so that they would be facing each other. She had to steel herself to turn back to the major.
The silence as he observed her work was unnerving, but Zelah comforted herself that the worst he could do was order her to go back to her room and eat alone. At last those piercing eyes moved to her face.
‘Do you think you will be safer with five foot of mahogany between us?’
‘It is more … seemly.’
‘Seemly! If that is your worry, perhaps we should ask Mrs Graddon to join us.’
Zelah’s anger flared.
‘I agreed to dine with you, sir, but to sit so close—’
‘Yes, yes, it would be unseemly! So be it. For God’s sake let us sit down before the food arrives.’
He stalked to her chair and held it out. She sat down. He took his own seat in silence.
‘I beg your pardon,’ said Zelah. ‘I did not mean to put you to all this trouble.’
It was a poor enough olive branch, but it worked. Major Coale gave her a rueful look.
‘And I beg your pardon for losing my temper. My manners have lost their polish.’
The door opened and the footmen came in with the first dishes.
After such an unpromising start Zelah feared that conversation might be difficult, but she was wrong. The major proved an excellent host, exerting himself to entertain. He persuaded her to take a little from every dish on the table and kept her glass filled while regaling her with amusing anecdotes. She forgot her nerves and began to enjoy herself. They discussed music and art, the theatre and politics, neither noticing when the footmen came in to light the candles, and by the time they finished their meal Zelah was exchanging opinions with the major as if they were old friends. When the covers were removed the major asked her about Nicky and she found herself chatting away, telling him how they filled their days.
‘Hannah is so good with him, too,’ she ended. ‘Thank you for sending her to help me.’
‘It was Mrs Graddon who suggested it, knowing the girl comes from a large family.’
‘Nicky adores her and would much rather play spillikins with her than attend to his lessons.’
His brows rose. ‘Don’t tell me you are making him work while he is laid up sick?’
She laughed.
‘No, no, but I like him to read to me a little each day and to write a short note to his mama. He is reluctant to apply himself, but I find that with a little encouragement he is willing enough. And it is very good practice for me.’
‘Practice?’
‘Yes, for when I become a governess.’
She selected a sweetmeat as the butler came up to refill her glass. The major waved him away.
‘Thank you, Graddon, that will be all. Leave the Madeira and I will serve Miss Pentewan.’ He waited until they were alone before he spoke again.
‘Forgive my impertinence, ma’am, but you do not look old enough to be a governess.’
She sat up very straight.
‘I am two-and-twenty, Major Coale. Not that it is any of your business!’ She bit her lip. ‘I beg you pardon. I am a guest in your house—’
‘Guest be damned,’ he interrupted roughly. ‘That is no reason you should endure my incivility. Being a guest here should not put you under any obligation.’
Zelah chuckled, her spurt of anger dying as quickly as it had come.
‘Of course I am under an obligation to you, Major. You have gone to great lengths to accommodate us. And how could I not forgive you for paying me such a handsome compliment?’
He gave a short laugh and filled their glasses.
‘So why are you intent on becoming a governess? Can Buckland not support you?’
‘Why should he do so, if I can earn my own living?’
‘I should not allow my sister to become a governess.’
‘But your father was a viscount. Reginald is only a brother by marriage, and besides, he has a family of his own to support.’ She picked up the glass he had filled for her and tasted it carefully. She had never had Madeira before, but she found she enjoyed the warm, nutty flavour. ‘I would not add to his burdens.’
He reached out, his hand hovering over the sweetmeats as he said lightly, ‘Perhaps you should look for a husband.’
‘No!’
The vehemence brought his head up immediately and she was subjected to a piercing gaze. She decided to be flippant.
‘As I am penniless, and notoriously difficult to please, I think that might be far too difficult. I do like this wine—is it usual for gentlemen to drink it at the end of a meal? I know Reginald prefers brandy.’
To her relief he followed her lead and their conversation moved back to safer waters. She took another glass of Madeira and decided it must be her last. She was in danger of becoming light-headed. Darkness closed around them. The butler came in silently to light more candles in the room and draw the curtains against the night, but they made no move to leave the table, there was still so much to say.
The major turned to speak to Graddon and Zelah studied his profile. How handsome he must have been before his face was sliced open by a French sabre. It was a momentary thought, banished as soon as it occurred, but it filled her with sadness.
‘You are very quiet, Miss Pentewan.’
His words brought her back to the present and she blushed, not knowing how to respond. In the end she decided upon the truth.
‘I was thinking about your face.’
Immediately he seemed to withdraw from her.
‘That is why I wanted you upon my right hand, to spare you that revulsion.’
She shook her head.
‘It does not revolt me.’
‘I should not have shaved off my beard!’
‘Yes, you should, you look so much better, only—’
‘Yes, madam? Only what?’ The hard note in his voice warned her not to continue, but she ignored it.
‘Your hair,’ she said breathlessly. ‘I am surprised your valet does not wish to cut it.’
‘I have no valet. Graddon does all I need.’
‘But I thought he was a butler …’
‘He does what is necessary. He was with me in Spain and brought me back to England. He stayed
