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some air. I should have known what he would expect.’

      ‘Why did you do it?’ he demanded, his own anger coming to the fore now the marquis was dismissed.

      ‘Lethbridge promised to give me my father’s notes if I intrigued the marquis sufficiently to get him to accept a dinner invitation.’

      ‘Your husband told you to flirt with him?’ Hallam looked at her in disbelief. ‘Does he not know of the man’s reputation? He is a dangerous rake, Maddie.’

      ‘Yes, someone warned me earlier, but what could I do?’ Madeline’s hand trembled she put it to her mouth. ‘Lethbridge will not be pleased with me. I made him give me some of the notes and then I burned them—now I have failed him. Rochdale will never accept that invitation now.’

      ‘If you fear your husband, come away with me now,’ Hallam said. ‘I will hide you from him and find a way to make him release you from the promise you were forced to give.’

      ‘If only I could,’ she said and her eyelashes were wet with tears. ‘I feel so ashamed. That horrible man has been pawing me all night and now...it was all for nothing. But you must not risk your life for me. I am not worth it. I am soiled...not worth your notice.’

      ‘It is not your fault if the man is a rogue,’ Hallam said. ‘Do not tell Lethbridge what happened out here. He need only know that you did as he asked. It is not your fault if the marquis refuses your husband’s invitation.’

      Hallam took his clean white kerchief and wiped her cheeks with it. He smiled down at her, then gave her his hand and helped her to rise.

      ‘Thank you. You are so kind to me and I do not deserve it.’

      ‘You deserve far more, but I am not sure how much I can do—other than to call Lethbridge out.’

      ‘If I had succeeded in getting all my father’s notes, I should have left him,’ she said. ‘He will be so angry when he realises I have not done what he asked.’

      ‘I will do what I can. If I could win the notes back in a card game, would you leave him?’

      ‘He would never stake them. Besides, he is very lucky. He wins far more than he loses.’

      ‘Does he, indeed? Do you think he wanted the marquis to dine at your house so that they might play cards?’

      ‘Lethbridge often has his friends to dine. I am his hostess at dinner—but when they play cards I retire for I am not allowed to gamble more than a few shillings at the loo table.’

      ‘Do you wish to?’

      ‘No, not at all, but neither do I wish to watch others gamble. I believe Lethbridge and his friends play deep at times.’

      Hallam nodded. He had heard that the marquis was wealthy and perhaps that was why Lethbridge hoped to lure him into one of his card games. Perhaps it would be better to watch the count and his friends at play before taking a hand himself.

      ‘May I take you home, Madeline?’

      ‘Thank you, I shall go alone—if you would send for my carriage for me, please?’

      ‘Yes, of course. Go up and put on your cloak. I will make your excuses to your husband...tell him that you felt a little faint and decided to leave.’

      ‘Thank you. He will be angry, but perhaps he will wait until tomorrow before venting his anger on me. And I truly have the headache.’

      Hallam smiled at her, then bent his head to kiss her hand. They parted, he to order her carriage brought round and she to put on her cloak.

      * * *

      When she came downstairs, Hallam escorted her out to her carriage and assisted her inside. He held her hand a moment longer.

      ‘I should like to meet somewhere—do you walk or ride?’

      ‘Sometimes I walk with my maid in Hyde Park on fine afternoons.’

      ‘Can you trust her?’

      ‘Yes, with my life.’

      ‘Then meet me one day this week—perhaps tomorrow.’

      ‘I am not sure. Perhaps the following day?’

      ‘I will visit the park every day between two and three,’ he said. ‘Do not despair, Madeline. I will find a way to free you from Lethbridge.’

      She smiled, but said nothing, sitting back in her carriage. Hallam told the man to drive on and then went back into the house.

      It was time to seek out Lethbridge and discover what kind of a man he was—and why he was so fortunate at the card tables.

      * * *

      Hal had rescued her from the marquis. She trembled as she recalled the way he’d looked at her. At first he’d blamed her for her shocking behaviour, but he’d understood once she’d told him that her husband had forced her to flirt with the marquis. He’d asked her to run away with him...he must still care for her a little, if only sufficiently to protect her from her husband’s spite.

      If only she dared to run away. And yet could she ever find happiness after the pain Lethbridge had inflicted on her? There were times when she thought she had been scarred too deeply. He had done such things to her...things that shamed her and made her feel unworthy of a good man’s love.

      Madeline lay in bed for some time, wondering whether her husband would come to her in a rage, and, when in the early hours of the morning, she heard him enter the house, she tensed to receive the onslaught. However, he did not enter her room and after half an hour or so she fell into a deep sleep.

      * * *

      It was morning when her maid drew back the curtains and presented her with a tray of hot chocolate and sweet rolls.

      ‘Did you sleep well, my lady?’ Sally asked.

      ‘Yes, I did eventually.’ Madeline sat up and smiled at her. ‘Has my husband asked for me?’

      ‘No, I do not think so, ma’am.’

      ‘Very well. I shall get up when I’ve eaten my breakfast. Is it a nice day?’

      ‘A little wet this morning,’ Sally replied, ‘but Cook says it will clear this afternoon.’

      ‘We might go walking this afternoon,’ Madeline said. ‘I shall decide later.’

      Sally nodded and left her to the enjoyment of her hot chocolate. She was just finishing her rolls and honey when the door to the dressing room opened and Lethbridge entered her room. Madeline put her tray to one side and waited, expecting the tirade to begin. She was surprised when her husband looked at her with a wry smile.

      ‘It seems that you have charmed Rochdale, madam,’ he said. ‘I invited him to a card evening next week and he accepted. He does not yet know that he is to be my only guest. You must have intrigued him for he told me to give you his best wishes and tell you that he looked forward to seeing you soon.’

      ‘Oh...’ Madeline was surprised for she had quite expected the marquis to refuse after the scene in the garden. ‘May I have the rest of Papa’s notes now?’

      ‘Later,’ he said and glared at her. ‘I do not see why you want them. I shall not ruin my wife’s father. Unless...’ His eyes narrowed. ‘Do you think to get them and then leave me?’

      ‘No, of course not,’ she said, but her cheeks were warm.

      ‘You are ungrateful, Madeline. Why I bother with you I do not know. I could find a dozen willing women to fill your place—and I’ll warrant they would give me a child in return for what you have.’

      She raised her head. ‘Yes, I dare say they might. Yet I have never refused you, sir.’

      ‘I’ve paid for you and I intend to get my money’s worth out of you yet. If I can’t get a son from you, I’ll

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