Reunited At The King's Court. Helen Dickson
by that, Sir Ralph?’
‘He’s a King’s man—do not forget that Charles Stuart’s father was executed for the tyrant he was.’
‘None the less, his son is the King who it is hoped will turn England back into a place of happiness and contentment, a place of peace.’
The look Sir Ralph gave her was hard. ‘You are far too outspoken, Mistress Dryden. I hope the obedience of your attitude is not a guise to deceive me.’
‘I am not sinful. I have done no harm.’
‘I see so little of you. I might think that you deliberately avoid me. Have I offended you in some way?’
‘No,’ she lied, anxious to be gone, hating the way his eyes devoured her, lingering too long on the swell of her breasts beneath the fabric of her dress, seeming to take salacious pleasure in what he saw despite his earlier rebuke. ‘Hester keeps me busy for most of the time.’
‘Not all the time, surely. You have the time to spend with James Sefton by all accounts.’
The reproach in his voice was evident. ‘James is a friend. He makes me laugh. We are neighbours and of an age and he is fun to be with.’
‘And I am not.’
‘I did not say that, although I know you to be more than twice his age.’
‘True, but let me give you a bit of wisdom. There is more to a man than a handsome face or pair of broad shoulders. Think about it. You know that I have always been fond of you. I find it such a delight to talk to you.’
‘You are easily content, Sir Ralph.’
‘Richard always speaks highly of you—of your intelligence, Mistress Dryden. You are aware of my intentions and that Richard has given permission for a betrothal between us.’
‘I know that.’
‘Then you might sound more enthusiastic about it. It is my wish that we be married before the autumn, so our betrothal will be soon? When you are my wife I shall be favoured twice.’
‘How so?’
‘A beautiful and a clever wife. I would be the happiest of men. What more could any man ask?’
‘What more indeed?’ Arlette murmured quietly.
‘I was drawn to you the first time I saw you and blind to all other women,’ he said, his voice low, as if unable to conceal the passion Arlette never failed to rouse in him. ‘I will visit Richard at his house to discuss the details of the betrothal.’ His eyes narrowed as he noted the flash of defiance that flared in Arlette’s eyes, which vanished almost as soon as it was there. ‘You do want to marry me, don’t you, Arlette?’
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