"She'll be fine, Blackmoor," Charles chided. "Mary will take care of her."
"I just worry," he said, catching himself mumbling.
"I can tell. You remind me of my faithful old dog. He was always such a jolly fellow until someone threatened my existence. Then he came out with teeth flying."
Simon sank into his chair. Surely she would return soon.
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"I must tell you how terribly brave I think you are," Mary said in hushed tones as they walked down the crowded corridor.
"Brave?" Lily echoed, suddenly ill at ease.
"Why, if I were you, I wouldn't even step foot in public yet. I would have waited until the scandal died down a bit." She smiled at Lily. "But then I would imagine Blackmoor would never have married someone without a strong backbone."
Lily stopped walking and turned toward Mary. "I have no idea what you're referring to. Please enlighten me."
"Oh, my," the woman breathed. "You don't know?"
A giggle sounded near them. Lily looked up when she heard someone whisper loudly, "I can't believe she's walking around in public!"
"Know what?" Lily asked, as she drew Mary to the side of the hallway.
"The society columns," Mary mumbled. "The rumors about you and Blackmoor. About why you had to marry quickly." The woman looked down at the floor.
"There are always rumors about His Grace in those pages. It's nothing new." Lily tried to sound light and dignified.
"Yes, but these were about you, dear," Mary said quietly.
Lily shook her head in disbelief. She'd never done anything to provoke a scandal. "What do they say?"#p#分页标题#e#
"I've said too much already."
"Please, Mary."
"You should ask His Grace," the woman hedged.
"I'll do just that," Lily said as she turned quickly and stomped back down the corridor.
She heard laughter to her right and looked over to find a group of well-dressed ladies staring at her, tittering behind their fans. Honestly, didn't they have anything better to do? Obviously not.
Then the crowd parted, and Lily saw the source of the laughter. Mrs. Teresa Hamilton, stunning as ever, stood amongst them, wearing a smug smile and a low-cut dress. Lily didn't know which was more offensive.
Lily resisted the urge to rip the perfect blond curls from her head. No matter how satisfying that seemed, it certainly wouldn't help Lily's current predicament. She tipped her nose in the air and continued down the hallway, determined to act the role of duchess even if she didn't feel it.
Simon's box came into view, and Lily increased her gait. How could he not tell her what was being said? How could he parade her in front of the ton without any warning? In her haste, Lily stumbled just outside their box but managed to catch herself. She took a deep breath and adjusted her slipper.
Then she heard Simon's hushed voice filter through the curtain. "No, Lily doesn't know about me."
What didn't she know? Lily tilted her head to hear better.
"Certainly, you plan to tell her?" Charles asked.
"Lily doesn't need to know about that part of my life," Simon snarled.
"Don't bare your teeth at me," Charles growled back.
Did they always fight like that? What an odd family.
"My wife knows all my secrets." The man chuckled. "And adores every last one of them."
"I don't care to know what goes on in your bedroom," Simon replied, and she could hear the frown in his voice.
"Never in a bedroom when the moon is full, dear boy."
Simon growled. "What could possibly be keeping Lily?"
Before she knew what happened, Simon barreled out of the box and straight into her.
Thirty-Eight
"Simon!" Lily cried as she nearly stumbled to the floor.
His reflexes were quick, and he snatched her to him, righting her in no time. "I'm so sorry, love."
She stared at him with a mix of fear and barely contained anger. "Why didn't you tell me?" she demanded.
Oh, dear God! What had she overheard? What had Charles said? Simon's mind went back over the conversation. The lout had announced that Mary knew all of his secrets and then mentioned the full moon. Certainly Lily hadn't deduced anything from that.
"Tell you what?" he asked cautiously, glancing briefly at the other patrons walking past. Certainly the busy corridor was not the place to have this conversation. Simon directed her inside the box.
When Charles met his eyes, Simon glowered at his cousin. "Out!" he barked.
Charles returned his frown but did as he was bid. Then Simon looked into Lily's furious hazel eyes. Her lips pursed to angry little buds.