Most of all, she could not deny the sensations that rushed up in her in response to this manthe flutter in her stomach when he smiled at her, the strange heat that crept through her when his gaze settled on her. It was disturbing, even a little frightening, that a man she hated could make her feel soso fizzy and unaccountably warm.
And why had he kept looking at her? After that first unnerving moment when she had been pierced by the sensation that he had somehow figured out who she was, Megan had noticed him sneaking glances at her as the three of them talked. There was a certain warmth in his eyes that she knew denoted an appreciation of her face and figure, but there was something else, as well, a questioning, considering quality that she could not quite understand.
She told herself that he was curious about her only because it was odd for a woman to tutor two boys. Even knowing his mothers espoused causes, he would have to wonder about Megan for applying for the position. It was unorthodox.
He could not suspect her true reason for being here. It had been ten years since he had killed Dennis; he surely would not connect her arrival with that.
As for the interest in his eyes when he looked at her, there was nothing remarkable in that. She had heard a number of tales of wealthy employers trying to seduceor even force their attentions upongovernesses and maidservants. It meant nothing other than that she could add vile seducer to his list of sins.
Theo presented his arm to Megan, smiling. Well, Miss Henderson? Shall I give you the grand tour?
Megan pulled herself from her worried thoughts and pasted a smile on her lips. Of course, uh, my lord. I would appreciate it very much.
She hesitated for an instant, then stepped forward and slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow. His arm was rock solid beneath her fingertips, and even though she kept her hand as lightly on his arm as she could, it was impossible not to feel the firm muscle beneath his jacket.
You have trouble with my lord? he asked as they strolled through the garden. I find Americans often do.
Megan cast a look up at him. He was gazing down at her, not quite smiling, but his green eyes were alight with life and amusement. Megan realized that it suddenly seemed more difficult to breathe.
What was the matter with her all of a sudden? Why did this man affect her so strangely? She had never felt so tongue-tied and nervous, so unsure of herself.
I always tell them just to call me Moreland if it makes them feel better. Or Theo.
Oh, I could not do that, Megan said hastily, then mentally castigated herself for sounding so missish.
As you like, he replied equably, guiding her around toward the side of the house, where they entered by a different door from the one Megan and the duchess had taken earlier.
This is the gallery, Theo told her. One wall of the long hall was a bank of windows overlooking the garden. The opposite wall held portrait after portrait. Countless generations of former dukes, Theo explained carelessly, gesturing toward the paintings. Nothing much of interest here, although it makes a great long expanse for rolling hoops down or turning cartwheels.
Activities of the twins? Megan asked, smiling. She could well picture the boys using the grand, somber gallery for such occupations.
For all of us at one time or another, Theo replied. I fear Reed and I were rather like the twins when we were young. Of course, we were not able to communicate with one another without words as Con and Alex can, which I suppose put us at a disadvantage in the area of creating trouble. And we didnt have quite the number of animals to add to the mixMother blames me for that.
Oh? Did you bring them Rufus?
No. Reed was responsible for him. Alex and Con found him in the woods near Reeds house last fall, rather badly torn up. An old farmer there patched him up for them and nursed him back to health. Then they brought him back here to terrorize the household. But I am the one who sent them the parrot and the boa and a number of other unseemly pets.
Indeed? Those are rather unusual pets.
I travel a good deal, Theo responded. Only the fear of Mothers wrath keeps me from sending back more. I wanted to bring them a koala bear from Australia, but then I would have had to transplant eucalyptus trees for them to eat, as well, so I gave it up.
Thats fascinating. Where else have you been? Megan kept her voice light and casual, though her heart sped up a little at finding herself so quickly on the threshold of the subject matter in which she was interested.
Africa, China, the United States. India.
South America? Megan suggested.
He looked off into the distance, and something in his face changed subtly, hardened. Yes. There, too. Went searching for the headwaters of the Amazon.
And did you find them? Megan watched him carefully, alert for even the most subtle signs.
Theo shrugged. Megan was about to ask him another question, but as they reached the end of the gallery and turned into the large open area of the foyer, Theo caught sight of a woman coming down the stairs, and he lifted his hand in greeting.
Thisbe! He turned toward Megan, saying, Come. You must meet my sister Thisbe.
Megan swallowed her irritation at the interruption and walked with him to the elegant staircase. She studied the woman coming down the steps.
She was tall and slender, as the duchess had been, but her hair was the rich black of Theos, and her eyes were an equally vivid green. Small spectacles perched on her narrow nose. She was dressed plainly in a dark skirt and white shirtwaist. Megan noticed that one cuff was ink-stained, and there was a smudge of something greenish on the blouse. She wore an abstracted look, but it vanished as she saw Theo, and she smiled broadly, her face lighting up.
Theo! She held out both her hands. I havent seen you in she frowned well, in a long time.
That is because you have been locked in your shed out there for the better part of two days, her brother replied teasingly, taking her hands in his and smiling down fondly into her face. What have you been doing?
Experiments, she replied. Ive been corresponding with a scientist in France regarding the effects of carbolic acid on
Theo raised his hands as if in surrender. No. Please. You know I wont understand a word of what you say.
Heathen, Thisbe retorted without heat.
Theo turned toward Megan, saying, I am the only member of my family who dislikes education.
No, not education. You merely dislike books, Thisbe put in. She smiled at her brother and then at Megan. And writing. He is the most dreadful correspondentwhich is really quite horrid, as he is off traveling most of the time. She extended her hand to Megan. Hello, I am Thisbe Robinson, Theos twin.
Im sorry, Theo said. You can see that I am equally abysmal with social skills. Thisbe, please allow me to introduce you to the twins new tutor, Miss Henderson.
Thisbe looked faintly surprised, then pleased, and shook Megans hand heartily. What a splendid idea. I am sure that a woman will deal much better with the boys. Have you met them yet?
Yes. Megan smiled at Thisbe. She could not help but like the woman, whose candid, unaffected manner was very refreshing, especially compared to the other upper-crust women whom Megan had met, both English and American.