Sophia James - A Secret Consequence For The Viscount

She had sent Lucy away today, back to Millbrook, just so that as a mother she might understand the road she must now travel.

Towards him or away? The quick squeeze of his fingers against hers brought her eyes up to his own, an emotion there she could not interpret.

‘A lack of memory is a hard taskmaster,’ he whispered, ‘because sometimes I imagine...’ He stopped.

‘What? What do you imagine?’

‘That I have danced with you before.’

She looked away and hated the lump that had formed in the back of her throat.

The night lights of the city had glowed through the large sashed windows of his town house as he had taken her into his arms and danced her to his bed.

Please remember, she thought. Please remember and love me. Then Mr Dromorne’s face at the side of the floor came into view, watching with eyes that held no warmth whatsoever and as the music ran down into the final notes Nicholas escorted her back to her brother.

She did not see him again that evening, but knew he had gone into the card room because the whispers of his luck there began to float into the salon.

An hour later when Rose pleaded tiredness, Eleanor was more than grateful to accompany her home.

* * *

Nicholas sat with a whisky in his room and listened to the clock strike the hour of five. The fire in the grate was still ablaze for he had fed it for all the small hours of the early morning with the coal piled near the hearth in a shining copper holder.

Eleanor Huntingdon was asleep somewhere in the house and close. He wished they could talk again. He wished he could see her smile and hear her clever honest words.

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