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JuLY 1885
NeWport
“Wonderful news, darling. I have it on good authority from none
other than Mr. Ward McAllister that the Duke of Montrose has
taken a special interest in you.”
With her brief respite from the frivolities transpiring at Mr.
Theodore Davis’s Newport cottage clearly at an end, Miss Isadora
Delafield pulled her gaze from the sight of the moon casting its
beams over the ocean. Turning, she discovered her mother, Hester
Delafield, advancing toward her over the seashell path that mean-
dered through the back courtyard.
Keeping her back ramrod straight, because doing anything less
would bring on a certain lecture from her mother, she refused to
sigh when she noticed Hester was bubbling with excitement as she
stepped directly underneath a gas lamp.
“Isn’t that the most marvelous news?” Hester all but gushed.
“I wouldn’t go so far as to claim it’s marvelous. Pleasant per-
haps, but . . .”
“You’ve attracted the notice of a duke,” Hester countered. “A
circumstance that warrants the word marvelous, especially since
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Before she could point out that breach of etiquette to her mother,
Hester was off like a shot, stopping directly in front of the duke
and dipping into a curtsy.
As the duke presented Hester with a bow, Isadora took a sec-
ond to study the man, something she’d not bothered to do when
she’d been presented to him in the receiving line, since she’d been
more interested in getting away from him than taking note of his
appearance.
Like all the gentlemen tonight, the duke was wearing a formal
black jacket, matching trousers, and a brilliant white waistcoat and
white tie. However, unlike the other gentlemen, he’d embellished
his ensemble with a variety of jeweled pins and brooches, as well
as added a good deal of lace to the cuffs of his jacket.
His blond hair, which could only be considered sparse, was
combed over the top of his head, and his eyes appeared small in a
face overly broad and somewhat flaccid, suggesting the duke was
a man who enjoyed his food.
Shaking herself from her perusal when she realized the duke
and her mother were watching her expectantly, Isadora forced feet
that felt as if they’d been weighed down by chains into motion.
Stopping in front of the duke, she reluctantly placed her hand in
the hand he was holding out to her, finding herself oddly mesmer-
ized by the large cuff link shaped like a snake that was attached to
the lace at the edge of his sleeve.
“You’ve led me on a merry chase, Miss Delafield,” the duke
began. “I was beginning to fear I’d not be able to run you to ground
before my most favorite of dances is to begin, that being the waltz.
But here you are and looking just as lovely as I remembered.”
He brought her hand to his lips and kissed her gloved fingers.
Keeping a firm grip on her hand after he was finished, he sent her
a smile that had revulsion crawling up her spine.
Why the mere sight of him smiling repulsed her she couldn’t
say with any certainty, although it might have something to do
with the ominous air she felt swirling around him, an air that was
dark and . . .
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my beck and call. They will certainly be able to bring your riding
skills up to snuff if I come to the decision you’re suitable for what
I need in a . . . well, no need to get ahead of ourselves quite yet.”
Her cheeks suddenly felt overly warm, even with the breeze still
blowing in off the ocean. “American gentlemen are not lacking in
their riding skills, sir,” she replied, astonished that she couldn’t
seem to stop herself from arguing with the man, no matter that
she knew she was courting disaster by doing so. “Nor are they
inferior to any Englishman, as can be seen by their ingenuity in
creating vast fortunes through the sweat of their brow and by
their unrivaled thirst for advancing their many and varied busi-
ness interests.”
The duke patted her arm again. “My dear girl, because of my
noble birth, I possess a superior intellect over most men, not simply
Americans. Despite that indisputable fact, though, allow me to
simply say that American men prove their inferiority by the mere
idea they’ve had to use the sweat of their brows to garner their
fortunes. We Englishmen, especially those of us of the aristocratic
set, never stoop to manual labor.”
“My goodness, but it does seem to me as if the two of you
are getting on famously,” Hester suddenly exclaimed, appearing
from out of nowhere, as if she’d been lurking in the shadows and
realized a timely reappearance was needed. “And forgive me for
interrupting, but we wouldn’t want the duke to miss his waltz,
now, would we?” she asked, narrowing her eyes ever so slightly
at Isadora before she turned back to the duke and smiled. “May
I dare hope you’ve been able to become better acquainted with
my daughter?”
“Indeed.” The duke returned Hester’s smile. “She’s a delight-
ful young lady, and I’m so relieved to learn she did attend Miss
Gibbons’ School for Girls—a school I’ve heard is quite exclusive,
although not as exclusive as the schools in England.”
For the briefest of seconds, Hester’s smile dimmed, but then
she hitched it back into place. “You’ll find that my Isadora has
received a most impressive education, Your Grace. And add in
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Fish, one of the worst gossips society had ever known. “I was
hoping you’d reappear soon. I convinced Mr. Davis to hold off
having the orchestra begin the waltz, but I must say—” she leaned
closer—“the guests were beginning to grow restless, and Mr. Davis
does so long to create an amusing night here at his new cottage.”
She straightened and gestured to the room at large, drawing even
more attention their way.
She nodded to their host for the evening, Mr. Davis, a thin
gentleman who was standing a few feet away from them. “His
Grace has now reappeared, and with our lovely Miss Delafield in
tow, so if you’ll instruct the orchestra to pick up their instruments,
Mr. Davis, we’ll get the waltz underway without further delay.”
Knowing there was no choice but to take to the floor, since
doing otherwise would guarantee tongues would continue to wag,
and not in a favorable fashion, Isadora soon found herself being
escorted by the duke across the ballroom floor.
It took a great deal of effort to keep a smile on her face, espe-
cially when the duke kept inclining his head in a regal manner to
every guest they passed, exactly as if those guests were his loyal
subjects and he, being a magnanimous sort, was bestowing favor
upon them.
Once they reached the very center of the ballroom, he released
his hold on her and presented her with a bow, smiling in clear
approval when she dipped into a perfect curtsy, then straightened.
“Lovely,” he murmured right as the first note sounded. He then
took hold of her hand and swept her into motion, treading on her
foot in the process.
Resisting a wince, she soon found herself participating in one
of the most unusual conversations she’d ever shared with a dance
partner, the topic of that conversation being the proficiency of the
duke’s waltzing abilities.
“You’re most fortunate in being given the opportunity of tak-
ing to the floor with me,” he said as he stepped on her foot again.
“That’s twice you’ve put a foot out of place, my dear, but do know
that I’m an expert at making my partners appear flawless with
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“All I feel comfortable telling you is that it’s a plan that will see
me safely removed from the duke’s intentions while also keeping
me well away from my mother’s demand that I accept the duke’s
suit.”
“You must know that when your mother discovers you’ve left
the city, she’ll hire on the Pinkertons to track you down.”
“I’m hoping that the letter I’ve already composed for her will
dissuade her from doing that. She won’t want anyone to learn that
I’ve fled because of her demands. And I also wrote in that letter
that I won’t be returning to the city until after Father returns from
his trip. He, I’m pleased to say, is not fond of the latest fashion of
acquiring titles, so he’ll set my mother straight in a trice. I simply
need to stay hidden until that happens.”
“How in the world do you think you’ll be able to remain hid-
den? You’re known as one of the greatest beauties of the day, your
photograph graces the papers on an almost weekly basis, and you
draw attention wherever you go—not that you do that on purpose,
mind you, but that is what happens. You’ve also been, forgive
me, remarkably sheltered your entire life, which means you’re ill
equipped to take care of yourself.”
“I’m not completely helpless.”
Beatrix quirked a brow. “You’ve never dressed yourself.”
“True, but I’m sure I’ll be able to figure that out. In all truthful-
ness, I’m looking at this as a grand adventure, a chance to strike out
on my own and leave all the attention I always receive behind me.”
“But it’s not acceptable for a young lady to travel unaccom-
panied.”
“It is if I’m not traveling as a society lady.”
Beatrix’s gaze sharpened on Isadora’s face. “You will explain
that remark—and in depth, if you please.”
Relieved when a duck chose that moment to take flight, Isadora
watched it glide across the water and land on a grassy hill that was
devoid of people, save one lone man who, she was surprised to
note, was waving her way in a manner that could only be described
as enthusiastic. Setting aside her parasol, she leaned forward.
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