when she saw him—and he her! I was standing right beside her, and knew with dismaying certainty that very instant that theirs would be a Fatal Passion!”
“Why dismayed?” his sister asked. “The Seagraves are connected to an earldom, are they not?”
Adam shifted his gaze to Helena. Her lips parted in a half smile, her eyes glowing, her whole face and body radiated the dynamic intensity that had struck him when she smiled at him in the lawyer’s office. A vibrancy so luminous one actually did not notice the thinness of her face and frame.
But more than that, she looked happy. A deep sense of satisfaction settled in his gut and he offered a swift prayer of thanks that despite their inauspicious beginning, the ladies were obviously now on cordial terms.
Quietly he retraced his steps. Since he was promised to dine at his club anyway, he’d leave Helena to bask in Lady Darnell’s memories of her mother and consult his stepmother about her future later.
HALF AN HOUR LATER, Adam entered White’s. His return from the army was still recent enough that several gentlemen, former Oxford mates or London acquaintances whom he’d not yet seen, came up to greet him, slowing his progress to the dining room where his best friend Bennett Dixon awaited him.
Dix rose and tossed down his newspaper as Adam approached. “At last! I’d about given you up!”
After shaking his friend’s hand, Adam threw himself into the chair opposite. “Sorry. I was skirmishing with the account books and lost track of time.”
Beckoning to a waiter, Dix nodded. “Devil of a job, bookkeeping. Hope you won the battle.”
“Barely. Johnson wrote informing me that the roof of the dining parlor at Claygate leaks. Not wishing to scare off the new tenants who will soon arrive, ’tis imperative to repair it. I can’t afford to lose the rent.” Sighing, he shook his head. “And to think, I used to believe all I need do was get my carcass back to England before some Frog dragoon skewered it, and all would be well.”
After ordering dinner, Dix looked back at Adam, sympathy in his gaze. “A bloody shame, your father wasting away as he did. Stands to reason everything went awry, with no hand on the helm for so many years.”
“Enough bleating about finances. Let me tell you the most exceptional news.” After pausing to sip his wine, Adam recounted the circumstances behind the arrival of Helena Lambarth. “So,” he concluded, “after collecting her from the lawyer a few hours ago, I conveyed her home.”
“How old did you say she is?”
Adam swallowed another sip. “Twenty.”
“Twenty! And unmarried?” Dix’s eyes immediately brightened. “Is she attractive?”
Adam recalled the response she’d briefly sparked in him. Still, he could hardly describe her as a Beauty. “I doubt she’ll ever be accounted a Diamond, though I’m confident her appearance can be improved. You see—” he glanced around to confirm that no one was near enough to overhear “—the poor girl has been ill-nourished and badly treated. Indeed, my stepmother about had palpitations when she first saw her. However, learning that she must assist the chit in acquiring a complete new wardrobe soon rallied Bellemere’s spirits. We don’t yet know whether the girl will wish or be able to go about in Society, so don’t mention her existence to anyone just yet.”
Dix nodded. “You can rely on my discretion.” After suspending the conversation while their waiter served dinner, he continued, “No wonder you’re in a pucker, having this additional charge placed on your income.”
Adam chuckled. “Not a bit! Apparently the chit has been left quite a lot of money, which she insists upon using to purchase her own kit. Rather an…independent sort,” he said, having difficulty finding words to adequately convey Helena’s unusual essence.
“An heiress, eh? Maybe I need to take a look! Unless you have an interest there yourself.”
Dismissing the brief flare of warmth that question generated, Adam laughed outright. “Heavens, no! Even if I did, ’twould hardly be fitting, with her practically my ward. Nor would I encourage you to dangle after her. Helena’s father treated her with such severity that, at the moment, she’s very wary of men. No, the solution to my financial woes will have to come from some other quarter. In fact, I have someone in mind and wish your opinion.”
Dix nodded. “Hate to see anyone forced into leg shackles, but one can’t allow the family holdings to be sold off. So, who is the heiress you’re considering?”
“Miss Priscilla Standish.”
Din gave a low whistle. “Setting your sights rather high! Rumor says Miss Standish has refused a number of eligible offers these last few Seasons. Don’t know the chit myself—I don’t run in the elevated circles her family frequents! Her parents are said to be regular Tartars, especially the mother, but since the girl’s fortune exceeds that of any other maiden in the Marriage Mart, I suppose they can be particular. What makes you think you’ve a chance to win this female Golden Ball?”
Adam shrugged. “We were neighbors growing up. She always had a fondness for me.”
“A childhood attachment—that’s an advantage no other contender can boast,” Dix approved. “That might do it, for even the officious Mrs. Standish can’t fault your breeding. And the chit’s fortune is certainly large enough to offset your lack of one. Am I to wish you happy, then?”
Adam laughed. “That would be a bit premature! I’ve not even called on her yet, and I haven’t seen her in years. She, or Mrs. Standish, may show me the door—for being the fortune hunter I am.” Adam feared his light tone wouldn’t entirely mask his bitterness at being forced into that role.
“It isn’t ‘fortune hunting’ when the suitor is well-born, handsome and of superior character!” his friend returned loyally.
“Thank you,” Adam replied, the sting slightly eased. “But ’tis what I am for all that. Still, if I can steel myself to perform my duty with dispatch, I may be able to provide enough of a dowry that Charis, at least, will not have to concern herself with finances when ’tis her turn to choose a mate. And it will be satisfying to see Darnell land restored to what it was in my grandfather’s day.”
Dixon nodded again. “Might as well look to the positive. So, when do you begin the siege?”
“Tomorrow. In the meantime, though, I must postpone the trip to the card room I promised you earlier and return to consult Lady Darnell about our new houseguest.”
Their meal finished, the two friends stood and shook hands. “Let me know if there is anything I can do to help,” Dix offered. “And promise me I’ll be the first to meet your mysterious guest, once you judge it possible!”
“You’ll be bid to her very first dinner.” Running through his mind one more time a vision of Helena as she appeared at the lawyer’s office, he added, “But don’t expect the invitation anytime soon!”
AFTER RETURNING FROM WHITE’S, Adam went in search of his stepmother. After discovering she was in her sitting room, he proceeded to the door and begged leave to enter.
Lady Darnell greeted him from the secretary,
