The Mysterious Miss M. Diane GastonЧитать онлайн книгу.
and it pained him to see her suffering.
Madeleine glanced at him. ‘Do you go out this evening, my lord?’
He put his hands on the arms of her chair and leaned over her. ‘My name is Devlin.’
‘Very well. Devlin.’ Her eyes drifted back to the child.
He pulled up a chair next to her. ‘Now, how could I go out when our babe is ill?’
She gave him a sharp glance. ‘You are not obligated to stay. I would not hold you.’
‘Fustian,’ he said.
She rocked gently. He wished he could convince her all would be well. He’d been trying to do so all day, but she did not believe in reassurances.
Devlin heard Bart’s deep voice coming from the next room. He smiled to himself. The old sergeant was taken with that mouse of a female. It was amusing. Devlin always imagined Bart would shackle himself to some sturdy country girl to match the farm he used to dream of owning. To make a fool of himself over a wisp of a city chit amused Devlin no end.
‘Devlin?’ Madeleine’s voice was barely more than a whisper.
‘Yes?’
‘I have never thanked you for…for the doctor and for…allowing us to stay.’
‘Deuce, Madeleine. What do you take me for?’ Tossing her out, indeed. ‘Did you think I’d send you back to Farley?’
She twisted around to face him, alarm lighting her face. ‘You would not!’
He stroked her cheek. ‘Of course I would not.’
She turned back to Linette, but her hand went to the place he had touched. Devlin leaned back in his chair, balancing it on its back two legs. ‘How the devil did you come to be at Farley’s? You are too young, surely.’
She rocked at a faster pace. ‘I am old enough.’
‘Nonsense, you are hardly out of the classroom.’
She tossed him an insulted look. ‘I am eighteen.’
‘Eighteen!’ he cried, unbalancing the chair and nearly pitching over. Linette stirred, whimpering.
‘Shh.’ Madeleine reached for the child, rubbing her back.
‘Good God.’ He lowered his voice. ‘How old were you when you came to him?’ He’d made the computation in his head, but could barely believe it. She’d been so young, and he’d made love to her. How could he have done so?
‘I was fifteen.’
‘Damnation!’ So painfully young. He had left her there when she was younger than the silly chits making their come-out, the ones he thus far had successfully avoided. ‘The man’s a damned reprobate.’ Devlin had bedded her, as well. What did that make him?
She gave him a sideways glance. ‘You assume me the hapless victim, Devlin. Don’t make me so good.’
‘You did not join him willingly.’ He would not believe it.
She continued her rhythmic rocking. ‘Is this any of your concern, my lord?’
‘Not a whit.’ But that would not stop him. ‘Why did you join that cheating lout, then?’
She sighed. ‘This is a sordid story. Hardly of interest.’
‘Of interest to me,’ he persisted.
‘Very well.’ She paused to stroke Linette’s hair. ‘He seduced me. I was ruined. What else could I do?’
She made being ruined sound like getting a soiled spot on her gown. This was a rum story if ever he heard one. Farley was forty, if he was a day. Seducing a girl of her tender years—abominable. Devlin ought to have rescued her from him back then. Saved her from that abominable life.
She adjusted the blankets around the child, the candle behind her placing her profile in silhouette. His breath caught. She was a beauty. As fair as a cameo. As exotic, with her thick black curls, as a goddess from foreign shores. As skilled in the sheets as would fuel any man’s dreams.
Her fingers gently touched the child’s forehead. When she drew them away, they covered her face. Shame on him. Her child’s life hung by a fragile thread, and he thought of bedding her.
‘She will recover, Madeleine. Do not fear.’
She leaned back in the rocking chair and closed her eyes. Her silence stretched into the night, and Devlin felt guilty and useless. He watched her rock slowly back and forth in the chair. Back and forth. Back and forth.
‘Devlin?’ Her voice came as if from a great distance.
‘Yes?’
‘Do you believe God punishes sinners?’
Chapter Four
D evlin woke sharply, still sitting in the chair. The candles had burned down to stubs and the peek of dawn came through the windows. Madeleine cradled the child in her arms. The child was still.
‘My God, is she…?’ No, it was unthinkable.
‘She’s sleeping.’
Devlin’s heart started beating again.
Madeleine shuddered. ‘Her fever broke and she fell asleep. I thought I would lose her, Devlin. It is what I deserved.’
‘Nonsense.’ Weak with relief, he stretched his stiff limbs. ‘She is through the illness, then?’
She nodded, her cheeks wet with tears.
While she had kept her anxious vigil, he had fallen asleep. Damned if he was not a useless sot. He stood up and, with a tentative hand, stroked the child’s hair.
He kissed the mother on the forehead. ‘Now you can get some sleep, as well. To bed, Madeleine, the babe can lie with us.’
He urged her up by her elbow and put an arm around her waist as he escorted her to the bed.
She looked about to protest.
He grinned. ‘Now don’t get in a twist. I’m too tired to remove my clothes and so are you. We will be as proper as peas.’
She removed her slippers and laid Linette on the bed. Devlin’s boots had long been tossed into a corner, as had his coat and waistcoat. He turned down the covers, and she crawled in. When he took his place next to her, he tucked her against him and promptly fell back to sleep.
When Madeleine woke, she was alone in the bed.
Linette. Where was Linette? She scrambled out of the covers and ran to the door.
Opening it, she saw Devlin seated at the table, Linette on his lap. The child giggled as she pulled on Devlin’s nose. Two dark curly heads so close together.
Devlin turned his head to escape the assault on his nose. He spied Madeleine. ‘Good morning, sleepyhead.’
‘Deddy’s nose,’ cried Linette, pushing Devlin’s head back with two chubby hands on his cheeks. Devlin pretended to resist.
‘Would you like some nourishment, miss?’ asked Bart, pulling out a chair for her.
She glimpsed Sophie perched on a stool near the kitchen alcove, looking smaller and more childlike than ever. Sophie jumped down and disappeared into the scullery.
‘Our girl has made a remarkable recovery, wouldn’t you say, Maddy?’
Hearing Devlin say ‘our girl’ gave her heart a lurch. Nor did the familiarity of him calling her Maddy escape her notice.
‘She seems fit,’ she agreed.
‘Mama!’ Linette scrambled off Devlin’s lap and flung herself into Madeleine’s. ‘I got Deddy’s nose!’
‘I