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“May we please stop talking about James?”
“Very well. I suppose we might as well return to your home, then.” Caroline reached behind her and placed a supporting hand on her lower back. “I don’t seem to have my usual energy these days.” Then she held out her black book, asking, “Would you mind holding this?”
“Certainly. Is it a journal?”
“Of a sorts. It’s my personal dictionary. When I come across a new word, I like to jot it down, along with its definition. Then, of course, I must use it in context, or I will certainly forget it.”
“How interesting,” Elizabeth murmured. “I should give it a try.”
Caroline nodded. “I wrote about you last night.”
“You did?”
She nodded again. “It’s right there on the last page. The last page I’ve written on, that is. Go ahead. I don’t mind if you’ve a look at it.”
Elizabeth flipped through the pages until she reached the last entry. It read:
in-ex-or-a-ble (adjective). Relentless; unyielding; implacable.
I fear that James will prove inexorable in his pursuit of Miss Hotchkiss.
“I fear it, too,” Elizabeth muttered.
“Well, ‘I fear’ was really just a phrase,” Caroline hastened to explain. “I certainly don’t fear it. In fact, if I am to be completely honest, I should have written that I hoped James would prove inexorable.”
Elizabeth looked at her new friend and fought the urge to groan. “Maybe we should just go home.”
“Very well, but if I might make one last point—”
“If it has to do with James, I’d really rather you didn’t.”
“It does, but I promise it’s the last. You see…” Caroline paused to scratch her chin, smiled sheepishly, then said, “I do this when I’m stalling for time.”
Elizabeth motioned with her hand toward the road home, and they began to walk. “I’m sure you’re going to tell me that James is a perfectly lovely man, and—”
“No, I wasn’t going to say that at all,” Caroline interrupted. “He’s perfectly insufferable, but you will have to trust me when I tell you that that is the best sort of man.”
“The kind you can’t live with?”
“No, the kind you can’t live without. And if you love him—”
“I don’t.”
“You do. I can see it in your eyes.”
“I don’t.”
Caroline waved her protest away. “You do. You just don’t realize it yet.”
“Caroline!”
“What I was trying to say is that even though James did a perfectly awful thing by not telling you his true identity, he did have his reasons, and none of them had anything to do with humiliating you. Of course,” Caroline added with a nod of her head, “I realize that is easy for me to say, since I am not the one who took marquis-marrying lessons from a marquis.…”
Elizabeth winced.
“But his intentions were honorable, I am sure of it. And once you get over your anger—your very valid and well-deserved anger”—Caroline looked over at Elizabeth to make certain she heard that part—“you will realize that you will be miserable without him in your life.”
Elizabeth tried to ignore her words, because she had a sinking suspicion that they were more accurate than she would have liked.
