“So, that is that,” she finished, with resignation. “He will have nothing more to do with me, and how can I blame him? He thinks me another Lady Cynthia.”

“But, Emily, I am sure if you just explained why you refused him—”

“How would he ever believe me? No, the time to tell him was the night of my rescue. I hesitated, and now I am lost.”

“I cannot believe that he has ceased to love you. I am sure he would be relieved to hear your explanation.”

“Perhaps. I feel, however, that I have lost him irrevocably. There is no warmth in his regard any longer, not like there was. And then, after my foolish behavior in traveling unaccompanied after dark, he probably thinks my actions completely inexplicable. Certainly they were lacking in the decorum one looks for in the wife of a marquess, not to mention a future duchess. No, I must forget him,” Emily announced resolutely, and when Lydia looked disbelieving, Emily just smiled. “You do not believe me, I see. Well, I am determined. I am only nineteen after all, and Lord Wesleigh is not the only gentleman in the world. I am going to a ball on Wednesday, where I am sure to meet a number of nice gentlemen. I refuse to let Lord Wesleigh destroy my pleasure in the ball. I just hope my bruise has faded by then.” This effectively turned the subject to that of cosmetics that could be discreetly applied to disguise Emily’s bruise, if necessary, followed by a serious discussion of how each of them should arrange her hair.

Lydia, however, could not be happy when her sister suffered so miserably. She resolved to do something about it, and consulted Sedgewick at the earliest opportunity. He was happy at the prospect of interfering in his friend’s romance as thoroughly as Wesleigh had interfered with his own, and he and Lydia soon decided the most effective way of inciting Wesleigh to passion was to make him jealous.

“But of whom?” Lydia asked, once this course was decided upon.

“There are sure to be quite a few gentlemen at the ball.”

“Yes, but I know of no one in particular who admires Emily.”

“Wesleigh does not know that. We just have to pick out one of her partners, and I will mention to Wesleigh that he has told me how greatly he admires Emily.”

“Jonathan,” Lydia exclaimed, admiration shining in her eyes, “you are brilliant.”

This statement was bound to make Sedgewick forget his friend’s ill-fated romance completely, and the conversation was effectively over.

It was not to be imagined, however, that the two unfortunate lovers were not thrown together often before the ball on Wednesday evening. The duke was still Lady Smithfield’s guest, Alexander was now acknowledged as his son, and Sedgewick was engaged to one of the daughters of the house. This made for many unpleasant meetings between Emily and Alexander. Added to this were the obvious matchmaking efforts of Lydia and Sedgewick, and the less obvious efforts of Lady Smithfield and the duke. Sir Marcus was the only person who had no interest in seeing Emily and Wesleigh get together.

For Sir Marcus fancied himself quite smitten with Emily Smithfield in his own right. He had been previously well disposed toward her for her concern for him when he had been restricted to his bedchamber, but upon learning that she favored him, as Wesleigh had assured him she did, he began to see her as a female of great discernment. There was also some romance in his arriving in the nick of time to wrest her from the arms of her captor (as he persisted in thinking he was her true rescuer, whatever Wesleigh might think). However, it was her behavior since that time that he found truly entrancing. He sensed a softer quality in her since the abduction and, not realizing she was in the throes of despair, felt that perhaps her adventure had changed her in some way. For, although he had liked Emily previously, he had not been as charmed by her vivaciousness of manner as Wesleigh had. He still recalled her theft of his quizzing glass with a shudder.

Tuesday, the day before the ball, it was decided the group would take an excursion to Bodiam Castle. Lady Smithfield was hopeful that the romantic setting would inspire Lord Wesleigh to propose to Emily. Lydia and Sedgewick hoped similarly, and resolved to somehow leave the two of them alone together. Sir Marcus likewise saw it as the perfect place for a proposal, and had determined to use the opportunity to make Emily an offer of marriage.

The day was fine, and the scenery exquisite, and even Emily felt her spirits begin to revive. She and Alexander were still only engaged in exchanging comments about the weather, but the atmosphere was charged with emotion, and Emily felt that anything could happen.