You will help, won't you?"
Dragging his gaze from the doorway, he shook his head as if to clear it. "
" he uttered dryly. "I'm tempted to offer her my very desirable hand in marriage! First I ought to know her name, though I'll tell you she suddenly seems damned familiar."
"You will help?"
"Didn't I just say so? Who is that delectable creature?"
"Elizabeth Cameron. She made her debut last-" Alex stopped as Roddy's smile turned harsh and sardonic.
"Little Elizabeth Cameron," he mused half to himself. "I should have guessed, of course. The chit set the city on its ear just after you left on your honeymoon trip, but she's changed. Who would have guessed," he continued in a more normal voice, "that fate would have seen fit to endow her with looks than she had then."
"Roddy!" Alex said, sensing that his attitude toward helping was undergoing a change. "You already said you'd help.
"You don't need help, Alex," he snickered. "You need a "
"But-"
"Sorry. I've changed my mind."
"Is it the-the gossip about that old scandal that bothers you?"
"In a sense."
Alexandra's blue eyes began to spark with dangerous fire. "You're a fine one to believe gossip, Roddy! You above all know it's usually lies, because started your share of it!"
"I didn't say I believe it," he drawled coolly. "In fact, I'd find it hard to believe that any man's hands, Thornton's, have ever touched that porcelain skin of hers. However," he said, abruptly closing the lid on his snuffbox and tucking it away, "society is as discerning as I, or, in this instance, as kind. They will cut her dead tonight, never fear, and not even the influential Townsendes or my influential self could prevent it. Though I hate the thought of sinking any lower in your esteem than I can see I already have, I'm going to tell you an unlovely truth about myself, my sweet Alex," he added with a sardonic grin. "Tonight, any unattached bachelor who's foolish enough to show an interest in that girl is going to be the laughingstock of the Season, and do like being laughed at. I do not have the courage, which is why am always the one to make jokes of others
Dragging his gaze from the doorway, he shook his head as if to clear it. "
" he uttered dryly. "I'm tempted to offer her my very desirable hand in marriage! First I ought to know her name, though I'll tell you she suddenly seems damned familiar."
"You will help?"
"Didn't I just say so? Who is that delectable creature?"
"Elizabeth Cameron. She made her debut last-" Alex stopped as Roddy's smile turned harsh and sardonic.
"Little Elizabeth Cameron," he mused half to himself. "I should have guessed, of course. The chit set the city on its ear just after you left on your honeymoon trip, but she's changed. Who would have guessed," he continued in a more normal voice, "that fate would have seen fit to endow her with looks than she had then."
"Roddy!" Alex said, sensing that his attitude toward helping was undergoing a change. "You already said you'd help.
"You don't need help, Alex," he snickered. "You need a "
"But-"
"Sorry. I've changed my mind."
"Is it the-the gossip about that old scandal that bothers you?"
"In a sense."
Alexandra's blue eyes began to spark with dangerous fire. "You're a fine one to believe gossip, Roddy! You above all know it's usually lies, because started your share of it!"
"I didn't say I believe it," he drawled coolly. "In fact, I'd find it hard to believe that any man's hands, Thornton's, have ever touched that porcelain skin of hers. However," he said, abruptly closing the lid on his snuffbox and tucking it away, "society is as discerning as I, or, in this instance, as kind. They will cut her dead tonight, never fear, and not even the influential Townsendes or my influential self could prevent it. Though I hate the thought of sinking any lower in your esteem than I can see I already have, I'm going to tell you an unlovely truth about myself, my sweet Alex," he added with a sardonic grin. "Tonight, any unattached bachelor who's foolish enough to show an interest in that girl is going to be the laughingstock of the Season, and do like being laughed at. I do not have the courage, which is why am always the one to make jokes of others
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