The two boys, who had a healthy respect for Cook and the great metal cleaver she had threatened to use on the next devilish serpent that entered her domain, cast an alarmed glance at each other and started off at a run toward the kitchens.
Hallo, Thisbe. Liv. Have you been out this evening? Kyria cast a glance at Olivias hat.
Yes. How did youoh! Olivia realized that she had not removed her cloak and bonnet. She glanced back at the footman, who was still hovering behind her. Im sorry, Chambers. I quite forgot.
Perfectly all right...miss. The footman had to force out the last word. He had not been here long, and it was still difficult for him to address Olivia with the egalitarian miss that she preferred instead of the my lady to which shed been born.
Olivia handed him her cloak and hat and turned back to her sisters. Kyria had sauntered down the last few steps to the bottom of the staircase, but she still towered over Olivia by several inches, as did the willowy, dark-haired Thisbe. Olivia was dishearteningly accustomed to it. She was the only one in her family who was not tall, except for her great-uncle Bellard.
Where are you off to? she asked Kyria, who carried an elegant satin evening cloak over her arm.
Lady Westerfields soiree, Kyria answered. It will probably be quite dull, but it was the best of the offerings tonight. She sighed. The season is almost over.
Oh, my, and whatever will you do? Thisbe said with a large dose of sarcasm.
Kyria raised a brow at her sister. Really, Thisbe, one doesnt have to mess about with chemicals to lead a worthwhile life.
Of course not. But with your abilities, one ought
It was a long-standing argumentor discussion, as their mother preferred to call itbetween the sober-minded Thisbe and her flamboyant, fun-loving younger sister, and Olivia cut in quickly to ward it off. Kyria?
Yes, dear? Kyria turned back to Olivia. She never minded her little tussles with Thisbe; in fact, she rather enjoyed them. But she was well aware that Olivia hated to see anyone in her family quarrel.
Do you knowhave you ever met Lord St. Leger?
Do you mean the new one? Or Roderick?
Ithe new one, I suppose. Who is Roderick?
He was Lord St. Leger, but he died, oh, about a year ago. A hunting accident, as I remember.
Well, no, this man was very much alive.
You met him? Tonight? Kyrias brows went up with interest. Is he handsome?
Well, yes, I suppose one could say that. He has, well, rather devastating gray eyes, almost silver, one would say, if one were inclined to say things like that.
I see. Kyrias eyes turned speculative. Well, Im afraid I dont know much about him. I have never met him. He came back to take over the title after his brother died, but hes been living on the estate ever since he returned. There has been a great deal of speculation about him, of course, because he is unmarried and something of a catch. Apparently he has been living in the United States for the past few years and made a fortune there. I didnt know he was even in London. How did you meet him?
He was at a séance that I went to tonight.
Hes one of those? Thisbe asked with scorn.
No. He doesnt seem to believe in it at all. Im not sure why he was there, really, but he mistook me for an accomplice of the medium! Her voice rose in remembered indignation.
No! Why?
I had gotten up to go to the mediums cabinet and open it to show her untied and holding up those silly pictures she doesbut then he grabbed me, and of course it was all ruined.
He grabbed you?
Yes, by the arm. You see, he thought I was going to put on a ghost act myself. And of course there was a tremendous hubbub about it, and they ejected us from the séance.
Laughter bubbled up from Kyrias throat. Oh my. That must have been quite a scene.
Yes. But the thing is... Olivia hesitated, and her sisters attention sharpened.
The thing is? Thisbe prodded, and Kyria took Olivias arm and guided her over to a bench against the wall of the entry. Gesturing for the footman, she handed him her cloak and motioned him away, then sat down on the bench with Olivia, Thisbe providing the opposite bookend.
What is it? Kyria questioned her in a low voice. Are youwell, have you developed any feeling for this man?
Kyria! Olivia gave her a horrified look. No! How can you ask that? I just met him.
Sometimes it does not take long, Thisbe, usually the most pragmatic and logical of the sisters, interjected.
The thing is...well, when he grabbed my wrist, it jolted me. I actually screamed, I was so surprised. And scared.
Of course. Who wouldnt be? Kyria sympathized.
But then they lit the lamp and I saw who my captor was, and the oddest thing happened. Even though I did not know him at all, and even though he was looking at me quite fiercely, I was no longer afraid.
Well, I suppose you saw that he was a gentleman and not a ghost or some such. It is what we cannot see that is the most fearsome, ofttimes, Thisbe said.
But it was more than that. I felt the oddest sensation. This sort of tingle ran up my arm, and for just an instant I feltoh, I dont know. This sounds mad, I know, but I felt as if I knew him. Yet at the same time I was sure that I had never seen him before. Of course then he made me quite irritated, and the feeling fled. But still...there was that instant. I dont know what to make of it.
For a moment both sisters looked at her. Then Thisbe said calmly, Its chemistry.
What?
That moment of attraction. It is all a chemical reaction. Im convinced of it. I remember the moment I met Desmond. I have never been so startled in my life by the shiver that ran through me when he turned his eyes to mine. And when he reached out and touched my arm, I felt it all through me. Chemistry.
No! Im not going to marry the man! Olivia cried out in protest. I told you, I scarcely know him. He was perfectly odious, too. Not only did he ruin my chance to expose that dreadful Mrs. Terhune, but then he had the audacity to call us the mad Morelands. Right to my face!
No! Kyrias green eyes flamed with anger.
But Thisbe shrugged philosophically. They all do. Its their narrow minds. One really has to feel sorry for them.
Well, I dont, Kyria said. I give them a piece of my mind. And if that is the sort of man Lord St. Leger is, then you are better not to feel anything for him. She reached out and took Olivias hand. Come with me to the soiree, Livvy. Well search for a gentleman good enough for youwell, thats not possible, I suppose, but at least one who measures up as well as a man can.
Olivia gave her a faint smile. No. Really, Kyria. Im not interested in Lord St. Leger or any other man. I am fine just as I am. I enjoy what I do, and a gentleman would only interfere. She smiled over at Thisbe. Men such as Desmond are few and far between, Im afraid. To find a man who respects ones mind and ones career, even shares itwell, rare isnt even the word for such a man. She sighed unconsciously.
Beside her, Kyria echoed the sigh. Then she summoned up her usual glittering smile. It is just as well that I decided never to marry, isnt it? Still, there is fun to be had. Please, do come with me.