Dare released her hand and watched her sweep through the entrance to his home like a duchess.
Whatever else Elizabeth Carstairs might be, the earl acknowledged in amusement, she was a consummate actress. And despite her earlier disclaimer, he definitely wasn’t bored.
“Mrs. Hendricks is my housekeeper,” the earl said. “She will look after you. Mrs. Carstairs will be my guest for…an as yet unspecified visit,” he continued, speaking to the woman he had summoned as soon as they entered the town house.
Again he had managed to surprise her, Elizabeth acknowledged. She had been steeling herself for something quite different, something far more unpleasant than facing the clear disdain in the housekeeper’s eyes. Quite different, she thought, glancing at the earl’s face.
He looked tired. Exhausted, actually. Of course, they had both been up all night. That was not unusual for her, but perhaps Lord Dare didn’t normally keep the same irregular hours she was so accustomed to.
“Very good, my lord,” Mrs. Hendricks said stiffly.
Her eyes said that she saw nothing good about this at all, but she wasn’t about to admit that to her employer. She might indicate her true feelings when she and Elizabeth were alone, but she obviously didn’t want to anger the earl. And having spent the past two years in Bonnet’s employ, Elizabeth could sympathize with her reluctance to incur her employer’s wrath.
“If you’ll follow me, miss,” the housekeeper said. Her face was as starchy with disapproval as her housemaids’ aprons would be. She had barely avoided adding an accompanying sniff when she issued the invitation.
“Mrs.,” the earl corrected softly. “Mrs. Carstairs.” The housekeeper’s eyes focused on his face, evidently hearing the unspoken admonition in his voice. “I beg your pardon, Mrs. Carstairs.”
“Please don’t,” Elizabeth said. “I understand perfectly.”
The housekeeper looked at her then, almost for the first time, her eyes widening a little at the sympathetic tone.
“I shall see you at dinner tonight, Mrs. Carstairs,” the earl said.
At dinner, Elizabeth thought. Tonight. Night. Was that when he planned…?
She tried to analyze the earl’s tone. Of course, since she had been unable to since she had met him, she didn’t know why she was attempting to do so now. His face was equally expressionless. There was no leer, no innuendo, no hint in his manner that she should expect more from this dinner engagement with him than what was usually conveyed by the word.
“I have nothing to wear to dinner,” Elizabeth said, refusing to look down on the garish, too-revealing gown in which she was attired.
The Earl of Dare laughed, and when he did, she could feel the rush of blood into her cheeks. Did his laughter mean—
“Do you know that’s the first completely feminine thing I have heard you say,” Dare said. “I can’t tell you how reassuring it is.”
With that, he turned and began to climb the enormous staircase that dominated the entrance hall. He took the steps two at a time, silk knee britches stretching with the play of muscles in his thighs. Much more strongly defined muscles than she would have believed a wealthy gentleman of the ton might possess, Elizabeth thought, and then realized, a little startled, how inappropriate her contemplation of the Earl of Dare’s posterior really was.
“This way, then, Mrs. Carstairs,” Mrs. Hendricks said. This time the sniff was audible.
Elizabeth had endured far worse than the disapproval of a housekeeper during the past two years. If nothing else, she thought, such experiences gave one the strength to know that there was really nothing that could not be endured. And those experiences had also given her the ability to evaluate a situation she found herself in without hysteria or magnification. That might come later, of course, but so far…
“Thank you, Mrs. Hendricks,” she said simply, and with real gratitude.
The room she was taken to was nothing like she had expected. She supposed she had been anticipating she would be hidden away among the narrow little attic rooms the chambermaids shared. The chamber she had been taken to was a suite instead, large, airy, and charmingly decorated in shades of yellow and dull gold.
Apparently, when the earl had said she was his guest, his housekeeper had taken him at his word. Which spoke well of his control of his household, Elizabeth conceded. And again she found herself surprised at that revelation. She had no doubt that if Mrs. Hendricks believed she could get away with it, Elizabeth would have been relegated to the attic, out of sight and out of mind. That she hadn’t been was surely because the housekeeper knew the earl would check on her arrangements.
“Is there anything else, Mrs. Carstairs?” the woman asked. “I shall, of course, have your luggage brought up as soon as it arrives.”
The housekeeper’s face was tight with the force of her disapproval. Elizabeth knew that as soon as Mrs. Hendricks got downstairs, she would verbally vent her frustration at being so misused by the earl. Not to the maids, of course. That would be beneath her dignity. Perhaps to the cook, if their relationship were of longstanding. Almost certainly to Dare’s majordomo.
And his reaction, perhaps more properly his relationship to the earl, would determine how Elizabeth would be treated by the staff during her stay. And so, she thought, feeling for almost the first time the effects of the long stressful night she had just passed through, she might as well take advantage of this period of forced cooperation. In for a penny, in for a pound, she decided.
“A bath,” she said.
“A…bath?” the housekeeper repeated, as if she had never heard the word before.
Judging by the clean scent of sandalwood soap that had surrounded the earl as he sat beside her in the carriage this morning, that was very far from the truth.
“Before the fire, perhaps,” Elizabeth said, ignoring the housekeeper’s reluctance. “And please tell them that I like the water very hot.”
She turned away, walking over to the windows to pull aside the jonquil silk draperies so she could look down on the garden. What she had just done was a trick she had learned from her mother. Always assume that the servants are going to do exactly what you have told them to do, her mother had said. And then deal with it later if they do not.
“Of course,” the housekeeper said faintly.
More grist for the mill in her tale of mistreatment, Elizabeth thought, her smile hidden by her position.
“Thank you, Mrs. Hendricks. That will be all, I think.”
She waited until she heard the door close before she turned around, infinitely grateful to be alone at last. Away from the judgmental eyes of the servants. Away from the earl’s probing questions and his mocking smile.
Her own smile faded, the momentary amusement at imagining the consternation below stairs disappearing in the reality of her situation. As she had told Dare, the unknown was always more frightening than the known, no matter how awful the known had been. And the unknowns in this situation…
She had no idea what Bonnet was up to. She had believed that she knew what the Earl of Dare wanted from her, but so far nothing had gone as
