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A Brief Conversation The
Duchess of Girton's
Bedchamber

Lady Troubridge's House Party East Cliff

"Well, what does he look like?"

There was a pause. "He has black hair, I remember that," Gina said dubiously. She was sitting at her dressing table and tying a hair ribbon into small knots. Ambrogina, Duchess of Girton, rarely fidgeted. Duchess is as duchess does, one of her governesses had insisted. But Gina was panicking. Even duchesses panic, on occasion.

Esme Rawlings burst into laughter. "You don't know what your own husband looks like?"

Gina scowled. "It's easy for you to laugh. Your husband isn't returning from the continent to find you in the midst of a scandal. I've been insisting that Cam annul our marriage so that I can marry Sebastian. After he reads that dreadful bit of gossip in The Tatler, he'll think I'm a loose woman."

"Not if he knows you," Esme chortled.

"That's just it! He doesn't know me. What if he believes the talk about Mr. Wapping?"

"Fire your tutor and it'll blow over in a week."

"I won't fire poor Mr. Wapping. He came all the way from Greece to be my tutor, and the poor man doesn't have anywhere to go. Besides, he hasn't done anything wrong, and neither have I, so why should I act as if I had?"

"Being seen with your tutor at two in the morning by Willoughby Broke and his wife was not the soundest policy."

"You know we were simply observing the meteor shower. At any rate, you're not answering me. What if I don't recognize my own husband?" Gina turned around on her stool and fixed her eyes on Esme. "It will be the most humiliating moment of my life!"

"For goodness' sake, you sound like a bad actress in a melodrama. He'll be announced by the butler, won't he? So you'll have time to collect yourself. Oh my dearest husband," Esme said, casting Gina a melting look of welcome. "What a terrible, terrible sorrow your absence has been to me!" She began fanning herself languidly.

Gina grimaced at her. "I suppose you employ that sentence frequently?"

"Naturally. Miles and I are always polite, whenever we meet. Which is rare, thank goodness."

Gina put down the ribbon, now knotted in fifty places. "Look at this—my hands are shaking. I don't know anyone who has experienced such a horrendous meeting."

"You're exaggerating. Think how poor Caroline Pratt felt when she had to tell her husband she was pregnant—and he away in the Low Countries all the previous year!"

"That must have been difficult."

"Although she really did him a favor. What in God's name would have happened to the estate if she hadn't managed to produce an heir? They have been married over ten years, after all. Pratt should have thanked her very nicely, although I have no doubt but what he didn't, men being the boors they are."

"My point is that meeting Cam is going to be prodigiously difficult," Gina said. "I'm not sure I will know him from Adam."

"I thought you spent your childhood in his pocket."

"That's not the same as meeting him as a grown man. He was just a boy when we married."

Copyright © 2002 by Eloisa James