As she turned and studied him, he realized that one small three-letter word was exactly the same reason there were full libraries.
Why, indeed.
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In order to seek truth, it is necessary that at least once in your life you doubt, as far as possible, all things.
—René Descartes,Principles of Philosophy
Elizabeth regarded the gentleman before her.Whywas such an ambiguous word. Still, she felt quite certain she understood the context behind his query.
“Pardon, my lord?” she asked, part of her hoping he’d retract his question and go on his way, and the other half hoping he’d stand by it and be brave enough to ask. Still, with that courage usually came the next step: judgment and sentencing. As if all the men in her acquaintance, save her father, were the magistrates of her life. Good Lord, it got tedious.
Which was another reason to blend in. For some reason, he still saw her, acknowledged her, though she was trying to be easily disregarded.
Blast the man.
“I asked, why?” He shrugged, as if the question wasn’t weighted down with the condemnation of higher education for her sex.
“I did hear the question the first time. I was merely requesting clarification. It’s a rather broad inquiry,” she replied, feeling the steel in her blood rise to the challenge. Make him say it, not imply anything. If he were to judge her, let it be directly. A frontal assault, no flanking the subject.
He glanced heavenward as if she were taxing him.
Good mercy, he was aggravating, and she’d only just met the man! How was it possible to dislike a person deeply on so short a connection?
“Why do you wish to be part of a community that wants to pretend you don’t exist within its walls?” he asked, quite succinctly, if she were giving him credit.
Which she was not.
At least not currently.
“Ah. Well, for many reasons. However, to give an efficient answer to your question, I’ll summarize.” She tilted her head, awaiting his response.
“Pray, continue.”
Elizabeth gave a half smile, then schooled her expression. Pretending she was explaining something to one of her students, she answered. “One, because I enjoy learning, and this is the ideal place for it. Two, because I wish to be with my father, and three, because I can.”
Lord Penderdale nodded, his dark brows drawing together somewhat as if considering her question. “All noble reasons, minus the third.”
“In what way?” Elizabeth asked, her spine stiffening at his implication.
He gave her a patronizing expression, one that set her blood to boiling. “Come now, Miss Essex. You’re clearly an intelligent woman. Your third reason is purely selfish. You care not for how your presence impacts others, or if it makes them uncomfortable. It’s for your own enrichment, and let’s be further honest… That enrichment is noble but at the same time will not lead to the same end as it would if you were a man.”
Elizabeth froze, her heart hammering in her ears as she replayed the words. It wasn’t as if she’d never heard them before, except they hit fresh today. “Pardon?”
She couldn’t very well tell him that she taught others, shared her knowledge, poured herself out for the women who couldn’t attend university but wanted more than their governesses and tutors could give. He’d flatly stated her education was useless since she was of the fairer sex.
He didn’t know her at all. However, she couldn’t divulge any information about what she did to enrich those ladies’ lives, since her father didn’t know. So, she was stuck with his judgment, just as she’d expected, without the ability to justify her actions or defend herself.
“I’m not saying you’re wrong,” he continued with a quirk of his lips. “I’m merely saying you deceiveyourself if you believe all your ambitions are noble. But then, my opinion matters little to you.”
“Very little,” she couldn’t resist adding.
He barked a laugh, his smile wide and unguarded. The force of it was stunning, and she gathered her wits to collect herself. Drat the man for being both beautiful and a pain in the neck.
“Be that as it may, I hold no ill will toward you for it. Just thought it…interesting. Good day, Miss Essex.” He tipped his hat, bowed, and departed, leaving her in a muddle of her own annoyed attraction and irritation. She watched his back retreat, ignoring the fine figure he cut in the greatcoat as he disappeared through the door in a halo of light.
Light. She snorted to herself. The devil himself could appear as an angel of light, and clearly men could as well.
