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She hunched her shoulders. Lifted her teacup and took a large gulp, as though hoping it could wash away a nasty taste.
‘It is true,’ he said, provocatively, ‘that you are obliging me to enter a state I would not willingly have walked into for some considerable time—’
‘I am not! I am trying to think of a way out for you. While all you are doing is—’
He cut through her latest objection. ‘But I would have had to marry somebody, some day. Because I must produce an heir.’
For a moment it looked as though Clare’s tea was in danger of going down the wrong way.
‘Yes,’ he drawled. ‘That is one very real function you could fulfil just as well as a titled, wealthy, beautiful woman.’ He reached across the table and stroked the back of her wrist, where it lay beside the plate of bread and butter.
‘Oh!’ She snatched her hand away.
‘Yes, Clare, you could be the mother of my child.’ And what a mother she would be. He couldn’t see her taking to drink when she didn’t get her own way. Nor taking lovers, nor only visiting the nursery when she wanted to complain about his behaviour and telling her child that he was the spawn of his father and that the sight of his face made her sick to her stomach.
‘Oh,’ she said again in a rather softer voice, her eyes taking on a faraway look as though she, too, was imaging a child they could create together.
And then her face turned an even deeper shade of red and she began squirming so much he decided it was time to give her thoughts another direction.
‘Possibly, I should have looked for a woman with all the qualities you listed. And a very tedious business,’ he said, with a grimace of genuine distaste, ‘it would have been making my choice from all the many candidates for the privilege.’
She gasped. ‘How can you be so arrogant?’
He raised one eyebrow at her. ‘You yourself have already pointed out that I could have had my pick of society’s finest specimens of feminine perfection. I was only agreeing with you.’
‘You—how typical of you to turn my own words against me like that.’
‘Indeed,’ he said affably. ‘And you should have expected it, knowing me as well as you do. I have no shame, have I?’ He’d added that last when she opened her mouth as if to say it. ‘But never mind. There is no point in us quarrelling over this. Just accept that I am relieved that you have saved me a great deal of bother.’
‘You…you…’
‘Yes, and now I come to think of it,’ he said, leaning back in his chair and looking her up and down speculatively, ‘I may as well tell you that I don’t mind having to marry you as much as you seem to think.’ Not at all, to be truthful. But whenever had being truthful got him anywhere with Clare?
‘Rubbish,’ she said. ‘I know full well that I am not fit to become your marchioness.’
‘Why not? You are the daughter of a gentleman. Besides, I have known you all my life.’
‘Exactly! You know we are not at all suited.’
That was only her opinion. ‘On the contrary. With you there will be no surprises. You could never fool me into thinking you would be a compliant wife by being all sweet and syrupy whenever we meet, then turning into a shrew the minute I got the ring on your finger. Which could happen with any woman I got to know during a London Season. No,’ he said, smiling at her in a challenging way as her little mouth pursed up in the way it always did when she was attempting to hold back a scathing retort. ‘I already know that you are a shrew. That the last thing anyone could accuse you of being is compliant.’
Her hand tightened on the handle of her teacup.
‘Are you planning on throwing that at my head?’
She deliberately unclenched her fingers and tucked her hands into her lap.
‘Good, then, if we are finished here, may I suggest we get on our way?’
‘Our…our way?’ Once again, she looked slightly lost and bewildered. ‘Where to?’
‘London, of course. It is where I was going when I stopped here for a change of horses. I have pressing business there.’ He had to report back to his friends on the progress he’d made so far with investigating the disappearance of some jewellery from not only Lady Harriet Inskip’s aunt, but also from the family of his chaplain, Thomas Kellet.
