Miss Winthorpe's Elopement (Belston & Friends #1)(40)

Hector was silent, letting the truth sink in. And then he confirmed Adam’s new suspicions. ‘She has received no visitors because there is no one who has missed her. No one has expressed concern at her absence, or will wish her well on her good fortune. She has no friends, sir. None.’

‘That is strange.’ He could not help but say it, for it was. ‘There is nothing about her that would indicate the fact. She does not complain of loneliness. Nor is there any reason that people might shun her society.’

‘That is because she has been most effective at shunning the society of others. Her behaviour in public is, at best, outlandish, and at worst disturbing. When Father tried to give her a come-out, she made such a fool of herself that before the Season was complete, she had taken to her bed and was unwilling even to come down for tea. We hoped, with time, she would calm herself. But by the next year she was even more set in her ways than she had been. Small gatherings made her nervous, and large groups left her almost paralysed with fear.’

Hector looked at Adam with suspicion. ‘And so it went, until she went off to Scotland in a huff, and came back with you. You will find, once you get to know her, that no fortune will make up for deficiencies of the mind.’ His smile twisted with cruelty. ‘Or do you claim some sudden deep affection for the girl that caused you to sweep her from her feet?’

Once again, Adam was trapped between the truth and the appearance of the thing. ‘I can say in all honesty that I did not know of her fortune when I married her. And as far as my deep and abiding affection for her…’ the words stuck in his throat ‘…you will never hear me claim otherwise, in public or private.’

Hector smiled and nodded. ‘Spoken like a politician. It is not a lie, but it tells me nothing of what really happened.’

Adam stared at him without answering.

‘Very well.’ Hector tapped the invitation on the desk. ‘You will not explain. But as a politician, you must be conscious of how her behaviour will reflect on you. It might be best to cut your losses, before she exposes herself, as she is most sure to do, and brings scandal down upon you.’

Adam drew in a breath. ‘Cut my losses. And how, exactly, do you propose I do that?’

Hector smiled. ‘You may think it is too late to seek an annulment. But you can hardly be expected to remain married, if there is any question as to the mental soundness of one of the parties involved. Think of the children, after all.’

‘And if I cast her off?’

‘I would take her back, and make sure she had the care she needed.’

When hell freezes. ‘And you will take her money as well, I suppose.’ Adam made a gesture, as if washing his hands. ‘You are right, Winthorpe. I am growing worried about what a child of this union may be like. Suppose my heir should take after you? If that is not reason to remain childless, I cannot think of a better one. And as for any balls or entertainments we might choose to have? Such things are between myself and my wife and none of your affair.’ But he felt less confident than he had before.

Hector threw his hands in the air. ‘Very well, then. On your head be it if the poor girl drops on the dance floor in a fit of nervous prostration. Do not say you were not warned. The wilfulness of marrying was her doing. But you, sir, must take credit for the damage from now on.’ And with that, he collected his hat and left the house.

Adam stared across the hall and felt a wave of protectiveness for the woman behind the closed door. Her brother was even more repellent than Adam had imagined, and he understood why she might have been willing to risk a stranger over another moment with Hector.

His accusation was a ploy to regain control of her fortune, of course. But suppose his wife was as frightened of society as her brother claimed? It explained much of Penny’s behaviour, since they had been married. She was obviously happier alone with her books. It would be terribly unfair of him to expect her to stand before his friends as hostess.

Unfair, but necessary. People would talk, of course. There was no stopping it when Clarissa was egging them on. The longer his wife hid behind her studies, the louder the voices would become, and the crueller the speculations. A single evening’s entertainment would do much to settle wagging tongues.

But the sight of her, frozen in terror in front of a hundred guests, would do nothing to help and much to hurt. Hector was right in that, at least. He must avoid that, at all costs.

He rose, crossed the hall and knocked upon her door, opening it before she could deny him.

She was seated in a chair at the tiny writing desk in the corner, attired in a pale blue gown that must have been one of the purchases he had forced upon her. He doubted it would win favour to tell her that the colour and style suited her well, although, in truth, they did. She looked quite lovely in the morning sunlight, surrounded by books.

She set down the volume she had been reading, pushed her glasses up her nose and looked up at him with cool uninterest. ‘Is there something that I can help you with?’

How best to broach the question? ‘I was wondering— are preparations for the ball progressing well?’

She nodded, and he felt the tension in the air as she stiffened. ‘As well as can be expected. The invitations have been sent, and replies are returning. The hall is cleaned, the food is ordered.’

‘I thought…perhaps we could cancel the plans, if it is being too much trouble.’