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“Good night, Jasper.”
He nodded and then turned to Samuel. “Tomorrow, then?”
Samuel didn’t smile, but he inclined his head. “Tomorrow.”
Jasper gave an ironic salute and then strolled off down the street. Despite her admonition to return to the ball, apparently he had other plans. But that was none of her business. Emeline shrugged and turned, only to find that Samuel was much closer behind her than she’d expected.
She pursed her lips. “May we leave now?”
“As you wish.” He stepped aside and gestured to the waiting carriage steps.
Emeline was forced to brush against him to climb the steps. Which was what he intended, no doubt. Men could be so transparent when they wanted to show mastery. As she mounted the first step, she felt his hand grasp her elbow. His body was right behind hers, almost indecently near. She darted a look at him, and his mouth twitched.
Awful man.
Emeline settled herself in the carriage seat and watched as he knocked on the roof and sat down next to his sister.
She looked thoughtfully at the fading bruises on his jaw. “You were in a fight recently.”
He merely raised his eyebrows.
She pointed with her chin. “Those marks on your jaw. Someone hit you.”
“Samuel?” Rebecca was staring at her brother, too, now.
“It’s nothing,” he said.
“You keep so much of yourself hidden from me, don’t you?” Rebecca whispered. “Most of yourself, in fact.”
His eyebrows drew together. “Becca—”
“No.” She turned her face to the window. “I’m too tired to argue tonight.”
“I’m sorry,” he said.
Rebecca gave a great sigh as if the weight of the world rested on her shoulders. “I didn’t even get to dance.”
Samuel looked at Emeline as if for help, but she was no more in sympathy with him than his sister. She stared out the black window, watching her own reflection. She noticed that the small lines about her mouth made her look particularly old tonight.
They traveled the remainder of the journey home in silence, the carriage rocking and swaying as it rattled through the nighttime London streets. By the time they pulled up in front of her house, Emeline felt stiff and sore and as if she’d be quite happy never to attend another ball in her life. The carriage door opened, and the footman pulled down the metal steps. Samuel got out and helped his sister descend. Rebecca didn’t wait but immediately ran up the steps to her brother’s town house and disappeared inside. Samuel stared after her, frowning, but didn’t move to follow. He held out his hand to Emeline.
She inhaled and carefully placed her fingertips in his. Despite her precaution, he pulled her close as she stepped down.
“Ask me in,” he murmured as she passed him.
Cheek! She made the cobblestones in front of her own home and attempted to withdraw her hand. He wouldn’t let her. She raised her head and met his eyes. His were slightly narrowed, his mouth a determined horizontal line.
“Mr. Hartley,” she said coldly. “Will you come inside for a moment? I have a painting in my sitting room that I would like to have your opinion on.”
He nodded and released her hand. But he followed her closely as she mounted the steps to her house, as if he suspected a trick.
Inside, Emeline gave her wrap to Crabs. “Prepare the sitting room, please.”
Crabs had been with her since before her marriage, and in all those years, Emeline had yet to see him surprised. Tonight was no different.
“My lady.” The butler snapped his fingers, and two footmen ran to begin lighting candles and setting the fire.
o;This is Miss Hartley,” Lady Emeline said coolly. “Mr. Hartley’s sister.”
