The name is somewhat familiar, but I can't recall a face to go with it."
Obviously disappointed in her reaction, her uncle said irritably, "You apparently have a poor memory. If you can't recall a knight or an earl," he added sarcastically, "I doubt you'll remember a mere mister."
Stung by his unprovoked remark, she said stiffly, "Who is the third?"
"Mr. Ian Thornton. He's-" name sent Elizabeth jolting to her feet while a blaze of animosity and a sock of terror erupted through her entire body. "
" she cried, leaning her palms on the desk to steady herself. "Ian Thornton!" she repeated, her voice rising with a mixture of anger and hysterical laughter. "Uncle, if Ian Thornton discussed marrying me, it was at the His interest in me was never marriage, and Robert dueled with him over his behavior. In fact, Robert him!"
Instead of relenting or being upset, her uncle merely regarded her with blank indifference, and Elizabeth said fiercely, "Don't you understand?"
"What I understand," he said, glowering, "is that he replied to my message in the affirmative and was very cordial. Perhaps he regrets his earlier behavior and wishes to make amends."
"Amends!" she cried. "I've no idea whether he feels loathing for me or merely contempt, but I can assure you he does and has wished to wed me! He's the reason I can't show my face in society!"
"In my opinion, you're better off away from that decadent London influence; however, that's not to the point. He has accepted my terms."
"What "
Inured to Elizabeth's quaking alarm, Julius stated matter-of-factly, "Each of the three candidates has agreed that you will come to visit him briefly in order to allow you to decide if you suit. Lucinda will accompany you as chaperon. You're to leave in five days. Belhaven is first, then Marchman, then Thornton."
The room swam before Elizabeth's eyes. "I can't this!" she burst out, and in her misery she seized on the least of her problems. "Lucinda has taken her first holiday in years! She's in Devon visiting her sister."
"Then take Berta instead and have Lucinda join you later when you go to visit Thornton in Scotland."
"Berta! Berta is a maid. My reputation will be in shreds if I spend a week in the home of a man with no one but a maid for a chaperon."
"Then don't say she's a maid," he snapped. "Since I already referred to Lucinda Throckmorton-Jones as your chaperon in my letters, you can say that Berta is your aunt No more objections, miss," he finished, "the matter is settled. That will be all for now. You may go."
"It's settled! There's been some sort of horrible mistake, I tell you. Ian Thornton would never want to see me, any more than I wish to see him!"
"There's no mistake," Julius said with completely finality. "Ian Thornton received my letter and accepted our offer. He even sent directions to his place in Scotland."
" offer," Elizabeth cried, "not mine!"
"I'll not debate technicalities any further with you, Elizabeth. This discussion is at an end.
Obviously disappointed in her reaction, her uncle said irritably, "You apparently have a poor memory. If you can't recall a knight or an earl," he added sarcastically, "I doubt you'll remember a mere mister."
Stung by his unprovoked remark, she said stiffly, "Who is the third?"
"Mr. Ian Thornton. He's-" name sent Elizabeth jolting to her feet while a blaze of animosity and a sock of terror erupted through her entire body. "
" she cried, leaning her palms on the desk to steady herself. "Ian Thornton!" she repeated, her voice rising with a mixture of anger and hysterical laughter. "Uncle, if Ian Thornton discussed marrying me, it was at the His interest in me was never marriage, and Robert dueled with him over his behavior. In fact, Robert him!"
Instead of relenting or being upset, her uncle merely regarded her with blank indifference, and Elizabeth said fiercely, "Don't you understand?"
"What I understand," he said, glowering, "is that he replied to my message in the affirmative and was very cordial. Perhaps he regrets his earlier behavior and wishes to make amends."
"Amends!" she cried. "I've no idea whether he feels loathing for me or merely contempt, but I can assure you he does and has wished to wed me! He's the reason I can't show my face in society!"
"In my opinion, you're better off away from that decadent London influence; however, that's not to the point. He has accepted my terms."
"What "
Inured to Elizabeth's quaking alarm, Julius stated matter-of-factly, "Each of the three candidates has agreed that you will come to visit him briefly in order to allow you to decide if you suit. Lucinda will accompany you as chaperon. You're to leave in five days. Belhaven is first, then Marchman, then Thornton."
The room swam before Elizabeth's eyes. "I can't this!" she burst out, and in her misery she seized on the least of her problems. "Lucinda has taken her first holiday in years! She's in Devon visiting her sister."
"Then take Berta instead and have Lucinda join you later when you go to visit Thornton in Scotland."
"Berta! Berta is a maid. My reputation will be in shreds if I spend a week in the home of a man with no one but a maid for a chaperon."
"Then don't say she's a maid," he snapped. "Since I already referred to Lucinda Throckmorton-Jones as your chaperon in my letters, you can say that Berta is your aunt No more objections, miss," he finished, "the matter is settled. That will be all for now. You may go."
"It's settled! There's been some sort of horrible mistake, I tell you. Ian Thornton would never want to see me, any more than I wish to see him!"
"There's no mistake," Julius said with completely finality. "Ian Thornton received my letter and accepted our offer. He even sent directions to his place in Scotland."
" offer," Elizabeth cried, "not mine!"
"I'll not debate technicalities any further with you, Elizabeth. This discussion is at an end.
( Judith McNaught )
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