Regency Surrender: Scandal And Deception. Marguerite Kaye
lowered her voice even further. ‘If that is Miss Vandenberg, Madame de Lieven will know if she has been given permission to waltz.’
Julian stared at his grandmother, aghast. ‘I have never waltzed here, and I do not intend to do so now.’
However, if they did waltz together he would have her undivided attention. She would not be able to leave the conversation when it was convenient for her, as she had each time they’d spoken in the past.
A smile tugged at his lips as he watched her walk off the dance floor.
* * *
When the quadrille ended Katrina returned to Mrs Forrester and Sarah, who were standing near one of the white gilded columns. She was grateful for the reprieve.
‘You appear to have both feet intact,’ Sarah teased. ‘Perhaps Lord Boreham has taken dancing lessons.’
Fanning herself to cool her heated body, Katrina smirked. ‘No, I have simply become adept at hiding my pain.’
‘Did you hear about the caricature that was printed of him recently?’ Sarah asked, staring questioningly into her glass of lemonade.
Most of these satires mocked political figures and the Prince Regent. Katrina knew there were others that were drawn of certain members of the ton, but since she was fairly new to London, and not well acquainted with too many people, she never paid much attention to them. However, now she was intrigued. ‘What does it look like?’
Sarah glanced over at Lord Boreham, who was standing a few feet away with a group of young bucks. ‘In it he is sprawled on the ground at the entrance to the Palace of Westminster. I do not recall the caption, but the image was memorable. A number of the dandies standing with him now were having a good laugh over it last evening.’
Although she was not fond of the marquess, Katrina felt sorry for him. It must be mortifying to have someone you didn’t know make a mockery of your life.
‘Katrina, if you persist in moving your fan so rapidly I fear the lady behind you will discover her peacock-feathered cap flying away!’ advised Mrs Forrester.
Katrina slowed her hand. ‘Pardon me, but it is so warm in here. I’m looking forward to stepping through the next dance just to create a breeze.’
‘A waltz would do nicely,’ Sarah said.
Katrina leaned in closer. ‘I cannot believe we need permission to waltz here. I have been waltzing all over Europe, and now someone of no relation to me must give their consent.’
‘Well, I find it unusual that men cannot wear trousers here,’ Sarah said, scanning the stocking-clad calves of the men around them. ‘What an odd rule.’
‘Perhaps the patronesses are using their influence as an excuse to admire finely formed legs,’ replied Katrina. ‘What I don’t—’
‘Madame de Lieven, how wonderful to see you,’ said Mrs Forrester, a bit too enthusiastically.
Katrina raised her fan to hide her laugh and turned. Her eyes widened when she saw the Russian Ambassador’s wife on the arm of the Duke of Lyonsdale.
‘It is lovely to see you, ladies,’ Madame de Lieven said, inclining her head. She introduced Mrs Forrester and Sarah to the Duke, and then turned to Katrina. ‘I understand you are already acquainted with His Grace?’
Katrina could feel the weight of his attention as she lowered herself into a curtsy. ‘I am,’ she muttered.
‘Ladies,’ he said, in that deep voice that reverberated through her body. ‘I hope you are enjoying yourselves this evening.’
Mrs Forrester replied rather quickly—perhaps because she was wary of what Katrina or Sarah might say. ‘Thank you, we are. I believe Almack’s is an experience one must have in order to fully appreciate it.’
That was vague enough. Katrina bit her lip to keep from laughing.
‘And what do you appreciate the most?’ he asked them, with a knowing look in his eye.
‘We’ve been discussing the fine dancing,’ replied Mrs Forrester.
‘And the fashionable attendees,’ said Sarah as she glanced down at the Duke’s muscular calves, encased in white stockings.
When Katrina coughed to cover her laugh, he narrowed his eyes at her. ‘And, Miss Vandenberg, what have you come to appreciate this evening?’
Don’t say finely formed legs!
Katrina knew he suspected their discussion had not been innocuous. Could she ignore a duke in the middle of Almack’s and not lose her voucher? Probably not. She lowered her hand and stared directly into his green eyes.
He arched his brow.
She glared momentarily.
His lips twitched.
‘I have been enjoying honest discussions with my friends.’ She saw in his eyes that he understood what she implied.
Madame de Lieven cleared her throat and they both turned her way. ‘Miss Vandenberg, His Grace has requested a waltz with you, and I have happily granted his request.’
Katrina stared at her and prayed she had remembered to close her mouth. ‘How kind of you,’ she managed to utter. Who was she to speak for Katrina? And that insufferable man knew she could not turn him down now.
‘I believe the waltz is next,’ Madame de Lieven noted, appearing pleased with herself.
Lyonsdale held out his arm and sent Katrina a challenging look. ‘Then it is wise for us to proceed to the dance floor,’ he said.
She glared at him while politely resting her hand on his sleeve. They excused themselves and strolled through the crowd of people who parted for them. Watchful eyes followed their every step.
‘I assure you I do not bite,’ he whispered into her hair.
She chewed her lip to stop herself from telling him to go to the devil. Stepping on to the dance floor, he spun her around elegantly and placed his gloved hand on her back. Heat ran from his hand through her entire body. It was becoming difficult to breathe normally. A momentary sense of panic made her wonder how quickly the waltz would end. Maybe she could fake an illness in the middle of it?
He pulled her closer. She pushed her body further away.
‘I have the distinct impression that you would rather be elsewhere,’ he said. ‘May I ask why?’
‘No, you may not. I am still angry with you, lest you had not noticed.’
‘I thought you might be. Does your anger preclude us from speaking?’
‘It does. Angry people should not converse. It leads to further ill will.’
‘Is that an American rule of conduct? What is the case when only one of the party is angry?’
‘Then that person should remain silent. Usually the harshest statements are made in anger.’
He leaned his head closer. ‘And you are angry with me because you feel I have deliberately deceived you?’
‘Yes.’ She would not give him the satisfaction of knowing she was also angry because he had previously ignored her.
‘You say angry people should not converse, and yet here you are speaking to me. I really am becoming puzzled with your logic.’ He inhaled slowly.
Katrina jerked her head away from his.
He had the nerve to grin at her. ‘I am simply stating the inconsistency of our situation.’
‘Do not patronise me,’ she chided. ‘And stop sniffing my hair. It is disconcerting.’
‘For you or for me?’
‘For me,’ she replied in a low, forceful voice.