“We don’t require such magnanimity from you, my lord,” she eventually replied. “If we are fortunate, we will have the funds within a few weeks. You know of our plans for the soiree. Our boarders should be able to help pay off the debt to O’Rourke shortly.”

“What if he insists on being paid now?” Claybourne asked. “You don’t want your friends to wind up in prison.”

Lily pressed her lips together. “I won’t let that happen. Marcus settled twenty thousand pounds on me. If need be, they can have that.”

He raised an eyebrow, evidently surprised. “You would donate your entire fortune to save them?”

“It is far better than the alternative.”

“What about the other ten thousand they owe?”

“I will prevail upon Marcus or Lady Freemantle to loan me the money. They are both rich as nabobs. And Fanny has written a book that will be published next month. The publisher believes the subject-advice to young ladies who are searching for husbands-will be in great demand, and if so, the income will help her repay O’Rourke.”

“But I can fund the entire debt now.”

His persistence made Lily smile, albeit briefly. “You are exceedingly generous, my lord, but I must decline your proposition. At some point I may be desperate enough to consider it, but not just yet.”

She doubted she would ever be that desperate, she added to herself. Her fracas with O’Rourke a few moments ago had forcibly reminded her exactly why she didn’t wan

t to turn control of her fate over to a husband. She couldn’t, wouldn’t, trust any man enough to marry him and give him that kind of power over her.

Lord Claybourne might not be the sort who would ever strike a woman, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t hurt her just as badly if she were legally tied to him, unable to escape. If she were trapped in a union where she was considered his property to do with as he pleased, just as her mother had been her father’s property.

Uncomfortable with Claybourne’s searching look, Lily changed the subject. “Speaking of the soiree…have you invited some of your acquaintances as you promised?”

“I have begun issuing invitations, yes.”

“And were you able to find the sort of gentlemen I hoped for? Bachelors who are kind and gentle and who are wealthy enough to provide our boarders with good lives?”

“Your standards are not easily met, but I am making progress. I expect to bring close to a dozen suitable candidates.”

“Good.” She exhaled a sigh. Although her tremors had stopped, her chest still felt heavy, and there was still the grave issue of how to deal with O’Rourke to be determined.

“I must go,” Lily said. “I need to see how Fleur is after her ordeal, and to help Fanny decide what must be done about O’Rourke.”

She rose, but when Claybourne stood also, she hesitated. “Forgive me, I forgot. I promised you tea. You are welcome to remain if you like, or you might prefer to return tomorrow when things should be more settled.”

His smile was wry. “I’ll stay now, thank you. I can’t afford to turn down an invitation to be with you. I only have a fortnight to win our game, remember?”

His light tone made Lily relax a little; she felt infinitely more comfortable returning to their game than dealing with his tenderness. “I will be sure to tell Fleur and Chantel of your generous offer to pay their debt. They will likely award you another point.”

“The points don’t concern me as much as knowing whether O’Rourke will be bent on retaliation. He won’t thank you for showing him up, even if you were entirely in the right.”

Lily wrinkled her nose. “I know. I suppose I should write him a note of apology and assure him that we plan to repay his debt…although my first inclination is probably best. We should let Fanny deal with him. She knows far better than I how to soothe a man’s wounded pride.”

When she began moving down the corridor, Claybourne accompanied her. “True. But if you mean to keep attacking men who are much larger than you, you should learn how to fight.”

Her gaze arresting, she glanced up at him, wondering if he was just making idle conversation. “Are you offering to teach me fisticuffs, my lord?”

His chuckle was low and amused. “The thought gives me palpitations. I would far rather you cease tilting at windmills and endangering yourself so frequently…but I suppose that is too much to ask.”

“Indeed it is,” Lily said sweetly. “But I have always wanted to learn how to fence. Mama wouldn’t hear of it when I was growing up. My virtually living in the stables was bad enough for her. I understand that Marcus and you and your friend Arden are expert swordsmen.”

“We do well enough,” he acknowledged. “We practice regularly…or we did before Marcus and Arden lost their hearts to your sisters.”

Lily eyed him thoughtfully. “If you were to give me fencing lessons, I could learn how to defend myself better. I know how to shoot but not how to wield a rapier.”

Claybourne laughed outright at that. “Will I earn points for instructing you?”

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