Page 38 of Undercover Duke
That seemed to soothe his lordship, for he settled back onto the sofa, though he made sure to sit at the opposite end from Vanessa.
An awkward silence ensued. Her mother tried to keep up the conversation by inquiring about Lord Lisbourne’s aged mother, who was nearly ninety. That proved to be a wrong turn, since the marquess went to great lengths to explain how he must stay away from any sick person to keep from giving an illness to his dear mother.
Fortunately, their butler appeared in the parlor doorway. “His Grace, the Duke of Armitage, is here to see Miss Pryde, my lady.”
Her mother glared at the servant. “Tell him we are not at home.”
Vanessa sprang to her feet. “Don’t be rude, Mama. He will see Lord Lisbourne’s phaeton and know we are home. We don’t wish to insult our dearest Grey’s brother.” When the butler stood stoically awaiting a decision, Vanessa added, “Please show His Grace in, if you please.”
Despite looking unhappy about the matter, her mother gave the faintest of nods, the butler hurried off, and Vanessa let out the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.
As he was announced, her mother and Lord Lisbourne joined her in standing. Sheridan looked particularly delicious today, his forest-hued riding coat highlighting the green of his eyes and his buckskin breeches with top boots making him appear rather casual for once.
Vanessa couldn’t help but smile at him. “It was very good of you to come, sir.”
Sheridan, who held both hands behind his back, bowed to her and Lord Lisbourne, then pulled out a dark bottle from behind his back and approached Mama with it. “Lady Eustace, I thought you might enjoy some perry made on my estate from our very own pears.”
A surprised smile crossed her mother’s face as she took it. “For me? Why, thatiskind of you, Your Grace. Most kind indeed. I do enjoy a good cider from time to time, but I’ve never had the pear kind.”
“I hope you enjoy it,” Sheridan said politely.
He’d certainly found the quickest way to Mama’s heart. Her mother did love wine and cider.
Then he turned to Vanessa and offered her a posy of lilies. “These are for you.”
Her silly heart jumped. “How did you know lilies are my favorite?”
“Because I have a working nose.” When she cocked her head, unsure of what he meant, he laughed. “Your scent—it’s of lilies.”
“Oh! Why . . . so it is.”
Behind her, Lord Lisbourne snorted. Not that she cared. She couldn’t believe Sheridan knew what her scent was. And bought her flowers of the same kind! How amazing that he’d noticed such a thing. She would never have expected it of Studious Sheridan. Or Saint Sheridan, for that matter. When he bowed his head low enough so that the others couldn’t see, then winked at her, she had to stifle her laugh. She’d begun to notice he had a mischievous streak sometimes.
With a light heart, she went to ask the footman in the hall to put her posy in some water. As she returned, Lord Lisbourne was saying his good-byes. Fortunately, the rules of paying calls were on her side today. Not only were callers not supposed to outstay their welcome, but if a second person came to pay a call when the first one was still there, the first was expected to leave within a few minutes of the second’s arrival.
So she said all the niceties to Lord Lisbourne, barely waiting until he was out of the room before taking her seat on the sofa again. With a little thrill she noticed Sheridan chose to sit rather closer to her than the marquess had. If she had begun sneezing and coughing aroundhim, would he have kept her at arm’s length?
She doubted it. Sheridan didn’t seem the type to worry about colds.
He smiled at Mama. “I was sorry to hear you were too ill to attend my brother’s little party last night. My mother was disappointed, too.”
Vanessa swallowed the urge to laugh at the unlikeliness of that.
“I understand, Lady Eustace,” Sheridan went on, “that you and my mother had your debuts the same year.”
That shocked Vanessa. “Is that true, Mama? Did you really have your debut so late? What were you then? Twenty-seven?”
“Twenty-six, young lady. Only a year older than you.”
“Yes, but I’m not having my debut at this age.”
Her mother arched one eyebrow. “And yet you aren’t married. At least I didn’t squander my youth without finding a husband. I had the good sense to accept the first eligible man to offer for me at my age.”
“Mama!” Vanessa said, as heat rose up her neck to her cheeks. She had to bite her tongue to keep from pointing out that for years her mother had discouraged any suitor who wasn’t Grey. Because if she said what she was thinking, her mother might say something even worse.
“In any case,” Mama said, “you should be able to guess why I had to marry so late. It was on account of your three aunts, my older sisters. Your grandfather wouldn’t pay for a debut for the rest of us until the oldest had wed. So I had to wait until each got married before I could have my own debut.”
“Oh, Mama, I didn’t know.”
