On the sand? Alexandra asked in astonishment.
He nodded. Yes. About the size of a gold sovereign. Ive never been so shocked in my life. He smiled faintly, remembering the heat of the sun on his shoulders, the sound of the surf crashing nearby, the pounding excitement in his heart as he had stared at the stone. A stream ran through there, joining the sea, and it had washed the ruby and several other stones down, depositing them on the beach. I found some other small rubies and a number of sapphires. So I started mining the stream and the area around it. And that is how the tea plantation became my secondary business.
So you own a ruby mine?
Mostly sapphires. But I sold it before I moved back to England. I kept the plantation because I had a very good manager, but the minewell, I find, like you, that things dont run very well without ones personal effort. He shot her an amused glance.
You have lived a very exciting life. It was no wonder, she thought, that a dangerous air clung to him.
Thorpe shrugged. I have done what I had to do.
Alexandra raised a brow. You have to admit that you have done things few of the rest of us havelived in exotic lands, shot tigers, found gemstones littering the sands.
He chuckled. It sounds more exciting than it seemed at the time. Then it mostly seemed like heat and sweat and trying to escape death.
That is what my uncle says about the War. He says everyone always wants to think of it as romantic and brave and daring, but mostly it was dirt and sweat and fear.
The War?
Yes. You know. That small war thirty-odd years ago in America
Ah, yes. He quirked a smile. The conflict in the colonies. Fortunately, I wasnt in the tea business at the time.
Alexandra chuckled. You take, I see, a large view of world affairs.
Thorpe went to his safe, unlocked it and took out two packets of soft cloth. He laid them on his desk and unwrapped the first one. On the velvet lay an old necklace. Seven separate pieces of enameled gold dangled from the circlet by separate strings of emerald beads.
Its beautiful. It looks quite old. Alexandra leaned closer.
It is. Its called a satratana. Each of these sections represents a planet in the Indian astrological system.
Fascinating, Alexandra murmured. It is such beautiful workmanship.
He unrolled the other cloth, revealing a necklace of startling beauty made of sapphires and diamonds, with a large sapphire pendant hanging from the center.
Are these from your mine? Alexandra asked.
Thorpe suppressed a smile. Every other woman who had seen the necklace had practically salivated over it, caressing the jewels and holding it up to her throat. He supposed it should not surprise him that Miss Ward seemed more interested in the background of the jewels.
Yes. Perversely, he found himself wanting to see the jewels around her neck, though she had not asked.
Was this a gift to your wife?
I have no wife. I intended this piece for no one, he answered harshly, pushing aside the memory of the woman whose neck he had envisioned it on, knowing even as he did so that he would never see it.
He began to roll the necklace up in its velvet, then paused and looked at her consideringly. Did you think I had a wife and yet was He glanced toward the doorway.
Making advances to me?
Yes, making advances to you in my own wifes home. You must think me a very low creature.
Alexandra shrugged. I know nothing about you, sir. I mean, my lord. You were, after all, intimating that I was putting myself in danger by being alone with you. If you are the sort to take advantage of a woman alone, I would suppose the fact of a wife would not stop you.
He winced. You dont pull your punches, do you?
I try not to. Alexandra softened her words with a smile, a dimple peeking in one cheek. Actually, I did not think you were the sort. But I have always found it best not to assume too much.
Mm. He wrapped the other necklace and returned them to the safe.
Where is the original ruby? Alexandra asked. Did you keep it?
He smiled at her intuition. Yes. Would you like to see it?
Very muchif you dont mind showing it to me.
He reached into the safe again and pulled out a small pouch. Bringing it to where Alexandra stood, he opened the pouch and turned it upside down. The uncut ruby rolled into his hand. Im afraid its not as impressive as the necklace. Its not polished or cut. I left it as it was.
Alexandra smiled with something like approval. That is exactly what I would have done.
He held it out to her, and she took it, holding it in her palm and looking at it from this angle, then that, and finally handed it back to him. He replaced the ruby in its bag and closed it up in the safe. He turned to her. Normally he would have shown a visitor no more than what he already had, if that much. But he found himself wanting to show her more. He took her arm.
Come upstairs. I will show you the India room.
They climbed the wide, curving staircase to the next floor. Alexandra knew that this must be the floor on which the family bedrooms and more private sitting rooms lay, and it made her feel a little odd to be here alone with him. But she put the thought aside; she was not going to allow proprieties to spoil her enjoyment of this day. She had waited for years, it seemed, for a chance to view the kind of things Lord Thorpe was showing her.
Thorpe ushered her into a room, and Alexandra let out an exclamation of pleasure. The entire room had been given over to India. Huge jewel-toned cushions were scattered around the floor, which was softened by a wine-colored rug in the stylized Mogul fashion. Precisely realistic portraits of men in Indian dress hung on the walls, along with two more ornate swords. A chest of beaten brass, a low, round table of intricately carved wood and several pedestals and shelves held more treasures. There was a large head of Buddha made from gold and decorated with jewels. A vase of obvious antiquity filled with long, lovely peacock feathers stood on the floor, and several other pieces of pottery, some painted or gilded, others glazed, sat atop pedestals. There were ivory and jade statues of various animals, from elephants to tigers to coiling cobras, as well as figures of Hindu gods and goddesses and legendary heroes. Alexandra could not resist picking up first this one, then that, running her finger over the delicate carving.
Theyre beautiful, she breathed. Look at this knife. She picked up a small, curved knife with an ivory hilt carved into the figure of a tiger, smoothing her finger over the hilt. It seems odd that there would be such beauty expended on a thing of destruction.
Thorpe watched her as she examined the things in the cabinet. Her face glowed as if lit from within, making her even more beautiful. He wondered if she would glow like that, her eyes soft and lambent, when she was making love. He knew, with a heat low in his abdomen, that it was something he would like to discover. Her fingers moved over the objects sensually, as though she gained as much enjoyment from touching them as from looking at them. Thorpe imagined the cool, smooth feel of the jade and ivory beneath her skin. He imagined, too, the warmth of Alexandras skin as she touched them, the softness and the faint texture, and the fire deep in his loins grew. This was a woman who used and enjoyed her senses, a woman who could dwell in the physical plane as easily as the intellectual. Nor did she try to hide her pleasure behind a cool mask of sophistication. She would be a passionate lover, he thought, as uninhibited in bed as she was in her speech, as eager to taste all the pleasures of lovemaking as she was to enjoy the beauty of his works of art.