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have heard of that gentleman.’

      ‘One of the ton’s new faces. Made his money from trade overseas amongst other things.’ The dowager could not quite keep the censure from her tone. ‘A self-made man, but enormously wealthy.’ She paused for effect and met Emma’s eyes to deliver the golden piece of information. ‘Lives in a mansion in Cavendish Square.’ One of the most elite addresses in London.

      ‘He must be wealthy indeed.’ Yet he had pretended to live in the Whitechapel streets the same as her. Had walked her home to the shabby boarding house in which she and her father had lodged. She closed her eyes at the memory of those nights and all they had entailed.

      ‘But Hollingsworth is not the only one seeking Mr Stratham’s money. Devonport, Longley and a number of others are, too. Stratham is in a strong position to negotiate the best deal.’

      ‘A host of earl’s daughters to pick from,’ she said and hoped the dowager did not hear the bitter edge to her voice.

      ‘Quite.’ Lady Lamerton nodded. ‘Although in the past month it has to be said he seems to have been rather distracted from the marriage mart. No doubt making the most of his bachelorhood before he makes his decision and commits himself.’

      ‘No doubt,’ Emma said grimly. ‘And his pedigree?’ She wanted to know more of this man who had duped her so badly, this man who had lied to and betrayed her.

      ‘No one knows quite where Edward Stratham came from, although his accent betrays something of common roots.’

      Whitechapel. The word whispered through Emma’s mind, but she dismissed it.

      ‘He is a member of White’s Club, but according to m’son does not attend much. And other than his steward, Mr Rob Finchley, Stratham has no close friends or confidantes.’

      ‘Even you have been able to discover nothing else of him?’

      Lady Lamerton puffed herself at Emma’s subtle acknowledgement of her prowess in the gleaning of information from persons of interest, as she liked to say.

      ‘Stratham keeps his own counsel and when it comes to discussing matters he has no wish to discuss...how can I put it?’ She thought for a moment and then said, ‘He is not a man whom one can press.’

      Emma understood very well that Ned Stratham was not the sort of man to be intimidated.

      ‘But for all he is trade, he is a handsome devil and such eyes as to have half the ladies in London in a swoon.’

      Emma felt the tiny clench of the muscle in her jaw. ‘And what news of Miss Darrington? How does she fare?’

      ‘Now there is a story and a half.’ Having exhausted the available gossip on Ned Stratham, Lady Lamerton was more than happy to move on to another subject. ‘There was the most dreadful scandal concerning Miss Darrington and the Marquis of Razeby.’

      Emma finished sealing the letter and settled comfortably in her chair to listen.

      * * *

      It was later that same day, at half past two, when Emma and Lady Lamerton arrived outside the circulating library for the dowager’s weekly visit. Emma waited as Lady Lamerton was helped down the carriage step by a footman. A rather saucy romantic novel hidden between two books on art, as per the dowager’s instruction, was tucked under Emma’s arm. Lady Lamerton deemed it perfectly acceptable to be reading erotic art books, but heaven forbid that she be seen with a racy romance.

      ‘How did you enjoy the novel?’ Emma asked.

      ‘Absolute poppycock,’ the dowager pronounced as she leaned upon her walking stick. And then added with a smile, ‘But immensely enjoyable poppycock. A rather wicked story all about a devilishly handsome, if rather dangerous, gentleman.’ She gave a little amused chuckle and Emma smiled.

      She was still smiling as she glanced along the pavement they were about to cross to reach the library door and then the smile vanished from her face. For there, strolling towards them, was Ned Stratham.

      Those blue eyes met hers.

      Her heart missed a beat before racing fit to burst. She deliberately shifted her gaze, ignoring him, as if he were not there.

      Please God... But her prayer went unanswered. Lady Lamerton saw him at once. ‘Why, Mr Stratham. We were just talking of you.’

      Emma felt her face scald.

      ‘Only good things, I hope.’

      ‘Is there anything bad?’ enquired the dowager sweetly.

      Ned smiled. ‘Now, that would be telling.’

      Lady Lamerton gave a laugh. ‘La, sir, you are quite the rogue.’

      ‘Indeed, I am, ma’am.’ His smile painted the words of truth as those of jest.

      Then his eyes moved to Emma and lingered.

      She held her head high. Feigned a calmness she did not feel. Inside her heart was beating nineteen to the dozen, but she met his gaze coolly.

      ‘I do not believe you have met m’companion, sir.’

      ‘I have not had that pleasure,’ he said. ‘I would have been sure to remember.’

      No insinuations that they had met before. No hints over Whitechapel.

      Their eyes held.

      She swallowed.

      ‘May I introduce Miss Emma Northcote,’ Lady Lamerton said.

      Ned seemed to still and for the flicker of a second Emma saw something that looked like shock in his eyes. Then it was gone and he was once more his quiet assured self.

      Only then did she remember that he knew her as de Lisle.

      Her eyes held his, waiting for him to make some comment on her change of name. Her breath held, waiting as that tiny moment seemed to stretch. The atmosphere between them was obvious.

      ‘I am pleased to meet you, Miss Northcote.’ His voice was as cool as his gaze. He gave a curt bow.

      ‘Likewise, Mr Stratham.’ She dropped the smallest curtsy.

      There was a deafening silence, which Ned made no effort to fill.

      ‘We are for the circulating library, sir,’ said Lady Lamerton. ‘Are you?’

      ‘No.’ He did not elaborate.

      The dowager inclined her head, dismissing him.

      ‘Your servant, ma’am.’

      His eyes moved to Emma’s again.

      This time there was no perfunctory smile on his lips and the look in his eyes made her shiver. ‘Miss Northcote.’ The slightest emphasis on her name.

      She gave a nod and turned away to escort the dowager into the library.

      There was no sound of his footsteps upon the pavement and she had the feeling that he was standing there, watching her. It made her feel nervous. It made each step feel like an eternity. But she did not yield to the urge to glance behind. Not until Lady Lamerton was through the door and Emma, too, was safe inside the library.

      He was still standing there, just as she had thought. And there was something in the way he was looking at her, something focused and hard, as if he were seeing her for the first time, as if he were scrutinising her. Something of accusation that made her uncomfortably aware that she had not been entirely honest with him.

      Only then did he dip his head in a final acknowledgement and turn and walk away.

      * * *

      Rob was waiting for him in his study when Ned got back to the mansion in Cavendish Square.

      His friend and steward glanced round from where he was examining the arrangement of swords and sabres mounted upon the wall. ‘I came early. Wanted to check over a few things before we left

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