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The Lost Duke of Wyndham (Two Dukes of Wyndham #1)(12)
Author: Julia Quinn

“I don’t think so,” Grace replied. “She was still abed when I came down. She was rather…ehrm…distraught.”

“I should think so,” Elizabeth remarked. Then she gasped. “Did they make away with her emeralds?”

Grace shook her head. “We hid them. Under the seat cushions.”

“Oh, how clever!” Elizabeth said approvingly. “Amelia, wouldn’t you agree?” Without waiting for an answer, she turned back to Grace. “It was your idea, wasn’t it?”

Grace opened her mouth to retort that she would have happily handed them over, but just then Thomas walked past the open doorway to the sitting room.

Conversation stopped. Elizabeth looked at Grace, and Grace looked at Amelia, and Amelia just kept looking at the now empty doorway. After a moment of held breath, Elizabeth turned to Amelia and said, “I think he does not realize we are here.”

“I don’t care,” Amelia declared, and Grace believed her.

“I wonder where he went,” Grace murmured, although she did not think anyone heard her. They were all still watching the doorway, waiting to see if he’d return.

There was a grunt, and then a crash. Grace stood, wondering if she ought to go investigate.

“Bloody hell,” she heard Thomas snap.

Grace winced, glancing over at the others. They had risen to their feet as well.

“Careful with that,” she heard Thomas say.

And then, as the three ladies watched in silence, the painting of John Cavendish moved past the open doorway, two footmen struggling to keep it upright and balanced.

“Who was that?” Amelia asked once the portrait had gone by.

“The dowager’s middle son,” Grace murmured. “He died twenty-nine years ago.”

“Why are they moving the portrait?”

“The dowager wants it upstairs,” Grace replied, thinking that ought to be answer enough. Who knew why the dowager did anything?

Amelia was apparently satisfied with this explanation, because she did not question her further. Or it could have been that Thomas chose that moment to reappear in the doorway.

“Ladies,” he said.

They all three bobbed curtsies.

He nodded in that way of his, when he was clearly being nothing but polite. “Pardon.” And then he left.

“Well,” Elizabeth said, and Grace wasn’t certain whether she was trying to express outrage at his rudeness or simply fill the silence. If it was the latter, it didn’t work, because no one said anything more until Elizabeth finally added, “Perhaps we should leave.”

“No, you can’t,” Grace replied, feeling dreadful for having to be the bearer of such bad news. “Not yet. The dowager wants to see Amelia.”

Amelia groaned.

“I’m sorry,” Grace said. And meant it.

Amelia sat down, looked at the tea tray and announced, “I’m eating the last biscuit.”

Grace nodded. Amelia would need sustenance for the ordeal ahead. “Perhaps I should order more?”

But then Thomas returned again. “We nearly lost it on the stairs,” he said to Grace, shaking his head. “The whole thing swung to the right and nearly impaled itself on the railing.”

“Oh, my.”

“It would have been a stake through the heart,” he said with grim humor. “It would have been worth it just to see her face.”

Grace prepared to rise and make her way upstairs. If the dowager was awake, that meant her visit with the Willoughby sisters was over. “Your grandmother rose from bed, then?”

“Only to oversee the transfer. You’re safe for now.” He shook his head, rolling his eyes as he did so. “I cannot believe she had the temerity to demand that you fetch it for her last night. Or,” he added quite pointedly, “that you actually thought you could do it.”

Grace thought she ought to explain. “The dowager requested that I bring her the painting last night,” she told Elizabeth and Amelia.

“But it was huge!” Elizabeth exclaimed.

“My grandmother always favored her middle son,” Thomas said, with a twist of his lips that Grace would not have called a smile. He glanced across the room, and then, as if suddenly realizing his future bride was present, said, “Lady Amelia.”

“Your grace,” she responded.

But he couldn’t possibly have heard her. He was already back to Grace, saying, “You will of course support me if I lock her up?”

“Thom-” Grace began, cutting herself off at the last moment. She supposed that Elizabeth and Amelia knew that he had given her leave to use his given name while at Belgrave, but still, it seemed disrespectful to do so when others were present.

“Your grace,” she said, enunciating each word with careful resolve. “You must grant her extra patience this day. She is distraught.”

Grace sent up a prayer for forgiveness as she let everyone think the dowager had been upset by nothing more than an ordinary robbery. She wasn’t precisely lying to Thomas, but she suspected that in this case the sin of omission could prove equally dangerous.

She made herself smile. It felt forced.

“Amelia? Are you unwell?”

Grace turned. Elizabeth was watching her sister with concern.

“I’m perfectly fine,” Amelia snapped, which was enough, of course, to show that she was not.

The pair bickered for a moment, their voices low enough so Grace could not make out their exact words, and then Amelia rose, saying something about needing some air.

Thomas stood, of course, and Grace rose to her feet as well. Amelia passed by and even reached the doorway before Grace realized that Thomas did not intend to follow.

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