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treaty?” Julian repeated dubiously.
    “Yes,” she said. “In this agreement, you would be as the larger, stronger nation who agrees to protect the smaller, weaker one from invaders. In return, I, as the smaller but richer nation would help to restore the fortunes you lost to those who pillaged you. You see how this benefits both of us?”
    “Do you have any idea how much money I owe?” he asked.
    “Yes. You told me, remember? Twenty thousand pounds.”
    “Are you saying that you have twenty thousand?” he asked.
    “Well, no,” she replied. “I have only ten thousand, but surely that is enough to hold off your creditors and halt the foreclosure.”
    “How, Hen? How have you come by this money?” he asked, gaze narrowed.
    “After our . . . disagreement the other day, Lady Cheswick informed me that she intended to bequeath me with a large sum of money upon her passing. But after meeting you, she offered to augment my dowry in order to bring you up to scratch. She said it was enough to entice a minor nobleman.”
    “It is indeed,” Julian replied with a scowl. “There are any number of high-ranking gentleman who would jump at the chance to wed you.”
    “Do you honestly think I would wish that kind of marriage?” Henrietta scoffed. “If I did, and he turned out to be a fortune hunter, I could very well lose both my wealth and my freedom. If I wed you, however—”
    “If you wed me, you would lose your fortune for a certainty,” he answered with a harsh laugh.
    “That’s not how I see it, Julian. I view you as an investment. I wish to give you the money, but I would also expect something in return.”
    “And what is that?” he asked.
    “Your promise to bring your estate back to prosperity.”
    “You deserve better. You deserve a man worthy of your love. You should have wed Thomas Wiggington,” he replied. He jerked out of his chair and began pacing, his expression contorted with emotion. “I can’t tell you how many times I have wished that it was me and not him who fell that day.”
    Henrietta’s chest squeezed at Julian’s look of anguish. “But you are alive, Julian. And now I’m offering a way that we both could make the best of our bad situations. I love Shropshire, but I don’t wish to remain at home and raise my brother’s children, nor do I truly want to live as a spinster with some dour companion as my constant shadow. Neither of us is inclined to wed, but we both could gain something we desire from such an arrangement.”
    “What if I were to fail and lose all your money?” he asked.
    Henrietta debated telling him more, but this was Julian, a man she trusted as much as she would a brother. “It could be inconvenient for a time, but Lady Cheswick intends to leave me the bulk of her estate when she passes. I do not wish it on her, of course, but she is very old.”
    “So you propose a mariage de convenance ?” He eyed her speculatively. “Would you desire to reside in separate households?”
    “I think not. It would be exceedingly wasteful, don’t you agree?”
    “So you would make your home at Price Hall?”
    “Why not? Would it really be so terrible? The estate needs your attention.”
    He sighed. “I’m sorry, Hen, but I have been away a very long time. I’m accustomed to diversions that are not available in the country. I could not abide spending all of my time in Shropshire.”
    Alone with me. Her heart sank. Was the notion so very repugnant to him? Was that the source of his reluctance? It was then that she realized she’d neglected to take one major factor into consideration—Julian kept a mistress, and that mistress resided somewhere in town.
    As his wife, she could either turn a blind eye to the arrangement or request that he end the relationship, but that would require becoming his wife in every sense of the word. Did she desire that? More importantly, did he? She refused to ask because she simply couldn’t bear the thought of another rejection.
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