“Your drama practice is tonight,” Claudia said, “and there is no study hall tomorrow, it being Friday. I see nothing to stop you from going, Susanna, except inclination.”
“Oh, inclination would certainly take me there,” Susanna assured her.
“Splendid!” Miss Thompson exclaimed. “Then it is settled.”
“I shall inform Lady Potford of the slight change in plans,” Viscount Whitleaf said. “And I shall take my leave, ma’am.” He bowed to Claudia. “Perhaps Miss Osbourne would see me on my way?”
On his way?He should be well on his way beyond Bath by now, shouldn’t he?
“Why are you still in Bath?” she asked him after they had stepped out into the hallway and he had closed the study door behind him. For once there was no sign of Mr. Keeble. “I thought all the wedding guests were leaving early this morning.”
“I waved everyone else on the way,” he said, “and then discovered two things. First that Miss Thompson had no escort to Lady Potford’s on Great Pulteney Street or here to the school, and second that really I had nowhere of pressing importance to go myself.”
“Have you been home to Sidley Park yet?” she asked.
It felt somehow surreal to see him here inside the school, which was such a very feminine domain. He was wearing a long, multi-caped greatcoat, which somehow made him seem larger and more broad-shouldered and moremasculinethan ever. Susanna felt half suffocated by his presence.
“Since August?” he said. “Oh, yes, indeed. I went after my mother’s houseguests had left. But the drawing room had turned pink and lacy in my absence—it is horribly hideous. And the dining room is to turn lavender after Christmas, which I am expected to spend at Sidley in company with a certain Miss Flynn-Posy and her mama and papa among other people. I shall have to go if only to save my dining room from such a ghastly fate.”
He looked so comically forlorn that she could not stop her lips from twitching with amusement.
“I daresay you are too kind to speak your objections openly to your mother,” she said.
“Not at all,” he said.
“You were actuallyplayingwith all the children in the ballroom yesterday when I arrived, were you not?” she said. “I overheard Miss Thompson telling Claudia so after our waltz.”
“I was early, you see,” he said, “and playing with them seemed as good a way as any of passing the time, especially when they had more or less kidnapped me.”
“But no other adult thought to play with them,” she said, “and apparently it did not occur to them to kidnap any other adult—only you, because you wished to amuse them and they recognized in you someone who would pay attention to them and make the afternoon fun for them. But you are not at all kind, of course.”
He grinned a little sheepishly and she knew that now, within moments he was going to open the door and step outside and she was going to close it after him and be alone again.
“I will bring my carriage to fetch you tomorrow evening,” he said. “Will half past six suit you?”
She stared at him, uncomprehending.
“I am staying for a couple of days longer,” he explained. “I have offered to escort Lady Potford and Miss Thompson to the concert.”
“And maneuvered matters so thatIwould be invited too?” she asked, her eyes widening.
“Not at all,” he said. “That was sheer good fortune. I was trying to devise a way of doing it, but it was done for me when Miss Martin said she could not go and Miss Thompson suggested you in her stead.”
She stared at him, speechless.
“Tell me you are glad.” His smile looked a little crooked to her, even perhaps a little wistful—which was surely nonsense.
“I will beveryglad to attend the concert,” she said. “Bath Abbey is often used for organ recitals. I love nothing more than to listen to the great pipe organ being played though I have not heard it often. Perhaps there will be some organ pieces tomorrow.”
“You will be glad to attend theconcert,” he said softly. “Well, I must be content with that. I shall come at half past six?”
“Thank you,” she said.
And then he did indeed open the door and step outside, and she did indeed close the door after him and find herself alone again. She closed her eyes briefly and drew a few steadying breaths. Not only was she to attend a concert at the Abbey tomorrow evening as a guest of Lady Potford, but she was also to have Viscount Whitleaf as an escort. It was almost too much to bear. The excitement of anticipation might well kill her.
And she had classes to teach this afternoon—in penmanship and writing. The first class was to begin within the next five or ten minutes, in fact.
Susanna turned away from the door and tried to pretend that this was no different from any other afternoon at school.
