Disgrace and Desire. Sarah Mallory

the past now, and here you are, looking more beautiful than ever!’

      ‘I have been hoping to meet up with you, my lord.’

      ‘Have you now?’ He beamed at her. ‘Been very busy—government business.’ He puffed out his chest, swelling with self-importance. ‘Member of the Cabinet, you know.’

      ‘Yes, of course,’ said Eloise. ‘I wanted to talk to you—that is, my lawyer has written several times now, about the land at Ainsley Wood.’

      ‘Has he? Well, no need to worry ourselves about that, m’dear. My steward is an excellent man. He will deal with everything.’

      ‘Actually, he will not,’ she replied, determined not to be put off. ‘He writes that he has no authority to sell…’

      Lord Berrow waved his hand.

      ‘Yes, yes, we can discuss that later.’ He took her arm. ‘Come and sit with me, my dear, and we can listen to the soprano our hostess has brought in. She’s not quite Catalini, but I understand she is very good.’

      Eloise realised it would be useless to press her case further at that moment. With a smile she allowed the Earl to guide her to the gilded chairs set out for the guests. Having found Lord Berrow, she was determined she would not leave him now until she had explained to him why she needed to purchase Ainsley Wood.

      Jack leaned against the wall and watched Lady Allyngham. The tug of attraction was just as strong as it had been the night before. She felt it too, he was sure, but she had not tried to flirt with him. Quite the contrary, she had seemed eager to get away. He observed her now as she took Lord Berrow’s arm, smiling, turning her head to listen to the man as if he were the most interesting person she had ever met. No wonder all the gentlemen were enraptured. Alex Mortimer was on the far side of the room. He, too, was watching Lady Allyngham as she walked off with the Earl and did not seem the least perturbed. If he really was her lover then he must feel very sure of himself to allow her such freedom. Jack frowned. It demeaned Allyngham’s memory to have his widow flaunting herself in town in this way. But she had been discomposed when Jack had mentioned her husband, so perhaps she did have a conscience after all. He gave himself a mental shake. Enough of this: it was no business of his how Tony’s widow behaved.

      Suddenly the noise and the chatter was grating on his nerves and he decided to leave. Once he had called at Dover Street tomorrow morning his mission would be complete and he need not see Eloise Allyngham again.

      Chapter Two

      Eloise sipped at her morning chocolate. Last night had not gone quite as planned. Lord Berrow had resolutely refused to discuss selling the land at Ainsley Wood. Despite all her efforts to charm the Earl the best she had achieved was his promise that he would talk to her when he was not quite so busy. She had had to be content with that, and when she left the Earl she had fallen into the clutches of Sir Ronald Deforge. She felt a certain sympathy for Sir Ronald. She knew him to be a widower and she thought perhaps he was lonely, but Sir Ronald with his pomaded hair and oily manner was all smug complacency, and less than twenty minutes in his company had her yawning behind her fan. Thankfully Alex rescued her and carried her off to supper before she had grown too desperate. And she had suffered another disappointment: Major Clifton had left early. Not that that mattered, she told herself, for he was calling upon her at ten o’clock.

      It was her habit to breakfast early, no matter how late she had been out. While she nibbled at her freshly baked bread she looked through the morning’s post, putting aside the numerous invitations and letters to be answered and reading carefully the daily report from her steward at Allyngham. This morning there was one note at the bottom of the pile that caught her attention. She did not recognise the writing, and there was no hint of the sender. She put down her coffee cup and broke the seal.

      The single sheet crackled as it unfolded, and as her eyes scanned the untidy black writing her cheeks grew pale. She summoned her butler.

      ‘Noyes, send a runner to Mr Mortimer. Ask him to join me, immediately, if you please!’

      Alone again, she pushed her plate away, her appetite gone.

      She hoped Alex would appear soon. He had taken a house only a few doors away but for all she knew he might still be sleeping. Thankfully it was only a matter of minutes before she heard the bell jangling in the hall. Carefully folding the letter and putting it in her pocket, she made her way to the morning room.

      Alex was waiting for her. His brows snapped together when she entered.

      ‘What is it, Elle? You are very pale—what has happened?’

      Silently she pulled the letter from her pocket and held it out to him. He scanned it quickly and looked up.

      ‘Is this all there is?’

      She nodded. He looked again at the letter.

      ‘I know your secret,’ he read. ‘Very cryptic.’

      ‘What should I do?’

      ‘Nothing.’

      ‘Do you…do you think someone knows, about us?’

      Alex smiled.

      ‘No names, no clues—someone is trying to frighten you, Elle. Some jealous wife or mistress, perhaps. Your return to town has put many noses out of joint.’

      She spread her hands.

      ‘Why should anyone be jealous of me? I have not stolen any of their lovers.’

      ‘Not intentionally, but the gentlemen are singing your praises and laying their hearts at your feet.’

      Her lip curled.

      ‘I do not give the snap of my fingers for any of them. Idle coxcombs!’

      Alex laughed.

      ‘That is part of your attraction.’

      She indicated the letter.

      ‘So what do you think it means?’

      ‘I have no idea.’ He turned the letter over. ‘There was nothing to say who sent it?’

      ‘No. Noyes told me one of the footmen found it on the floor of the hall this morning and put it with the post. Who would do this?’

      ‘Some idle prankster.’ Alex screwed the letter into a ball and threw it into the fire. ‘You should forget about it. I am sure it is nothing to worry about.’

      She eyed him doubtfully and he took her hands, smiling down at her.

      ‘Truly, it is nothing.’

      ‘Major Clifton, my lady.’

      Jack followed the footman into the morning room. Lady Allyngham turned to greet him, but not before he had seen Mortimer holding her hands. Damnation, what was the fellow doing here so early in the morning, did he live here?’

      Setting his jaw, Jack made a stiff bow. Unperturbed, Alex Mortimer nodded to him before addressing Lady Allyngham.

      ‘I must go. I am going out of town this afternoon: I have business with my land agent in Hertfordshire which will take me a few days, I think.’ He lifted her hand to his lips. ‘Send a note if you need me, Elle. I can be here in a few hours.’

      Jack watched the little scene, his countenance, he hoped, impassive, and waited silently until Alex Mortimer had left the room. There was no doubt that Mortimer and the lady were on the very best of terms. He had to remind himself it was none of his business.

      ‘What is it you wished to say to me, Major Clifton?’

      Lady Allyngham’s softly musical voice recalled his wandering attention. She disposed herself gracefully into a chair and invited him to sit down.

      ‘Thank you, no,’ he said curtly. ‘This will only take a moment.’

      ‘Oh. I had hoped you might be able to tell me something of my husband.’

      She