Indignant women had hit him before, for much smaller cause.
He lifted her ladyshipâs unresisting hand. She was too shocked to resist, no doubt. He brought it not an inch below his lips, as was proper, but to his mouth. And he kissedâÂnot the air, as politeness required, but the unresisting hand. Lingeringly. And drank in the tantalizing trace of scent that was her and nobody and nothing else.
âFarewell, dear, dear lady,â he said. âThank you for a most entertaining morning. With any luck, weâll never meet again.â
He released her hand and stepped calmly out of the carriage, still smiling.
He closed the door and his smile faded. He thrust a coin at the dilatory coachman, warned him not to charge the ladies, shooed him back to his box, and stepped back onto the pavement.
Radford watched the coach trundle along Broad Street, and cursed himself.
C lara stared at the hand heâd kissed.
When sheâd touched him, the whirl of feelings startled her so, sheâd almost pulled away. She didnât know what to call them. All she knew was that it felt as though sheâd come in from the cold and reached out to warm her hands at a fire.
And then. And then . . .
She was not a child, and she wasnât as innocent as she ought to be, but when his hand closed over hers . . .
Longing and longing and longing.
Sheâd longed for things beforeâÂfreedom, adventure, forbidden books and placesâÂbut never for a manâs company. And this wasnât like the other kind of wanting. Those were perhaps no more than wishing. This was deep and aching and bewildering.
Stay , sheâd almost said.
Heâd stayed only another moment, only time enough to kiss her gloved hand and shatter her world.
It was the warmth of his mouth through the thin leather. That was all it took. Sheâd felt it race to her heart and make it beat faster, and she didnât know how he could do that and she couldnât ask him because heâd gone.
She remembered the boy, so long ago, whoâd said, âStay.â
âIt seems as though I did,â she murmured.
âMy lady?â
Clara looked up to find Davis watching her. âNothing.â
Davis smoothed her gloves. âWell, if nobody kills him soon, he stands a chance to be a judge or Lord Chancellor, or even a duke, and I daresay you can make something of him.â
âAs though Iâd want to.â Clara looked out of the window. Not that one could see anything through the scarred glass.
âCertainly not, my lady, of course. Not wise at all. Better to put the likes of him out of your ladyshipâs life. And easily done. Parliamentâs up today, and youâll be leaving for Cheshire the day after tomorrow.â
âDavis.â
âTonight will be the parties, and nearly everything is packed, everyone expecting it. Day after tomorrow we leave, and no danger of seeing him again.â
Clara turned away from the window to scowl at her maid. Not that it made an impression. Usually, Davis kept strictly to her place and held her tongue, not wanting to set bad examples for lesser servants. But sheâd been with Clara through any number of crises over the years. In private, or if under undue emotional strain, she allowed herself certain liberties associated with longevity, seniority, and the many confidences reposing in her bosom.
âIâm not going to Cheshire,â Clara said.
âI didnât think so,â Davis said.
âStop acting like him âÂall-Âwise and all-Âknowing. Itâs tiresome.â
âYes, my lady.â
âI will see this thing through.â
âYes, my lady.â
âTell the driver to take us to Kensington. I need to talk to Great-ÂAunt Dora.â
âNot in that dress,â Davis said. âMy lady.â
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Chapter Four
On Thursday, the King went in state to the House of Peers to prorogue