Lady Beneath the Veil(25)

The serious look disappeared and he smiled, flicking her cheek with one careless finger.

'Of course I forgive you,' he said lightly. 'Now let us hurry back to  Brook Street. All this excitement has given me an appetite!'

* * *

It was almost an hour later when Gideon sat down to dinner with his  wife, but despite his earlier protestations he only picked at the array  of sumptuous dishes spread before him. His thoughts went back constantly  to the events earlier that evening. Max's attempts to discredit his  wife had angered him, but that was not the only reason for his  distraction. He was shocked by the jealousy that had consumed him when  he had suspected Nicky had taken a lover.

That had been superseded by fear for her safety when he realised Max's  involvement, but more than anything he was confused by the overwhelming  desire that had come over him when he had kissed her. It had been every  bit as strong as on their wedding night. Then he had put it down to an  excess of wine. Kissing his wife in broad daylight and in such a public  place as St James's Street should not have had anything like the same  effect, but the touch of her lips had shaken him to the very core. He  had covered it well, of course, but then, when they were walking home  and she had mentioned her passionate nature, the memory of her response  to his lovemaking on that first, momentous night had hit him so forcibly  that for a few moments he had not been able to speak and had only been  aware of a strong desire to rush home and repeat the performance.

Since their night together at Elmwood he had tried to treat her as a  wife should be treated. He visited her bed for the sole purpose of  producing an heir, keeping all other feelings well under control and it  shocked him, as they entered the shadowy portals of his Brook Street  house to find that he wanted to pick her up and carry her to his room,  to rip off her clothes and make love to her as violently, as  passionately as on that first, tempestuous occasion.                       
       
           



       

It could not be, of course. Now she was carrying his child he had no  excuse to make love to her. His father had told him to take a mistress,  but Gideon knew now that he did not want a mistress, he wanted his wife.

He struggled through dinner, trying to converse, attempting to  entertain Nicky with amusing anecdotes while all he could think of was  the softness of her skin, the warmth of her limbs when they were wrapped  around him. When she went off to the drawing room he lingered over his  port, wondering if the excitement of the day would make her too tired to  wait up for him, but as he reached the drawing-room door he heard the  soft lilting strains of the harp.

He watched her from the doorway, marvelling at the concentration on her  face, and when his eyes moved to her hands caressing the strings he  found himself remembering how gently those same fingers touched his  body. Gideon shifted uncomfortably. It would not do. She was with child  and as such would not welcome his advances. Indeed, he knew that such  behaviour was downright dangerous. Father had made that quite clear.  Looking across at the delicate little figure before him, Gideon knew he  would not risk such a thing happening to Nicky.

Yet it took all his resolution to part from her that night and not to make his way through the dressing room to her bedchamber.

* * *

'I think we should go to Rotham,' Gideon announced at breakfast the next morning. 'It is time you met my father.'

Dominique continued pouring her coffee. It was not unexpected, but his next words caused her to heart to sink.

'You will remain there until the baby is born.'

'And will you stay, too?' she asked, trying to keep her voice casual.

'For a couple of weeks.'

So it had come. He had had enough of her-and how could she blame him,  after her foolishness yesterday? There could be no arguing. Of course he  would want the child to be born at Rotham, especially if it was a boy.

'When do we go?'

'In three weeks.'

'Gwen has invited us to join her in Brighton.'

'Impossible,' he said shortly.

She accepted this, but he must have observed her disappointment for he  added in a kinder tone, 'Perhaps next year. Dr Harris is very good, but I  should like you to have the services of my father's medical man, a very  experienced doctor. He delivered both of my sister's children.  Ribblestone's country seat, Fairlawns, is but five miles from Rotham and  Gwen will vouch for him, I am sure. That is, have you told her that you  are increasing?'

'Yes, but I swore her to secrecy.'

He gave a wry smile. 'Then I doubt it will remain a secret much  longer.' He pushed back his chair. 'If you are in agreement, then I  shall write to my father today and tell him we shall be at Rotham by the  middle of July.'

What could she say? It was good of him to pretend she had a choice.

* * *

When Gwen heard that they were going to Rotham she screwed her face up  in distaste. Dominique blinked away a rogue tear that threatened her  eye.

'Gideon says I am to stay there until the baby is born.'

'Six months! You poor thing.' Gwen added quickly, 'I am sure he is thinking of your well-being, my love.'

'He says the doctor there is very good.'

'Oh, yes, indeed, you will like Dr Bolton, I am sure. Did Gideon tell  you he delivered my babies? Perhaps if he had been our doctor when Mama  was carrying that last child...'

'What happened?' asked Dominique.

Gwen sighed. 'When we were young Mama was never well. She was always  enceinte, or recuperating after a miscarriage. She had six more children  after Gideon, but they all died within hours. Not that she ever  complained. I believe she loved my father passionately. But the last  time she was brought to bed she did not recover. Papa was heartbroken. I  did not understand at the time why he should blame himself, but now  that I am married I understand that a man can be too...physical.' Gwen  blushed.

'And when did she die?'

'Oh, it must be twelve years since. It was a bad time, we were all at Rotham, we all knew her suffering.'

'Poor lady,' murmured Dominique. 'Perhaps Gideon really is concerned for my health.'                       
       
           



       

'How can you think otherwise? You are still fretting over your cousin's  words, is that it? You are worried Gideon wants to be a bachelor again.  I do not think he has any such intention.'

'He did say he had outgrown Max and his circle,' said Dominique, hopefully.

'I am sure he has.' Gwen said slowly, 'Gideon's wildness in recent  years was more a rebellion against Papa, I think. You see, after Mama  died Father changed. I was engaged to Ribblestone at the time, so I  never suffered too much from his melancholy, and James, too, was of age  and spent most of his time in town, but poor Gideon-Papa tried to turn  him into a pattern card. It became even worse when James was murdered in  Paris, and then Tante Gwendoline and the duc were guillotined. Gideon  remained at Rotham, Father said it was his duty, now he was the heir,  but the constraint irked him a great deal. It was no wonder that when he  inherited a small fortune he took the opportunity to escape to town. He  spent recklessly and seemed intent on committing every folly  imaginable...' She smiled. 'So you see, my love, marriage to you could  well be the making of my brother!'

* * *

Dominique clung on to that small ray of hope as she prepared to leave  London. It was not to be expected that her interesting condition would  remain a secret, although Gwen had assured her sister-in-law that she  had told only her closest friends. By July it was all over town and  Dominique had to accustom herself to beaming smiles and knowing looks.  She saw Raymond Lamotte occasionally, but afforded him no more than a  distant bow. She was still very angry with Max, but thankfully the one  time they met she had Gideon by her side.

They were attending a musical recital and she was coming out of the  supper room on Gideon's arm when the earl appeared before them.

'Martlesham.'

As Gideon bowed she made her curtsy to the earl.

'Good evening, Albury. Cousin.' He held on to her fingers after kissing them. 'I understand I am to congratulate you.'

'Thank you, Max.' She withdrew her hand as she gave him a glittering smile. He responded with one equally false.

'It explains why you can do no wrong in your husband's eyes at present.'

Gideon gave a soft laugh.

'You are thinking of our embrace in St James's Street.' He pulled her  hand on to his arm again and patted it. 'An outrageous display of  affection in public, of course, but I could not help myself.'

'Could you not?' Max's lip curled. 'I thought it might be for my benefit.'

'Good Gad, no,' exclaimed Gideon, recoiling artistically. 'Whatever gave you that idea?'

'Oh, I don't know,' returned Max, considering. 'I think it was something Lamotte said to me.'

Dominique froze. A furious retort rose to her lips, but Gideon's hand  was still covering hers and he gave it the slightest squeeze. She  remained silent.