The jaded expression she wore was not half as attractive as the innocent happiness of her former self, before she had married the earl. Instead I looked into her eyes, noticing how much less beautiful she looked now. “Very well, do you not think?” She rested her hands at her hips, as if inviting me to examine her figure. I raised her hand to my lips, murmuring, “Lady Marsh,” while brushing a kiss over the satin glove. “I was hoping you would cross my path this evening.” Her wrist was encircled in the old, famed jewels of her husband’s family, as was her throat. “Sir Philip.” Her voice was warm and welcoming. It was apparent in her posture, that self-assured pose of patient expectation. I could see it in the way she had carved out a space in the crowd. But as I turned to leave I came face to face with Lady Marsh. Wingrave looked daggers at her daughter when I handed her over, explaining that she was not feeling well enough to dance, and excused myself, intent on escaping to the card room.
She did not appear to think he was a good enough catch, though, as she did not return his smile and let her gaze roam across the other dancers.
Colton was smiling idiotically at Miss Daventry during their dance. “I would hate for you to come to harm.” I took her by the elbow and guided her across the crowded ballroom, noticing as I did so that Mr. It wasn’t her fault that she had seen the example of the other young ladies’ behavior here tonight. I was only a little dizzy for a moment.” She was young and silly. “Allow me to take you to your mother,” I told her with a smile. When Miss Wingrave pretended to trip and then fell against me in the course of the dance so that I was obliged to catch her, I had suddenly had enough.
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