“All I’m saying is that if you want to marry Villiers, you shouldn’t let him in your bedchamber to look at your combs—or anything else. That’s all I’m saying.”
“We were in love,” Eleanor repeated.
“He sneaked about, and did secret things with you,” Anne retorted. “How would you feel about him if you heard that he had been tupping one of the second footman’s daughters? You were a young girl, not old enough to know better.”
“You just don’t understand. We were both young. I was lucky to have loved like that for a time.” She said it stoutly, even though she didn’t really believe it.
Anne snorted. “I hope I’m never so lucky.”
Eleanor managed to summon up a crooked smile. “I won’t invite anyone into my chamber to examine my silver combs, I promise you that.” It was an easy enough promise to make.
She and Villiers had an utterly different sort of relationship in mind. If she and Gideon had married, they would have been like twigs caught in a forest fire. They had made love barely ten times, and she remembered every single time. Every single moment.
“Stop smiling like that,” Anne commanded. “Gideon is married, remember? Think about Villiers.”
“I was, actually,” Eleanor said.
“No, you weren’t,” Anne said sourly. “I’ve been your sister for eighteen years. I know what that daffy look means, and it has got nothing to do with the Duke of Villiers.”
“Do you really think that I’ve been worshipping at Gideon’s shrine?” Eleanor wrinkled her nose. “How wet I sound.”
“You were unlucky. He is a debaucher who took the first chance he could to leave you in the dust and marry the oh-so-pretty Ada.”
Eleanor bit her lip.
“I didn’t mean it like that!” Anne said hastily. “You’re pretty too, Eleanor.”
“In my own way.”
“It’s just that Ada has that heart-shaped face and seems so fragile. She’s like a fairy princess. Irresistible, for a man who loves to think of himself as a knight in shining armor.”
“She truly is fragile—and sweet,” Eleanor said. “I’m not, and I can’t pretend that I am.”
“Of course you’re not. And Gideon knows it now,” Anne said with unmistakable satisfaction.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that he’s tired of Ada and her fainting and coughing and carrying on. I saw it last time Mother took me there for tea and he stayed with us for barely a moment or two. I think he probably fell in love with the idea of saving her, poor fragile little darling that she was, but now he—”
“Don’t go on,” Eleanor said. “You’re making everything in my life, everything I care for, seem shabby and nasty. I know you don’t mean it, but I want you to stop now.”
The door bounced open again. “Girls! Don’t keep me waiting, if you please!” Their mother stood in the doorway, ringed by three maids. “Hobson, gather that lace shawl, if you please. Eleanor, hand the dog to Hobson; he can travel with the maids. Oyster may be a source for conversation, but I’d rather arrive without urine on my skirts.”
“We’ll be there in a moment, Mother,” Eleanor said. Her mother swept back into the entryway, demanding her gloves.
“I’m sorry,” she said to Anne. “I didn’t mean to be unkind. It’s—”
“No, you were right,” her sister said, darting over to give her a hug. “That’s the problem with me. I see everything in the darkest possible light.”
“Don’t you think I’d know it if Gideon had showed the slightest interest in me after marrying Ada? He has rarely spoken to me since hearing his father’s will read.”