The Daring Miss Darcy (Lost Ladies of London 4)

“Have you forgotten? I promised Mr Hungerford he could call.”

Anger erupted deep within. How the hell he kept it at bay he would never know. “Are you aware as to the nature of his visit?” What he really wanted to ask was what the bloody hell Hungerford wanted.

Estelle glanced at the ground before looking up into his eyes. “Mr Erstwhile thinks Mr Hungerford will offer marriage. We dined with him last night, and he has been most attentive of late.”

“Does Hungerford have children?” Did he hold Estelle in high esteem or did his motive stem from necessity?

“No.”

“Does he know anything about your background?”

“No, and I have no intention of telling him anything.”

“You will have to tell him if you agree to his proposal.” He was trying to be magnanimous, trying to be a man who had let go of petty resentment.

Something akin to disappointment flashed in her eyes. “I do not intend to accept him, Ross. How can I when … when I intend to leave London in a few days?”

“You said you would delay your departure.”

The shop bell tinkled, and Mr Erstwhile appeared at the threshold. “My lord, good day to you.” He gestured to the parcel in Vane’s hand. “I trust those are my provisions. Mr Potter must have been extremely busy to have kept you waiting.”

“Forgive the delay,” Estelle said. “It wasn’t Mr Potter’s fault. Lord Trevane and I had much to discuss.”

“Indeed.” Mr Erstwhile ushered them into the shop. “Mr Hungerford appeared most inconvenienced to be overthrown as her chaperone, and so easily, too.”

Vane wasn’t sure if the old man was admonishing him for shoddy manners. He handed him the parcel. “I’m afraid I did not give Hungerford much choice in the matter.”

“No, I don’t suppose you did. There is much at stake is there not?” Mr Erstwhile raised a knowing brow.

“More than you know.”

A smile touched the old man’s lips. “Any worthy gentleman would have put up

a decent fight,” he said. “If there is one thing I cannot abide it is a man who fails to stand up for his beliefs no matter what the cost.”

Vane inclined his head in agreement. He could feel Estelle watching him. “I share your disdain for such things.”

Mr Erstwhile placed the parcel on the counter. “Would it surprise you to learn that, in all my years, I know of only one gentleman who has sacrificed his position in society to follow his heart?”

Vane might not be as wise as this man, but he knew to whom Erstwhile referred. “No, it does not surprise me. I only hope I have your strength of will when it matters.”

“You are extremely astute, my lord.”

“Not always.” He had not been shrewd enough to prevent Estelle’s hasty departure and had made many assumptions that had since proved foolish.

“Well,” Estelle said with a sigh. “We have much to do, and so I shall bid you a good day, my lord.”

That was his cue to leave, and yet he wanted to stay. He imagined shrugging out of his coat and helping Mr Erstwhile with his bottles, listening to his philosophical advice on life. He pictured sitting in a cramped parlour, eating stew, watching every expression playing on Estelle’s beautiful face.

Vane inclined his head. “Good day, Miss Brown.” He stared into her dark eyes and in his mind whispered, Dream of me.

“Might we see you again, my lord?” Mr Erstwhile asked though from his tone the man already knew the answer.

“Undoubtedly.”

Mr Erstwhile walked over and held open the door. “A wise woman once told me that wealth and position are merely a means to appease one’s pride. That the heart needs no such adornments.”

Vane glanced up at the ceiling. “Would I be right in assuming you married that woman?”