de Silva, I imagine? Joshua Marchmain, at your service.’ He bowed with a languid grace.
She bobbed a bare curtsy and inclined her head very slightly. His smile deepened at her evident reluctance to recognise him.
‘Forgive my somewhat unorthodox approach. I lack a sponsor to introduce me at the very moment I need one.’
She remained tense and unsmiling, but he affected not to notice.
‘I am forced therefore to introduce myself,’ he continued. ‘I would not wish to leave this delightful party before thanking my hostess—that would be grossly discourteous.’
‘Discourtesy should not concern you, sir. You seem to have a fine stock of it.’
Her high colour was fading fast and she felt control returning. She was not to be overpowered by this arrogant man; she would make him acknowledge his earlier impertinence.
‘How is that?’ He was looking genuinely puzzled and she was reduced to saying weakly.
‘I think you know very well.’
‘But then I would not have been so discourteous as to mention our delightful …’ he paused for a moment ‘… rendezvous.’
‘It was not a rendezvous,’ she remonstrated, ‘it was harassment and you were abominably rude. How dared you accost a lady in that fashion?’
‘But, Miss de Silva, consider for one moment, how was I to know that I was accosting a lady? No lady of my acquaintance would ever walk alone.’
‘So you feel you have carte blanche with any woman you don’t consider a lady?’
‘Let us say that solitary females are not usually averse to my company.’
Domino seethed at his arrogance; he was truly an insufferable man. ‘You deliberately trespassed on my seclusion,’ she said wrathfully. ‘Despite my pleas, you refused to leave me alone.’
The golden eyes darkened and not with amusement this time. ‘But naturally,’ he said in a voice of the softest velvet. ‘How could I? You were far too tempting.’
She felt the tell-tale flush beginning again and longed to flee. But her training stood her in good stead and she drew herself up into as statuesque a figure as she could manage and said in an even tone, ‘I believe, Mr Marchmain, that we have finished our conversation.’
He bent his head to hers and said softly, ‘Surely not, Miss de Silva; I have a feeling that it’s only just beginning.’
In an arctic voice she made a last attempt to put him out of countenance.
‘I don’t recall my father mentioning your name in connection with his work. Do tell me what your interest in this evening’s event might be.’
He moved away from her slightly, but his manner remained as relaxed as ever.
‘Which is a polite way of saying, what am I doing here without an invitation? You’re quite right, I have no invitation. However, I believe the Prince Regent’s presence was expected and I am here as his humble representative.’
‘Then he’s not coming this evening?’ She felt a keen disappointment and, despite her dislike of Joshua Marchmain, found herself wanting to ask more.
‘Did you expect him to?’
‘My father was told that he might attend.’
‘Then I’m sorry to disappoint you.’ He smiled that lazy smile again. ‘George is a somewhat indolent prince, I fear, and only rouses himself to action when he anticipates some pleasure from it.’
She was taken aback by his irreverence. ‘You are a member of the Prince’s household?’
‘For my sins and at the moment, yes.’
‘Then how can you speak so of a royal prince?’
‘Believe me, it’s quite easy. If one knows the prince.’
‘It would seem that you hold the Regent in some aversion. If that’s so, why do you stay?’ she enquired with refreshing candour.
‘That is a question I ask myself most days. So far I haven’t found an answer. Perhaps you might provide me with one.’
She looked puzzled. ‘I cannot see how.’
‘One never can at the time,’ he replied cryptically.
Domino was rapidly tiring of the continual fencing that Mr Marchmain appeared to find essential to conversation, but was too eager to learn of life in the Pavilion to walk away. ‘Is the palace very grand inside?’ she asked impulsively and then wished she hadn’t. She had no wish to betray her gaucheness in front of this indolently assured man.
He smiled indulgently, seeming to find her innocence enchanting.
‘Yes, I suppose you could call it grand; although I would rather say that it is eccentric. But surely you will see the Pavilion for yourself very soon and will be able to make up your own mind.’
‘Perhaps. My father has not yet told me of his plans.’
‘It is to be hoped they will include a visit to the palace. If so, allow me to offer my services as your guide.’
Domino had no intention of ever seeking his company, but she made the expected polite response. At least for the moment he was conducting himself unexceptionally. Then out of nowhere he disconcerted her once more with a passing remark.
‘I understand that you have been living in Madrid.’
‘How did you know that?’ she demanded.
‘I ask questions and get a few answers,’ he murmured enigmatically. ‘There’s a wonderful art gallery in Madrid, the Prado. Do you know it?’
‘My home in Madrid is close by.’
‘Then you are most fortunate. To be able to look on the genius of Velázquez any day you choose.’
She stared at him in astonishment. ‘You are interested in art?’
‘A little. I collect when I can. I have recently acquired a small da Vinci—a very small one—so at the moment I am quite puffed with pride. When you visit the Pavilion, I would like to show you the studio I have set up.’
‘You are an artist yourself?’
‘I am a dauber, no more, but painting is a solace.’
If she wondered why a man such as Joshua Marchmain should need solace, she had little time to ponder. Carmela had arrived at her elbow and was hissing urgently in her ear that they were running out of champagne and would she like to come up with a solution. The party had been more successful than they had hoped and people had stopped for longer to drink, eat and gossip.
Domino excused herself and Joshua swept them both a deep bow. Carmela glared at him fiercely before following in her cousin’s
