“Oh, God, Jane. I always forget to water plants. I’m going to kill it.”

“Forget to water this one.” Jane smiled. “You’re supposed to.”

Her sister nodded and curled up against her.

“Was it worth it?” Jane asked. “This man you were slipping out to meet… Was he worth it?”

Emily paused. “He’s going to be a barrister. He asked me to marry him. I’ve not given him my answer yet. I was waiting for some kind of a sign. And now this thing has happened with Titus.”

“Titus is never a sign of anything but Titus,” Jane said. “Does your barrister love you?”

Emily waited even longer before answering. “I don’t know,” she finally said. “It’s hard for me to read him. He says that I’m pretty.”

“Anyone would say that, silly. You are. But he was meeting you in secret. I can’t like that. Is he a rake?”

“He’s the farthest thing from a rake. I told you, he’s gentle. Except when he’s not. When he’s angry, he speaks his mind quite clearly.”

“Does this not-rakish gentleman have a name?”

She could feel her sister stiffen beside her with some inexplicable tenseness. “He does.”

Was it someone Jane knew? Someone she had mentioned? Not the Marquess of Bradenton, she prayed. Let it not be him. But she didn’t ask. She didn’t push. She simply waited. And after about half a minute, Emily continued.

“It’s Anjan,” Emily said. “Anjan Bhattacharya.”

Jane’s eyes widened in surprise. There were a thousand responses she could give. She mulled them all over and finally settled on one.

“Tell me,” she said sleepily. “Tell me all about him. Does he say your name the way you say his?”

Her sister pondered this. “He told me once that my guardian should hold me precious. But Mama didn’t. Papa didn’t. Titus, oddly enough, has come closest, and he, well….” She sighed and turned in the bed. “That leaves only you, Jane. You’re the only one who has ever thought me a treasure.”

Jane gathered her sister in her arms, holding her close. “Of course, Emily. Of course I do.”

“So who did you have?”

Jane’s throat tightened. Emily had never asked that before. She’d always been the younger sister, never thinking that Jane might need someone, too. Jane shook her head numbly.

“And now you’re going away.” Emily’s own voice was hoarse. “Promise me that you’ll take as good care of yourself as you did of me. Promise that, and I’ll manage to take care of myself.”

“Emily.”

But her little sister kissed her fingertips and set them against Jane’s forehead. “Promise. Promise that you’ll do it.”

Jane folded Emily’s hand in her own. “I promise,” she whispered.

Chapter Sixteen

Anjan Bhattacharya hadn’t known how much he cared until Emily stopped coming. The first day she’d not appeared at their agreed-upon meeting, he wandered up the banks of the brook where they normally walked. He strolled down the other side, where there was no path, only unbroken fields boot-high in winter grasses.

Maybe she’d not been able to get away.

He walked and he waited. After an hour and a half passed, he left.

He waited the second day at the usual time. He waited and he waited and he waited until his feet were sore from standing. He waited until the sun slid from the sky and kissed the horizon, until even his vast well of hope had begun to run dry.

On the third day, a servant was there for him. She frowned at Anjan. “Are you…uh…Mr….uh…”

“Yes,” he replied, because he answered to Mr. Uh almost as often as he did to his own name.

“This is for you,” she said, holding out a square of paper. He broke the seal and unfolded the letter.

Dear Anjan, Emily had written. My uncle has discovered everything. I’ve tried twice, and I can’t get away to see you. I might be able to make it one day, but I can’t ask you to wait for weeks on end on such hopes.

The world, he decided, was vastly unfair.

I have been considering everything you said the last time we spoke. I enjoyed the story you told me, but I’m not sure what to do about it yet.

Emily

He folded the paper carefully. She was considering. He could guess what that meant. The Law Tripos would be administered in a few months, and after that, he’d be gone. He needed proximity, not consideration.

If he were another man, he would march up to her uncle’s house and demand to see her.

He suspected that if he tried, he’d be shot. Or thrown in gaol and accused of some horrendous crime. Nobody would believe him when he said he just wanted to talk to her.

She’d been a bright spot in his day. And now…

He started back toward town.

He was beginning to get angry. Not at her, at a fate that taunted him with something so lovely, and then just as it seemed to be within his reach, snatched it away. Fate was cruel.

He passed through the gates of his college in a black study.

By now, most of his classmates were used to him. If they were the sort to make remarks, they rarely did it around him. He made his way across the green, scowling at the ground.

“Ho, Batty!” a man called.

Anjan almost didn’t stop. He took three strides.

“Batty, where are you going?”

Ah, yes. Batty was him. He halted. Before he looked around, he found his smile. Even now, he could put it on his face with so little effort. It wouldn’t do to scowl at a man just for being friendly. And George Lirington was one of the good ones—one of the people who talked to Anjan, who had first invited him to play cricket. He had even talked his father into finding Anjan a position.

“Batty,” Lirington said, “where were you today? We needed a bowler. We were desperate without you.”

“Lirington,” Anjan spoke as pleasantly as he could. “You look as if you’ve just come from the cricket field. Did they have you bowling, then?”

“Yes, which is why we lost.”

His friend smiled, and began to describe the game in detail, acting out the most important points. Anjan was Batty because Bhattacharya had too many syllables. He’d told one man his first name; the fellow had blinked, and then had immediately dubbed him John. That’s who they thought he was: John Batty. These well-meaning English boys had taken his name as easily, and with as much jovial friendship, as their fathers had taken his country.




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