Sally beamed. "Miss Juliet, since you started him at making buttons of stone, he is a changed man. Why, just last week he laughed out loud." Tears came to the girl's eyes. "Mam said it was the first time since the accident."
"I'm glad to hear the work is not too taxing." Juliet patted the girl's hand.
"No, miss, not at all. In fact, my father says you are a genius."
Juliet blushed. Hero was the smart sister; Miranda, the clever one. Such a compliment from Sally's father was nice but certainly untrue. All she had done was find one of his children's rabbit buttons on the ground. The button itself had given her the idea. Wooden buttons were too plain to adorn silks and satins. But Juliet immediately saw the use for the same carvings done in soft stone to enhance the fine silk or satin of a gown. She had made certain that others who enjoyed fashion as she did saw the beauty of such buttons as well.
"It is kind of you to see that the dressmakers buy them," Sally added shyly.
"See to it?" Juliet laughed in amusement. "Tell your father that there are two dressmakers who may come to blows one day over first choice of his buttons."
Sally shook her head, her sausage curls brushing along her narrow cheeks. "He wouldn't believe such a fairy story, Miss Juliet."
Juliet did not attempt to convince her that it was no fairy tale. She had become used to the reaction of her family to her odd stumble into business. Although she had been teased unmercifully by her brother, who seemed to think carved buttons an astonishingly amusing concept, her idea had proved successful so far.
She pointed to the girl's basket and said, "Be sure to stop down in the kitchen before you go. I had Cook put a few things together for your family."
"Oh, Miss Juliet. You shouldn't have."
"Nonsense. It is nothing — a ham, some eggs, a few apples, treats for the younger children."
"You are an angel, miss."
Juliet glanced over her shoulder at the girls, squabbling now as to who would get what buttons. "Tell that to my sisters." She sighed and turned back to sort out the mess.
Just as Juliet opened her mouth to attempt to regain order, Helena let out a gasp and held out the society pages. Juliet knew she should scold her for reading the papers when she should be working on a lesson.
But Helena's face was paler than usual, and she seemed distressed as she said, "Juliet — didn't you say you expected Lord Pendrake to ask for your hand any day now?"
"Of course not. I am a lady, and a lady would not be so immodest." Pendrake had seemed on the verge of telling her something important yesterday, though, when they drove out.
Rosaline let out a bark of laughter. "Then you said you thought the poor boy would not be able to keep his heart's secret from you much longer. Which amounts to the same thing. Only said in a convoluted way, like a lady."
Why did her sisters never show her any respect? Juliet would have scolded her, but Helena's words made everything — buttons, Sally's father, music lessons — flee her mind.
Her sister held out the papers. "Lord Pendrake has just announced his engagement. To another woman."
* * * * *
Knowing he had another hour at this tedious dance before Annabel would allow him to escape, R.J. Hopkins leaned against a convenient wall and watched the spectacle before him. The musicians played so that their music filled every nook and cranny in the room. The wine and champagne flowed freely. The ladies' eyes shone as they whirled about the dance floor.
So much silk and satin, so many feathers. And the jewels that adorned the bared wrists and necks must have cost several small fortunes. All to show off a handful of eligible men to the girls — and their families, who wished to make a match. What a waste.
His friend Freddie Snow, alternately known as Lord Pendrake, poked an elbow in his ribs, discreetly but with force. "You're looking at them as if they were the most dangerous of lions."
"Who?"
"The young hopefuls." Freddie laughed, his snub nose crinkling with amusement. "Why don't you ask one of them to dance? I guarantee she will not eat you. And your stepmother will stop glaring holes in your back."
"Considering that you yourself just willingly stepped into the maw of one of the young hopefuls, I respectfully decline to trust your judgment." R.J. sipped at the champagne in his glass, marveling at the excellent vintage and wondering at the cost.
Freddie's smile dimmed. "A man has to marry. And my mother has had her heart set on Elizabeth since the day the girl was born." He stretched his lips into a grimace. "You know her mother and mine are boon companions. They are set on the match."
"You would not have asked for her hand if you thought her wrong for you, Freddie. You are just suffering the natural jitters of a soon-to-be-caged man." He knew his friend was ambivalent about his engagement. Privately, R.J. believed Elizabeth would make his friend a perfect wife. She seemed to know what Freddie thought before he spoke a word.
The two were well suited — if Freddie would only forget the fascinating Miss Fenster, his latest obsession. R.J. had heard all he wished to about Juliet Fenster. Beautiful. Charming. Witty. Not one whit of Freddie's endless prattle could adequately explain his desire for the girl to R.J.
"I suppose I am — " Freddie broke off.
R.J. felt the tension suddenly coiling in Freddie as his friend's shoulders stiffened. R.J. looked for the source with idle curiosity. His stepmother and sister were bearing down upon them, a young woman in tow. Annabel seemed less than happy, but Susannah was glowing, obviously pleased with herself.
He groaned inwardly. No doubt Susannah had found yet another sacrificial lamb to parade in front of him. He loved his younger sister, truly he did. Though she had the same desire to run his life as her mother did, Susannah's heart was gentle and kind. She wanted only the best for him. She had told him often enough that her one wish was to see him happy.
He wished, though, that she had not set herself out to introduce him to every unsuitable woman in London. Even at a distance he could see that the woman at Susannah's side had none of the qualifications he was looking for. She carried her head regally, and her honey-colored hair was artfully curled with a certain flair that suggested she might be impetuous. Other men's eyes followed her movements openly, which suggested she was a known flirt. The women watched her with envy, which suggested she was successful at capturing men's hearts.
R.J. sighed as he smiled at his sister. In this one thing, he wished Susannah had her mother's discretion.
"R.J., I have someone for you to meet," she said exuberantly. He saw the disapproving glances cast her way — the English seemed to wish every young woman to act as if she had no more energy than she would need for her deathbed — and instantly forgot about his own annoyance. "Miss Juliet Fenster, may I present my brother, Mr. R.J. Hopkins. R.J., may I present Miss Juliet Fenster." She added, "Her sister is the duchess of Kerstone."
The infamous Miss Fenster smiled at him charmingly. No wonder Freddie was so miserable. R.J. smiled and bowed politely, suspecting that he would be expected to scribble his name on the young lady's dance card in order to appease his sister.
Susannah confirmed this by saying sweetly, "I have told Miss Fenster how exquisite a dancer you are, R.J. You will not disappoint me, will you? She has an empty space on her dance card."
"Not at all, Susannah." R.J. saw, to his amusement, that Miss Fenster had not intended a dance with him. Her startled glance at Susannah was utterly guileless. Unlike the expectant glance she bestowed upon Freddie. No doubt she had been keeping a space on her full dance card just for him.
Freddie, almost visibly squirming as he spoke, said only, "Miss Fenster, I hope you are enjoying your evening."
"Indeed I am, Lord Pendrake." She lied quite charmingly, but the lie was evident in the way she leaned forward ever so slightly to encourage poor Pendrake to ask her to dance. "The musicians are playing well tonight, are they not?"
R.J. took pity on the cornered lord. "Indeed they are," he said as he held out his hand to the forward Miss Fenster. "You must dance with me or my sister will be most disconsolate."
She took his hand reluctantly, but her hesitation did not show as they walked swiftly to the dance floor and joined the dance. Indeed, the casual observer would think that she had become quite taken with the handsome Mr. Hopkins, considering how she smiled and batted her lovely lashes at him.
It would have been simple enough for him to return her flirtation as they danced, as was expected of him. She glided through the movements of the dance as if her feet did not touch the floor. Returning her charming smile was instinctive. For some reason, though, he wanted her to know that he was not fooled by her manner. "He is quite besotted by his fiancee, I assure you."
He was surprised when she did not pretend to misunderstand him. "Lord Pendrake? Well, I would hope so." Her smile was brittle, and he knew he had overstepped English propriety. But that was something he enjoyed in London; the one thing he enjoyed, perhaps. Americans were considered little better than barbarians and so could get away with the most outrageous pronouncements.
Still, he decided to push her a bit more. Apparently she had not been quite bored enough with Freddie to welcome his change in affections. He was curious to see how far the infamous Miss Fenster was willing to go to change Freddie's mind.
Next time, if he had any influence upon her, she would think twice before trying to reengage the affections of a newly affianced man. "I take it you are disappointed that you are not the one he asked to be his wife."
"Me?" She looked at him fully for the first time since Susannah had introduced them. "Certainly not." The intensity of her gaze contained a warning. Apparently she did not enjoy being trifled with.
For some reason, the warning glance goaded him to further rudeness. "No?"
"Really, Mr. Hopkins. I should think even an American would know this topic is most inappropriate."
R.J. had sympathy for the first time ever for what his father must have gone through when his mother had so disastrously snared his affections. Miss Juliet Fenster's attitude dripped condescension. The sound of her words, magnified by the husky overtones of her voice, rippled through him. A beautiful sound to match her beautiful hazel eyes. Though her hair was almost gold in the light of the ballroom, her lashes were darker, framing her eyes in a most attractive way.
He blinked, reminding himself that she had gone through the whole charade of being introduced to him just to reach Pendrake. If R.J. could keep this young woman from making Freddie as miserable as R.J.'s mother had made his father…. He said, "I do apologize, Miss Fenster. I had thought you would wish me to leave you somewhere near poor Pendrake so that he would be compelled to ask you for the next dance."
"My card is filled," she informed him frostily, nipping the dance card at her wrist. "I could not have danced with you had not Lord Turrington been taken suddenly lame just as we were to step out onto the floor."
"Just before you were introduced to my sister?" He let his gaze make clear that he did not believe her. He wondered if she used artifice to darken her lashes, the effect was so striking, with her otherwise pale blondness.
She frowned at him in rebuke but said only. "Exactly so."
To his relief, the music ended, and he quickly guided her back to her sisters. The duchess had been watching them dance with such worry in her expression that he felt as if she'd shouted an accusation of kidnapping against him aloud. Apparently she knew her sister's intentions toward Freddie. Given the duchess's expression as he bowed, he doubted the flirt's intentions were in the least honorable.
He supposed it was his duty as a friend to protect Freddie from the troubles a determined young woman could cause.
* * * * *
Juliet watched with intensity as Pendrake crossed the ballroom, although she pretended interest in the dull conversation between her sisters.
"It is not wise to stare so; you will invite gossip," Hero said softly. More loudly, she continued her conversation, "I don't believe I ever remember being warmer at a ball. The crowd is exceptional tonight."
Juliet turned a look of astonishment upon both her sisters that most likely would deceive neither of them. "I was not staring at him."
Miranda, her eldest sister and also the duchess of Kerstone, clucked softly. "He is engaged now, Juliet. I am sorry that he broke your heart, but you must hide it here or you will find yourself the subject of ridicule."
"He couldn't break my heart." The last thing she wanted her sisters to know was how badly Lord Pendrake's defection stung. Always before she had tired of a man long before he found another woman to adore.
This time, however, Pendrake had proposed to Elizabeth immediately after driving out with Juliet. She had had no hint that his feelings for her had changed, Indeed, she had expected to have to gently turn down his request for her hand any day. Instead, he had gone directly from her to ask for another woman's hand.
It was intolerable. "But he has made me a laughingstock, Miranda." She watched him, standing against the wall in conversation again with Mr. Hopkins, the American who had come to London to marry off his sister to a title. "Barbarian" would suit him better than American. His sister was a sweet girl, but Juliet would not mind when he left the shores of England to return home.
How dare he intercept her attempt to speak to Pendrake? The two men stood so casually as they spoke that she was certain neither of them gave her a single thought. The cad who'd practically jilted her didn't even show a bit of shame for his heartlessness.
She looked at her sisters, who were, as usual, treating her pain as if she were a child in the throes of a tantrum. "Humiliating me is a much worse offense than breaking my heart."
"Especially since you never gave it to him," Hero whispered, as if by her own lowered voice she could soothe Juliet's inflamed temper.
Juliet refused to allow herself to be calmed. "Pendrake will regret this, I promise you both."