Courting Miss Vallois (5 page)

His deep brown eyes were steady on hers. ‘On the contrary, I am unlikely to forget.'

‘Sophie informs me the two of you met at the Black Swan Inn,' Lavinia said. ‘Saying we
met
would not be entirely correct,' Mr Silverton said. ‘We were brought together by circumstances less than conducive to pleasant socialising and parted soon after.'

‘Then how fortunate you should both end up here tonight in order that the formalities might be observed.'

The gentleman inclined his head. ‘As you say.'

‘Is your husband not with you this evening, Lady Longworth?' Miss Silverton asked.

‘Yes, but he and Sophie's brother just left to play billiards with Lord Bruxton. Apparently they are all quite mad for the game.'

‘Your brother plays billiards?' Mr Silverton asked Sophie in surprise.

‘When he has a chance, yes.'

‘I thought the study of medicine was an all-consuming passion.'

Sophie raised her eyes to his, daring him to disagree. ‘A man must take some time away from his studies, lest he become too weary to absorb anything new. Even God rested on the seventh day.'

Was that a hint of a smile? ‘A lofty comparison.'

‘But fitting under the circumstances. I admire
anyone
who has the determination to strive for something they truly believe in.'

‘And I have always been impressed by people who choose to help others in such a way,' Jane spoke up. ‘But tell me, how did the four of you meet?'

‘Through my husband,' Lavinia said easily. ‘Nicholas and Antoine met in France several years ago, and we finally persuaded him to come to London and to bring Sophie with him. Unfortunately, Antoine must shortly return home, but Sophie is to stay with us until the end of the Season.'

‘Oh, how wonderful!' Jane said happily. ‘Then you must pay us a visit while you are here, Miss Vallois. We will have petit fours, and speak French, and you can tell me all about the latest fashions from Paris.
J'adore la mode française.
Have you seen much of London?'

‘Not yet.'

‘Then why not join us tomorrow afternoon? Robert
has promised to take me for a drive around Hyde Park. It would be lovely if you and your brother could come too.'

It was an unexpectedly kind offer and one Sophie would have been happy to accept—had she not caught sight of the expression on Mr Silverton's face. Obviously he did not share his sister's enthusiasm for the outing and saw no reason to pretend he did. ‘Perhaps another time,' she said. ‘I have no wish to intrude.'

‘Oh, but you wouldn't be intruding,' Jane said. ‘My brother is always delighted to have friends come along. Aren't you, Robert?'

‘Of course. I merely thought it too soon after Miss Vallois's arrival for such an outing. She might wish to rest.'

‘Fudge! If she has been here since yesterday, she is well over the worst and decidedly in need of a diversion,' Jane said. ‘Tell her you were only thinking of her welfare and that you would love to have her come with us.'

Sophie had a difficult time holding her tongue. Had Lavinia not been present, she would have politely but firmly declined the invitation. She had no wish to force her company on
any one
who had no desire to share it, even if it meant disappointing Jane, who obviously did. To her surprise, however, it was Mr Silverton who resolved the problem. ‘You are more than welcome to join us, Miss Vallois. Jane is anxious for your company, and I am happy to oblige her. As for your own enjoyment, while it might not be as diverting as a night spent in a barn with the horses, I'm sure you will find it an amusing way to pass an hour or two.'

Jane frowned. ‘A night spent in a barn with
horses
? What on earth are you talking about, Robert?'

But Sophie knew
exactly
what he was talking about. And the knowledge that he not only
understood
French, but that he
remembered
every word she'd said to Antoine that night at the inn, brought hot colour sweeping into her cheeks. No wonder he'd been so distant with her.

‘Come, Jane,' Mr Silverton said. ‘Miss Vallois can send a note if she wishes to join us. For now, we mustn't keep her and Lady Longworth from their evening.'

‘No, of course not. Forgive me,' Jane said. ‘It's just that I so seldom meet anyone I really like, I tend to get carried away. But now that we've met, I know we are all going to be great friends. Until tomorrow, then, Miss Vallois. Good evening, Lady Longworth.'

‘Jane,' Lavinia said. ‘Mr Silverton.'

‘Lady Longworth.' He bowed, and then turned to Sophie. ‘Miss Vallois.'

Sophie inclined her head, but refused to meet his eyes. Why should she when it was so obvious that he didn't like her? His words had been clipped and the warmth he had shown his sister and Lavinia had definitely not been extended to her.

‘A charming pair, are they not?' Lavinia asked.

‘The sister more than the brother, I think,' Sophie said. ‘Imagine extending an invitation to someone she barely knows.'

‘Jane has always had a good heart,' Lavinia said. ‘Which is why it annoys me so that she is not yet married. At times, I feel like shaking the young men for their fickleness. But I expect she will benefit greatly from spending time with you and Antoine tomorrow.'

‘And I look forward to introducing Antoine to her. In fact—' Sophie broke off and slowly began to smile. ‘I have a feeling my brother might enjoy Miss Silverton's company very much.'

S
o she wasn't a whore, a strumpet or a ballet dancer, Robert reflected as he and Jane walked away. She was an exceptionally beautiful young woman who, thanks to the kindness of Lord and Lady Longworth, was about to be launched into English society. The prospect did not please him. His own reasons aside, it meant she was fair game for the likes of Montague Oberon, and he did not relish the thought of watching the man salivate over her every time he saw her out in public.

‘Behold the prodigal son,' Jane whispered in her brother's ear a few minutes later. ‘And more splendidly attired than half the ladies in the room.'

Her assessment wasn't far off. Not many gentlemen could have carried off the colourful waistcoat and elaborately folded cravat with such panache, but Oberon's height and bearing allowed him to do so magnificently. His golden curls were swept back in a manner few men could have worn to advantage and his clothes were immaculate. Pompous prig he might be, Robert
reflected, but looks, breeding and a fortune allowed him to carry it off with aplomb.

‘Evening, Silver,' Oberon said when he came within speaking distance. ‘Jane. Lovely to see you again.'

‘Mr Oberon. What a splendid waistcoat. It is surely a modern version of Joseph's coat of many colours.'

Oberon's expression was blank. ‘Joseph?'

‘You remember. From the bible.'

‘Oh, yes, of course. The old fellow whose wife turned to stone.'

‘That was Lot,' Robert said. ‘And it was salt.'

‘Salt?' Oberon frowned. ‘What has salt to do with it? We were talking about my waistcoat.' He paused for a moment to glance around the room. ‘Jupiter, what an appalling crowd. I vow there weren't this many people at the—' He broke off, his eyes frozen to one spot. ‘Good God, it's
her
!'

Jane turned to look. ‘Who?'

‘The girl from the inn. Aphrodite reincarnated,' Oberon murmured. ‘It is her, isn't it, Silver?'

Breathing a sigh of exasperation, Robert said, ‘Yes.'

‘Splendid. Then I must be introduced.'

‘I'd like a word with you first.'

‘Later.' Oberon's eyes never strayed from the object of his affection. ‘
After
I speak to the Goddess!'

‘Now. Will you excuse us, Jane?'

‘Of course. I see Lady Jennings sitting on her own and looking rather disgruntled,' Jane said. ‘I shall go and keep her company. No doubt she will have a few choice things to say about some of the guests here this evening.'

‘Not about me, I hope,' Oberon said.

‘On the contrary, you are always one of her favourite
topics, Mr Oberon.' And with a smile for him and a wink for her brother, Jane left the two of them alone.

‘Impertinent minx,' Oberon said without rancour. ‘Is it my imagination or is her limp less noticeable than it used to be?'

‘I am hardly the one to ask given that I never thought it
was
all that noticeable,' Robert said, drawing the other man aside. ‘Now, would you mind telling me what the hell you think you're doing?'

Oberon's gaze shortened and refocused. ‘Doing?'

‘The wager. I told you I wanted no part of it, yet you went ahead and put my name to it regardless.'

‘Ah, yes, that. Yes, I did set it up because several of the lads thought it would be a great lark. All of them are in the market for a new mistress and when Mortimer wagered a month at his father's hunting lodge in Yorkshire that he would be the first to succeed, Cramby staked a thousand pounds against him, saying Mortimer had more money than sense.'

‘There's a lot of that going around,' Robert muttered. ‘But I won't have it, Oberon. Take my name off the bet and out of the book. My reputation doesn't need any further blackening by you.'

‘Can't do it, old boy. We all put our hand to it, you see. I personally signed for you,' Oberon confided. ‘And when you consider what the winner stands to gain, it really makes no sense to call it off. Now, about the French girl. Who is she and how does she come to be here tonight?'

Biting back a scathing retort, Robert said, ‘I know nothing more about her than I did at the inn. Except that her name is Miss Vallois and she is here with Lord and Lady Longworth.'

‘You mean she's staying with them?'

‘Possibly.'

‘Interesting.' Oberon's eyes assumed a speculative gleam. ‘She must be well born to be moving in their circle. I wonder if the fair Lavinia has taken it upon herself to launch the girl into society.'

‘I have no idea.'

‘Then I'll find out for myself. Introduce us.'

‘No.'

The blunt answer brought Oberon's head around. ‘I
beg
your pardon?'

‘I said no. If the young lady is being presented to society, she is not some light-skirt for you to trifle with.'

‘My dear Robert, did it not occur to you I might have
other
things in mind for the delectable Miss Vallois?'

‘It did not.' Robert smiled without warmth. ‘I know your reputation, Oberon, and a leopard doesn't change his spots.'

The other man's expression cooled. ‘Tread lightly, my friend. 'Tis a fine line between familiarity and contempt, and many a friendship has been lost over a careless misstep. I ask only to be introduced to the young lady. What possible harm can come of that?'

 

They were coming.
The man who didn't like her—and the one who did in ways of which no mother would ever approve. Sophie took a deep breath and slowly opened her fan. What a pity Lavinia had chosen that very moment to go off and speak with friends.

‘Miss Vallois,' Mr Silverton said, stopping in front of her. ‘Pray forgive the intrusion, but my friend has asked to be made known to you.'

Sophie glanced up into his handsome face, aware of
the strength in those chiselled features, and saw again the cool disinterest she had come to associate with Robert Silverton. But she also saw something else. A reserve that seemed to echo her own uncertainty. ‘As you wish, Mr Silverton.'

‘Miss Sophie Vallois, may I present Mr Montague Oberon.'

‘Miss Vallois, what a pleasure this is,' Mr Oberon said. ‘I did not think I would be fortunate enough to see you again.'

‘It
is
something of a surprise,' Sophie acknowledged, not liking the way his eyes lingered on the low décolleté of her gown. She purposely raised her fan to block his view. ‘So you and Mr Silverton are friends as well as travelling companions.'

‘Oh, yes. Very good friends.' Mr Oberon raised guileless blue eyes to hers. ‘As you saw that night at the inn, Silverton is everything a gentleman should be. Thoughtful, unselfish, steady as a rock. Sadly, all the things I am not.'

Startled by his candour, Sophie said, ‘Then what qualities do you possess?'

‘Wealth, humour and impeccable taste when it comes to female beauty…which is why you caught my eye the other evening. The gods themselves could not have sent a more divine creature to move amongst us. But I am well aware I owe you an apology. My behaviour was, to say the least, reprehensible. Due, no doubt, to the tedium of travel and the insufferable manners of that wretched innkeeper. Please say you will forgive me or I shall never rest easy again.'

The effusive apology surprised Sophie as much as amused her, and though she believed his words to be
little more than pretty flattery, the fact he
had
offered an apology allowed her to look upon him with a touch more charity. ‘I accept your apology.'

‘I am relieved beyond words.'

‘Ah, good evening, Mr Oberon,' Lavinia said, finally returning. ‘How nice to see you again.'

‘The pleasure must always be mine, Lady Longworth.' Mr Oberon's smile moved smoothly into place. ‘I vow you grow more lovely with every passing day.'

‘And I vow you grow more fulsome with your compliments. Have you met Miss Vallois?'

‘Indeed. Silverton was kind enough to introduce us. Am I to understand the lady will be spending the Season here in London with you?'

‘You are.'

‘Then perhaps I might call upon you in the near future to exchange pleasantries in a less crowded venue.'

Lavinia inclined her head. ‘You are, of course, welcome to call. But now I must steal Sophie away. Lord and Lady Beale are anxious to meet her. Sophie?'

Grateful for the opportunity to escape, Sophie dropped a quick curtsy. ‘Mr Oberon.' Then, raising her chin, and goaded by some mischievous impulse she would no doubt regret later, she looked at the gentleman standing quietly beside him and said, ‘Please tell your sister that my brother and I look forward to joining you tomorrow afternoon, Mr Silverton. If the invitation is still open.'

His expression didn't change, but Sophie heard the quiet edge of mockery in his voice. ‘It is, and I shall be pleased to tell her of your acceptance.'

Sophie smiled as she tucked her arm in Lavinia's. ‘Good evening, gentlemen.'

‘Ladies.' Oberon barely waited until they were out of hearing before exclaiming, ‘Until tomorrow? What was that all about?'

‘Jane has invited Miss Vallois and her brother to come driving with us,' Robert said distantly.

‘And she
agreed
?'

‘Why would she not? By your own words, I am thoughtful, considerate and steady as a rock.'

‘I was only trying to flatter you.'

‘By making me sound like the trusted family dog?'

‘Nothing of the sort. I simply wanted her to know that you and I are very different.'

‘I believe she worked that one out on her own,' Robert drawled, but Oberon wasn't listening. He was following Sophie's progress across the room like a hungry lion following a sprightly gazelle.

‘By God, she's exquisite,' he murmured. ‘Those eyes. That hair. And that complexion! As pink as rose petals and as smooth as alabaster. Imagine her lying naked in your bed, Silver. Imagine the softness of her skin as you run your hand slowly over her throat, and then lower.' He briefly closed his eyes and made a sound deep in his throat. Seconds later, his eyes snapped open. ‘I must know who she is. Where does she come from, and why is she here?'

‘I have no idea,' Robert said. ‘Is it not enough that she is a good friend of Lord and Lady Longworth's?'

‘No. The French are as stuffy as the English when it comes to matters of class. And a well-brought-up French girl would have no need of a London Season.'

The same thought had occurred to Robert, but he had no intention of giving Oberon the satisfaction of
agreeing with him. ‘If you don't think she's well born, why trouble yourself to make enquiries?'

‘Because I would hate to miss the opportunity of getting to know her
if
her birth is all it should be,' Oberon said. ‘Look at her, man! When did you last see beauty like that? Observe the elegance of her carriage, the unconscious grace with which she carries herself. Who knows? She may well be the daughter of a French count.'

‘You could ask Lady Longworth.'

‘I could, but if the Longworths are using her extraordinary beauty as a means of capturing a wealthy husband, the truth may be revealed only
after
the vows are spoken. She may be an heiress—or an actress, which means I'm better off making my own enquiries.'

‘Which means what? You strap Miss Vallois to the rack and turn the screws until she tells you what you want to know?'

Oberon laughed. ‘Really, Silver, my methods are far more civilised. You see, in every person's life, there are secrets. And there are always people who
know
those secrets. It is simply a matter of finding the right people and asking them the right questions.'

‘And if they suffer from the antiquated notion of loyalty or friendship?'

‘Then they must be
encouraged
to share what they know.' Oberon smiled, but to Robert's way of thinking, it was a singularly unpleasant thing. ‘Next to torture, I've always found money to be the most effective way of eliciting the truth.'

Oberon walked away and Robert made no attempt to stop him. The man was like a dog with a bone. Once he sank his teeth into something, he wouldn't let go
until there was nothing left to hold on to. Such was the case with Miss Vallois. Oberon had decided she was of interest to him and he would leave no stone unturned until he knew everything there was to know about her.

A daunting prospect for anyone, let alone a young woman newly arrived in London and looking to make a successful marriage. For
her
sake, Robert hoped there was nothing in her past that would preclude that from happening.

 

By the time the evening came to an end, Sophie was convinced the English were indefatigable. Though it was well past two in the morning, Lavinia and Nicholas were still chatting enthusiastically about the people to whom they had spoken, and about the delight those people had expressed at having been introduced to the charming brother and sister from France.

Sophie was pleased the evening had gone so well, but her feelings of excitement had long since given way to exhaustion. The noise of so many people, the sights and sounds of a grand ball, the necessity of constantly having to be on one's guard to say the right thing, were tiring in the extreme, to say nothing of the difficulties involved in keeping everyone's titles and positions straight. What a confusing jumble of lords and ladies the English aristocracy was!

Then there was the always-disturbing behaviour of one Mr Robert Silverton…

‘I think you'll sleep well tonight,' Lavinia said as they climbed the stairs to their rooms. ‘I'll have Jeanette bring you a cup of chocolate in the morning.'

‘Thank you, Lavinia.' Sophie was so weary she had
to concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other. ‘If left alone, I fear I may sleep until noon.'