Page 101 of Ravished

"I am pleased to hear it, my dear," Gideon murmured.

Effie rolled her eyes. "I have had enough of this crazed conversation. Let us be off."

"Certainly." Harriet led the way out of the library. She refused to look back at Gideon because she knew he was silently laughing at her.

A few minutes later, when Effie and Felicity were seated across from Harriet in the carriage, Felicity succumbed to a burst of giggles.

"I fail to see what is so amusing," Harriet grumbled.

"How long can you maintain this pose of not talking to him?" Felicity demanded. "I was told on the dance floor last night by several of my partners that there are bets being placed in the clubs. Everyone is trying to guess the exact length of time the Quarrel will last."

"It is no one's business," Harriet retorted.

Effie gave her a severe frown. "If that is the case, you should have kept your Quarrel private."

"It was impossible to do so," Harriet said. "Gideon insists on provoking me at every turn. Just as he did in the library a few minutes ago. He refuses to respect the fact that I am not speaking to him."

Effie eyed her curiously. "You cannot be surprised to learn that Society is finding this all quite fascinating. Your husband has always been a source of gossip."

"I know," Harriet admitted.

"Attacking Rushton as you did last night has just added another dollop of excitement to the rumors."

Harriet scowled. "Rushton called St. Justin a beast again. I cannot abide it when anyone calls him by that horrid name."

"This is the first time we have had an opportunity to see you alone," Felicity said, leaning forward intently. "And I have been dying to know just why it is you are not speaking to St. Justin. Does it have anything to do with these rumors of a challenge we have been hearing? What is going on, Harriet?"

Harriet looked at her sister and her aunt and nearly broke into tears. "You have heard about the duel?"

"Everyone has heard," Felicity assured her. "For heaven's sake St. Justin chose Fry and Applegate for his seconds. Neither one of them could keep silent. They are both far too taken with the notion of themselves as men of the world now."

"It is absolutely outrageous," Effie complained. "A duel is supposed to be conducted in some secrecy, for goodness' sake."

"There are always rumors about duels," Felicity pointed out.

"Yes, but in this case the matter has virtually become a public spectacle. The entire world knows about it."

"Oh, dear." Harriet groped for a handkerchief in her reticule. "It is all so awful I am so afraid St. Justin will be shot or forced to flee the country. And all because of Mr. Morland. He is not worth a duel. I have explained that to St. Justin, but he refuses to call it off."

Effie gazed at her thoughtfully. "Is that why you are not speaking to your husband? You are angry with him for risking his neck in a duel?"

Harriet nodded morosely. "Yes. And it is all my fault, in a way."

Felicity leaned back in the seat. "St Justin challenged Morland because of something Morland said to you? Is that what happened?"

Harriet sighed. "It was a bit more than just an insult, I'll grant you. Nevertheless—"

"How much more than just an insult?" Effie demanded.

"Mr. Morland attacked me, if you must know the truth." Harriet saw the horror in her aunt's eyes and hastened to reassure her. "But there was no great harm done. Except to Mr. Morland. I dropped a rather large stone on his head. But St. Justin refuses to let the matter rest."

"I should think not," Effie retorted. "This news changes everything. Of course St. Justin must do something."

"Oh, Harriet," Felicity breathed. "St. Justin is going to fight a duel over your honor I think that is terribly romantic."

"Well, I do not," Harriet snapped. "I have got to find a way to prevent it."

"He must love you very much," Felicity observed, eyes filled with wonder.

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