Richard admired the endearing way her lovely brow wrinkled in concentration. "First cousins, once removed," he explained softly, taking one of her delicate hands in his. First cousins really shouldn't marry, but anything could be gotten around if one was determined enough. Surrendering to an impulse, he moved closer to her and whispered, "Kissing cousins…"

"Felicity!"

Josh's voice startled them apart, and for an instant Felicity wondered if Richard really had been about to kiss her or if she had only imagined it. Not that she would have minded. He was her cousin, after all. Surely such things were perfectly proper between close relations. "Mr. Logan, come and meet my cousin!" she called, eager for her husband to see her delightful new relative.

Josh bounded down the steps of the rear platform of the car and strode up to them, his expression tautly angry. He had seen the way this dude had been leering at Felicity, and he was far from pleased.

"Mr. Logan, this is my cousin, my first cousin, once removed," Felicity clarified with a smile, "Richard Winthrop. Richard, this is my husband, Joshua Logan."

Richard Winthrop stared at the silver-haired giant in horror. "Husband? Gordon didn't say anything about a husband!"

"I didn't?" Asa Gordon inquired innocently from over Richard's left shoulder.

"No, you didn't!" Richard affirmed furiously, whirling on him.

Asa shook his head with apparent regret. "I'm awful sorry about that. I must be getting forgetful in my old age," he said apologetically, leaving Richard no option but to fume in silence.

And fume he did. All his golden plans for this golden girl evaporated in the heat of his anger. She was married! And to a man old enough to be her father! A man she called "Mr. Logan," for God's sake. Richard turned back to face his nemesis, struggling to regain his composure. "Well, uh, you'll… you'll have to excuse me. I mean, this is a shock… I mean, a surprise. I… I'm pleased to meet you, Logan," he said, offering his hand and managing a strained smile.

Logan's hand swallowed his with humiliating thoroughness in a grip that made him wince. Richard glared up at the taller man, noting his sun-browned face and the coarse texture of his palm. Nothing more than a common laborer,

Richard judged, although he could see now that Logan wasn't as old as he had originally suspected.

Logan studied Richard Winthrop, noting the prissy clothes and the sissy mannerisms. The man's face was snow-white and his hand was as soft as a baby's. Winthrop had never done an honest day's work in his life. "Pleased to meet you, too," Josh lied grimly, releasing Winthrop's hand at last.

Felicity watched the exchange helplessly, knowing she should do something to ease the obvious strain, but having no idea how to go about it since she had no idea what had caused it. She had expected Joshua to be cautiously reserved with her relatives, at least until he got to know them, but she had never expected such open animosity. Nor had she expected it to be returned in kind, she realized, glancing at Richard's taut features. "Did you find us a cab, Mr. Gordon?" she asked, hoping to break the tension.

"Yes, I did, but you may not need one now," Asa replied with a grin. He was hugely enjoying the spectacle of Richard Winthrop nonplussed. Asa had purposely not revealed Felicity's marriage, hoping that would give her one secret advantage over whatever plots and plans her grandfather might have in mind for her. Witnessing Richard's reaction to the news was simply an added bonus Asa had not counted on.

"That's right," Richard confirmed testily. "I've brought Uncle Henry's personal carriage. Simon and William will carry your luggage out. Can we drop you someplace, Gordon?" he asked condescendingly.

"No, thank you," Asa said, his smile wavering just a bit when he realized that he no longer had even a room in Philadelphia to call his own. Oddly enough, he had forgotten until this moment that he had left the city a year ago intending never to return. Texas was to have been his new home. Now, of course, there was only one place in Texas where he wanted to be, but he had ruined any chance he might have had of ever settling there. "I have to stop by my office and make a full report, and I'm afraid it's in the opposite direction. So I guess this is goodby, folks," he added, turning to Josh and Felicity.

"Oh, not goodby," Felicity protested, taking his hand. "You'll come and visit us while we're here, won't you?"

"Well, uh," Asa hesitated, glancing at Winthrop. Disapproval practically shone from his handsome face. "I'll certainly try," Asa promised, knowing how socially unacceptable such a thing would be to Winthrop, but also unwilling to hurt Felicity's feelings.

"Please do, and you know you're always welcome to visit us in Texas anytime," she added warmly. "Thank you for everything, Mr. Gordon." She squeezed his hand before releasing it.

Asa experienced an odd choking sensation in the instant before he turned from her to Josh. She was such a sweet girl. What a pity to turn her over to a shark like Winthrop. And Maxwell. "Josh, I've enjoyed our poker games," he said with false heartiness to cover his own regrets over leaving these two people of whom he had grown very fond.

Felicity listened with only half an ear as Josh reiterated her invitation to visit them and said his goodbyes to Asa Gordon. She was too busy trying to make sense of Richard's obvious disapproval both of Asa Gordon and of her husband. Why should he be so distressed to discover she was married? And why hadn't Mr. Gordon mentioned the fact to her family? She had the very uneasy feeling that she was being used as some sort of pawn in a game she did not understand.

Richard quickly regained his composure, determined to put a good front on things. The girl might yet alienate her grandfather. Perhaps her marriage would do the trick. But if not, he wanted to be on the girl's good side. With an expertise born of experience, Richard got the luggage loaded and his charges ensconced in the carriage in short order.

"I think you'll find the ride very pleasant," Richard said as the carriage moved away from the train station. "Broad Street is known for its lovely homes."

And rightly so, Felicity realized as she watched mansion after mansion pass by her window. "Mr. Gordon said that my grandfather lives nearby," she ventured, wondering what type of home she would discover him occupying.

"Yes, he does," Richard confirmed proudly. "He lives on Rittenhouse Square, which is considered to be the heart of the most fashionable section of town."

"Oh, my," Felicity murmured, hazarding a glance at Joshua's face. He did not seem pleased by this information, but what had he expected? They knew her grandfather was a wealthy man, and after seeing his railroad car, they could logically anticipate that he lived in a mansion. Before she could point this out, however, Richard spoke.

"And what exactly is your occupation, Joshua?" he asked, assuming his role as charming host.

Josh studied the too friendly smile a moment before answering. Obviously, Winthrop was prepared to be politely, if insincerely, enthusiastic about whatever Josh named as his profession.

"I'm a rancher," he said.

"A cattle rancher?" Richard asked with an empty smile. At Josh's nod, he inquired, "And how many cows do you… uh, keep?"

Josh easily read his contempt. Obviously, Winthrop pictured Josh with a milk pail and a dozen heifers. "Oh, it depends on the time of year. In the spring we have more, of course, and in the fall we sell some off," he explained with elaborate casualness. "Most times we run between fifteen and twenty… thousand."

"Thousand!" Richard gasped.

Josh nodded again, biting back a satisfied smile. "It keeps us busy," he said almost apologetically, and pretended a renewed interest in the passing scenery. He purposely did not look at Felicity. He did not want to see her awe at the beautiful homes they were passing. Was she already growing discontent with the log and adobe house back at the Rocking L Ranch?

Although she was certainly in awe, Felicity was not a bit discontent. All she could think about as she looked at these houses was how cold and impersonal they seemed. Then the carriage came to a halt in front of the coldest of them all, an imposing structure of Italianate styling.

"Here we are," Richard announced.

"This is where my grandfather lives?" Felicity asked in disbelief. "It looks like a… like a bank!" she exclaimed, reexamining the classical facade for some hint the building might really be someone's home.

Joshua made a funny noise that might have been a smothered laugh, and Richard glared at him for just a second before assuming his patient charm once again. "Yes, it is rather impressive, isn't it?" he remarked as he climbed down and reached to help Felicity alight from the carriage.

Felicity tried not to gape, but the task became more difficult with every passing second. When the massive front door opened to reveal an entryway three stones high and paved with pink marble, she felt as if she had stepped into a fairyland.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Winthrop," a tall, dignified man in livery said as they entered.

"Good afternoon, Bellwood," Richard responded coolly. "This is Mr. Maxwell's granddaughter and her husband, Mr. Logan. We are expected, I believe."

"Yes, sir. Miss Maxwell will receive you in the drawing room," Bellwood informed them. "May I take your coats?" When he had, he said, "Follow me, please."

To Felicity's wide-eyed amazement, this elegant man- who had hardly even glanced at her or Joshua, although surely he was curious about them-turned smartly on his heel and conducted them to a pair of sliding doors midway down the long entrance hall. He slid them open with a flourish.

"Mr. Richard Winthrop, Mr. and Mrs. Logan," he announced in stentorian tones, and then stepped back to allow them to enter.

Richard led the way, approaching a small woman in pink who rose from a gilt sofa to greet them. Felicity and Josh stopped just inside the door. Felicity put a hand on her stomach to still a flutter of excitement as she prepared to meet her Aunt Isabel.

"Richard?" a feeble voice inquired tentatively.

"Cousin Isabel, may I present your niece, Felicity, and her husband, Joshua Logan?" Richard said. He placed an arm around the lady's waist and escorted her toward where Josh and Felicity stood.

Felicity watched them approach. Aunt Isabel was absolutely tiny, standing several inches shorter than her own five feet. Her aunt was wearing a frilly pink gown which had obviously been designed with an ingenue in mind, and she had her graying hair tied back with an absurd pink bow.

But the face that stared up at hers was smooth and unlined, as if no worries had ever troubled it, and the eyes were as blue as her own. "Aunt Isabel, I'm so happy to meet you," Felicity said, smiling with genuine delight.

But Aunt Isabel did not return the smile. Instead, she simply stared at Felicity for an uncomfortably long time. At last one frail, parchment-white hand rose to rest on the pink bosom. "Claire," Isabel breathed tragically, and promptly fainted.

Oddly, she fainted right into Joshua's arms, or at least, that was the way it appeared to Felicity. At any rate, he managed somehow to catch her before she hit the ground.

"What should I do with her?" Josh inquired with some irony when he had gotten a good grip on her.

"Right over here, sir," Bellwood informed him with no change whatsoever in his expression. "On the fainting couch." He indicated an oddly shaped piece of furniture in one corner of the room. Josh gratefully carried his burden over to it.

Following him, Felicity noticed for the first time that the room was enormous. Her first impression had been one of closeness, but she realized now what had caused that impression. The place was literally crammed with objects d'art of every description. Every wall and flat surface was covered with paintings, sculptures, figurines, and assorted knickknacks, which were, in turn, adorned with peacock feathers or silk flowers or some other foofaraw. Felicity realized vaguely that she could spend an entire day in this room and never see everything it contained.

When Josh had laid Isabel down, Felicity examined her aunt's pale face in dismay. "Good heavens, what should we do?" she asked, appalled at the havoc her arrival had caused.

"Perhaps you should throw some water in her face, madam," Bellwood suggested calmly.

"Water?" Felicity asked incredulously, turning on him. That was when she noticed the twinkle in his eye. No sooner had she registered this incongruity than she heard her aunt moan, loudly and dramatically.