that he is likely to be a bigger matrimonial prize. When logic leads, a woman’s heart is prone to wither.’
Fire began to simmer within the green depths of her eyes and her whole body tensed for combat.
‘By that reasoning, sir, only women who are witless can know affection.’
‘That’s a trifle crude, but the sentiment is not entirely without merit. I think it likely that many men, including Sir Julian Edgerton, would agree with me. By the way, does he accompany you this morning?’
‘He is still out of town.’
‘Dear me, he appears to spend an inordinate amount of time away from London.’
Christabel took a deep breath and replied as levelly as she could, ‘Rosings is a large estate and takes a good deal of his time.’
‘Of course, he would have to have a large estate.’ His expression was sardonic, a trace of a sneer on his unyielding mouth.
Domino looked from one to the other, aware of the tension which crackled between them, but bewildered as to its cause.
‘As you appear interested in the trivialities of my life, sir, you may wish to know that I am accompanied this morning by Sir Julian’s sister.’ Christabel’s perfectly sculpted cheeks were flushed an angry pink. ‘She is waiting close by so I must beg you to excuse me.’
And with a hasty bow to them both, she walked briskly towards the entrance hall, her mind seething and her form one of unexpressed anger. The frills on her muslin gown tossed as though caught in a tempest and the wayward auburn curls began to tumble out of the restraining satin bandeau she wore. It seemed she was to be followed at every opportunity and forced to submit to any taunt or goad he wished to aim. It was insufferable. She was truly reaping the whirlwind she had sowed all those years ago.
Still standing beside the figure of Iris, Domino wore a puzzled look and her tone was one of concern.
‘Do you not like Miss Tallis, Richard?’
‘I neither like nor dislike her.’
‘I think you made her angry.’
‘I would be sorry to give offence, but if she was angry, it was quite unnecessary.’
She frowned at this. ‘She was offended and I don’t think it was unnecessary. I think she had good reason. You seemed to want to upset her. But why?’
Richard contemplated pretending ignorance, but then said, ‘It’s an old story and not for your ears.’
‘Then you knew her before you came to Argentina—from when you were last in England?’
‘I’ve known her all my life.’
‘How is that possible?’
‘Her family’s estate runs alongside mine in Cornwall. We played together as children—like brother and sister,’ he ended drily.
‘Then you should be friends.’
‘Oh, we were, very good friends.’
‘So what happened? Why are you so unhappy with each other now?’
‘A betrothal.’
‘A betrothal? Whose?’
‘My betrothal to Miss Tallis. We were to be married.’
‘You were betrothed to Christabel Tallis!’ Domino gaped with surprise. ‘What happened?’
‘We decided that after all we did not suit each other.’
‘But if you were both agreed, why are you still so unhappy with her?’
Richard sighed. ‘It’s complicated.’
‘It doesn’t seem that complicated to me,’ she said with decision. He saw that he would have to tell her the full story or at least enough to satisfy her.
‘I was away at Oxford for three years,’ he began, ‘either at the university studying or staying with friends in the holidays, so I didn’t see her for a long time. When I finally returned home to Cornwall, I found her very changed. She’d always been a tomboy, a thin, gawky girl with her dresses usually torn and her hair in a tangle. But now she was this amazingly beautiful young woman. I could hardly believe my eyes the first night I saw her again. She was the toast of the county, worshipped by Cornish manhood from Penzance to St Austell—and that’s a long way, Domino.’
He paused for a moment, remembering that evening when he’d walked into the drawing room at Lamorna and found her waiting, a slender vision of cream lace and gold roses. When she’d glided forwards and laughingly put her arms around him in welcome, she’d taken his breath away.
‘I suppose I was irritated,’ he continued. ‘Whenever I visited Lamorna Place I tripped over some lovesick swain clutching a posy of flowers or reading her the latest bad poem he’d written in her praise. It was comical, but also annoying. She’d always been my particular friend and now I was supposed to share her company with all the fops and dandies from miles around. So I decided to woo her myself, win the prize and delight my parents—it was what they’d been hoping for since we were children.’
‘And Miss Tallis?’
‘I think she was flattered by my sudden interest. I was a welcome diversion from the cloying attentions of her local admirers, but only a diversion—until her come-out at the next London Season. But she never did come out that year. Her mother couldn’t leave the younger children to travel to London, so she deputed the task of presenting Christabel to a relative. Then the relative became ill quite suddenly and the plans were cancelled. Christy had to resign herself to staying in Cornwall and it was then that she agreed to marry me.’
‘So when did you find out that you had both made a mistake?’
‘When she made love with another man.’ Richard had not been able to stop his bitter denunciation. Domino looked shocked. ‘His name was Joshua,’ he said acridly, discarding any hope now of keeping the full story from his young admirer. ‘My mother had accompanied Christabel and myself to London to buy bride clothes. Instead Christabel purchased a very different item—the attention, for I cannot call it love, of a man I’d thought a friend. She confessed that she’d fallen in love with him. Perhaps she had: he was clever and handsome and the sole