No, he murmured. I think I have it wrongtis you who are dangerous. He took a breath and released it, letting her go as he stepped back. I will bid you adieu, my lady. He removed himself another step, then flashed a grin at her as he said, We will meet again. I promise it.
With that he turned and walked away, though Callie noticed that he paused in the shadow of a tree two doors down and turned back to watch her. It warmed her to realize that he was waiting to see that she got safely inside, while at the same time protecting her reputation by not appearing with her. Hiding a smile, she trotted up the few steps to Francescas door. Taking a breath to calm her racing heart, she reached up and knocked.
Silence followed her knock, and for the first time it occurred to her that Francesca might not be at home. She could, indeed, still be at Aunt Odelias party. After all, clearly Lord Bromwell had just been walking home. Or, of course, everyone in the house could already be asleep.
She reminded herself that eventually someone would hear the knock and answer the door, even if the household was abed. Francescas butler would recognize her and let her in, however odd he might find her appearance on their doorstep at this hour.
Still, she was relieved when the door opened after a moment to reveal a slightly disheveled footman. At first he opened the door only a few inches; at the sight of only a young woman on the doorstep, his eyebrows flew up and he pulled the door wider.
Miss? he asked, looking bewildered.
Lady Calandra Lilles, Callie told him, putting on her most dignified face.
He appeared a trifle dubious, but at that moment Francescas butler appeared behind him, nightcap on and wrapped in a dressing gown. My lady! he exclaimed, then said sharply to the footman, Step back, Cooper, and let her ladyship in.
I am sorry to appear at such a late hour, Fenton, Callie told the butler as she stepped inside.
Oh, my lady, do not even think such a thing, Fenton replied. You are always welcome in this house. Cooper will show you to the yellow sitting room while I inform Lady Haughston that you are here.
With a bow for her and a sharp nod to the footman, the butler bustled off up the stairs. Callie followed the footman into the small sitting room down the hall. It was not the grandest of the receiving rooms, but she knew that the small room was Francescas favorite, its windows facing the tiny side garden and open to the morning sunlight. Also, because of its size, it was still rather warm from the banked coals of the evening fire.
Callie went to the fireplace to take advantage of its lingering warmth. Only a few moments passed before Francesca hurried into the room, tying the sash of her brocade dressing gown as she came. Her long blond hair tumbled down her back, and her pretty porcelain face was marred with a worried frown.
Callie? What happened? she asked, striding forward, hands outstretched. Is something the matter?
Oh! No! Callie answered, abashed. I am so sorryI did not think. I did not mean to alarm you. There is nothing wrong.
Relief washed over Francescas face. Thank heaven! I thoughtwell, I am not sure what I thought. Her face pinkened a little, and she let out a deprecatory chuckle. I am sorry. You must think me foolish.
Oh, no, Callie hastened to reassure her. Indeed, it is I who is foolish. I should not have come here at this hour. Tis only natural to assume that there is something wrong. I apologize for alarming you.
Francesca airily waved her apology away. Come, sit down. Would you like some tea?
No, I have already put your household in enough of a stir, Callie answered. I am fine.
She sat down on the edge of a chair, and Francesca took the end of the love seat at right angles to her, looking at her with a concerned air.
Are you really? Francesca asked astutely. I take it there is not an emergency, but She looked around speakingly. Did you come here alone?
Callie nodded. Yes. I know it was not the safest thing to do, but I justI could not stay in that house a moment longer!
Francesca looked startled. Lilles House?
Callie nodded. I am sorry to burst in on you at this hour. You must wish me at the devil, but I did not know where else to turn.
But of course you can come to me, Francesca told her, reaching out to take her hand. And do not worry about the hour. I had not retired, anyway. I was just brushing out my hair. And there is nothing Fenton loves like a little excitement. I shouldnt wonder if he will come in here in a few minutes with tea and cakes.
You are very kind. Callie smiled, then added, a little shyly, You know, I have always thought of you as, well, almost a sister.
Francescas face softened, and she squeezed the younger womans hand. Why, thank you, dear. I am touched. I have often felt the same way about you.
Once, Callie told her somewhat ruefully, I actually thought that you were going to become my sister. I cannot remember why, precisely, but I thought so for some weeksuntil Sinclair set me straight, of course. I was very young.
A silence fell on them. Callie knew that Francesca was puzzled but politely waiting for her to explain her appearance after midnight.
Callie sighed. I am sorry. Now that I am here, Im not sure what to say. She paused, then went on, The fact is, Sinclair and I had a terrific row this evening.
Francescas eyes opened wide. You and Rochford? Why, what happened? I thought that the two of you got along so well.
We do, generally, Callie allowed. But tonight She stopped, reluctant to air her family disagreements, even to someone she had known all her life.
You need not tell me if you dont want to, Francesca assured her kindly. We can just talk aboutoh, Lady Odelias party, for instance. It was quite a success, wouldnt you say?
Yes, it was. Callie grinned at the other woman. And you are the consummate hostess. But I need to tell you. I must tell someone, and II think that perhaps you could help me, if you are willing to.
Why, of course, Francesca replied, her curiosity fully aroused now. Just tell me, then. Do not worry about dressing it up nicely. I have known your brother even longer than I have known you, and I dare swear nothing you tell me will shock me.
Oh, it is not shocking, Callie hastened to tell her. It is all quite ordinary, really. It is just that I have never known Sinclair to be so, well, so high-handed.
Ah.
Well, at least, not with me, Callie went on. He was excessively rude to a gentleman with whom I danced, a man whom even Grandmother said was a perfectly acceptable suitor. And he treated mehe treated me as if I were a child! Heat rose in Callies cheeks at the memory, and her voice roughened with the remembered shame and anger. I know I should not have been out on the terrace with him, but it was not the earls fault. Indeed, he helped me with a man who was being importunate. But Rochford would not even let me explain. He just told me to leave, as if I were a five-year-old being sent to her room without supper. I was humiliated.
I am sure you were, Francesca sympathized. No doubt Rochford will realize, when he has had a chance to calm down
Oh, pray, do not take his part, too! Callie cried.