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closed the doors over, letting his eyes survey the rest of the room. Nothing was out of place… except… His gaze stilled when it came to the ivory bedcovers, neat and smooth upon the mattress, for laid carefully upon them, in their very centre, was the brown-velvet box opened to reveal the cream-velvet cushion and the diamond bracelet that lay sparkling upon it.

      He felt his jaw clamp tight and a cold realisation seep through his blood. Alice had gone. He did not know where. Without her severance payment. Without a single thing he had bought for her. And there could be nothing for the best about that.

      ‘I came as soon as I got your message.’ Alice’s best friend and mentor, the woman who had saved her from her life in Mrs Silver’s bawdy house and set her up as an actress, Venetia Fox, or Viscountess Linwood as she was now, handed her cloak to Alice’s new maid and followed Alice through to the drawing room of her new home in Mercer Street.

      ‘You must have dropped what you were doing and come straight away. I only sent the boy half an hour ago.’

      ‘You are my friend, Alice. What else did you expect I would do?’ There was a concern in Venetia’s face that made Alice feel guilty.

      ‘I didn’t mean to worry you, Venetia. I was just letting you know where I was.’

      ‘I am glad that you did. I really have been worried.’ Venetia sat down next to her on the sofa and took her hands in hers. ‘What happened?’

      Alice smiled as if the words were easy to say. ‘He gave me my congé. Said it’s time he found himself a bride.’

      ‘Oh, Alice, I am so sorry.’

      ‘Don’t be. It had to happen one day. I’m an actress. He’s a marquis. How else was it going to end?’ She shrugged and gave a little laugh. ‘Besides, I was tired of him. I fancied a bit of a change, myself.’ The joking words tripped easily from her lips.

      Venetia did not look convinced. ‘Neither of you could have anticipated what happened to Atholl. I suppose it made Razeby see things differently.’

      ‘Atholl was a grand excuse for the both of us.’ An excuse for Razeby, more like. She knew now what had been bothering him all those weeks and months leading up to it and she was more fool for being worried over him. ‘Our time was on the wane.’

      ‘You left Hart Street very quickly.’

      ‘Striking while the iron’s hot.’ She smiled. ‘I’ve got myself sorted out. What do you think of the new rooms? I’ve had my eye on them for a little while.’ The smile broadened to become a grin. ‘Nice and handy for the theatre. And not too high a rent.’

      ‘They are very nice. But I did not come to see the rooms, Alice,’ Venetia said carefully.

      ‘You did warn me not to become his mistress. Do you remember?’

      Venetia gave no reply, only held her gaze with eyes that were filled with compassion.

      Alice hated to see it. It made her feel angry and even more determined. She did not want anyone’s pity, not even Venetia’s. ‘You told me it was better to earn your own money than put yourself in any man’s power.’

      ‘And did you put yourself in his power, Alice?’ Venetia asked softly.

      ‘Of course not! I’m not that daft. I knew the score with him. Just as he did with me. With my background, how could I not?’ The secret of her scandalous past whispered between them. She smiled again as if it meant nothing. ‘I kept my hand in at the theatre, didn’t I? Doing the odd appearance. Which is why Kemble’s agreed to take me back full time.’

      ‘I am glad of that.’ But whether Venetia’s gladness was due to Kemble taking her back full time or her attitude over Razeby was not clear. ‘But there is more to power than money, Alice.’ Venetia looked at her. ‘I do understand something of how it has been between you and Razeby. How it was even in the very beginning.’

      ‘You’re imagining things, Venetia.’ Alice gave a dismissive laugh. ‘What was between Razeby and me was a kind of mutually beneficial business arrangement, nothing more. Great sex and a good time, and money, of course, lots of money.’

      ‘It seemed as if there was a lot more than that.’

      ‘I’m a good actress. What can I say? You trained me well.’ She smiled again.

      ‘You are,’ said Venetia, ‘a very good actress.’ There was no edge to the words. Alice did not know why they brought a blush to heat her cheeks.

      The little clock on the mantel ticked, reassuring and steady.

      Alice busied herself in pouring tea into the pretty bone-china cups that came with the fine furniture and everything else in these rented rooms. She added a lump of sugar to each and a few drops of cream before passing one small cup and saucer to Venetia.

      ‘You seem as if you have everything in hand, Alice.’

      ‘I have, indeed.’

      ‘If there is anything I can do to help.’

      Alice glanced across the room to the side table, where the folded cream paper lay with its red ribbon tied around it. ‘Actually, there is one thing you could do for me, Venetia, as you’re here. Kemble’s given me the contract for the theatre. I was going to come and see you. But I was waiting for a quiet time.’ She fetched the document over and set it down next to the coffee tray.

      ‘You can come round any time, you know that.’ But that was not true. They both knew it.

      ‘We move in different worlds now, Venetia. You’re no longer an actress, but a viscountess. If I’m seen visiting, it wouldn’t look good for you. Reputation is everything in the ton. They’re starting to accept you. It’s going well. I don’t want to ruin it.’

      ‘You will not ruin it. You are the very height of discretion.’

      ‘I try.’ She laughed. ‘Well, only where you’re concerned, if I’m honest.’

      ‘I am glad you are keeping your spirits up.’ Venetia smiled.

      ‘Why wouldn’t I? Razeby’s in the past. Ahead there’s only the future. And the future looks good for me.’ She smiled again. ‘I’m planning to throw myself into the theatre life. Make a real go of it. You have to get on with life, don’t you?’ Another of her mother’s teachings. Very easy to say, not so easy to do. But Alice would do it. She was very determined of that.

      ‘You do,’ Venetia agreed. Then she lifted the document Alice had set before her and slipped off the red ribbon that bound it.

      A small companionable silence opened up as they sipped their coffee and Venetia read the wording of the theatre contract.

      ‘Is it all in order?’

      ‘It seems to be. You are in a strong position, Alice. Your return to the stage full time will fill the theatre. You could push Kemble to pay you more.’

      But Alice shook her head. ‘I’m happy with what he’s offered me. I just want to get on with it. Get started.’

      ‘If you are sure?’

      ‘I am. Although I must confess to being a little nervous at playing so many leading roles.’

      ‘You will be fine upon that stage, Alice. More than fine. You will be great. I know you will.’

      ‘I hope so.’ Alice bit at her lip and her cheeks turned pink at the compliment.

      ‘Kemble has told you the plays that are scheduled?’

      ‘Right up to the summer. There’s nothing new, nothing I haven’t done before, thank the Lord.’

      Venetia met her gaze. ‘If something new does come up… any new part to be read, come to me.’

      Alice gave a nod. ‘I will.’

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