He wasn’t surprised that was lost on her. Self-centered people were usually the last to own up to being self-centered, but those in love with themselves, as Ophelia so obviously was, were a definite lost cause.
He’d heard her out. She hadn’t even offered a real apology. As far as he was concerned, he’d given her all the time she deserved.
“Good day.”
Ophelia stared after him in shock. Men didn’t walk away from her unless she wanted them to. And what had happened to him groveling at her feet in his gratitude that she had changed her opinion about him?
The meeting hadnotgone as it was supposed to. She had been giving him a second chance to marry her, so why weren’t they engaged again? She was beginning to suspect that he reallywasa barbarian. What other excuse could there be for his not being smart enough to realize what she’d been offering him with this meeting?
Nineteen
Ophelia didn’t know yet that Sabrina had been invited to the party. She had run off so quickly to prepare herself when Sabrina told her that Duncan had agreed to see her. She hadn’t even asked for the details. Nor had she seemed surprised that he had agreed. Sabrina suspected the London girl just might have taken it for granted, as highly as she thought of herself, but that was an unkind thought that she put aside.
But Sabrina realized, much too late, the horrible impropriety of her accepting an invitation, to anywhere, when she had a houseguest herself. And of course, Ophelia couldn’t be left there alone. Either Hilary or Alice would have to stay with her. And that, too, was going to cause problems, when both her aunts would no doubt like to attend Neville’s party, now that they had an invitation to.
Of course, Sabrina was probably worrying over nothing. Ophelia would come back with an invitation herself, perhaps even be engaged again. The thought was depressing actually, but was highly likely. Sabrina had witnessed it herself, how men behaved around Ophelia. Most were so in awe of her beauty that any sense they might possess was easily misplaced as long as they remained in her presence.
She continued to put off even telling her aunts of the invitation, so sure was she that they would all be going—right up until Ophelia returned, slamming the door on her entrance, and ran upstairs to her room, slamming that door, too. It wasn’t too hard, at that point, to guess that the meeting had not gone as Ophelia had wanted it to, and Sabrina was forced to take her blunder, as she was now thinking of it, to her aunts.
Their reaction was typical of them. She had to go, of course, at least tonight. It was an opportunity they had hoped for and could not be ignored, now that it was already accepted, just because they had an unexpected guest. Were Ophelia not there, et cetera, et cetera. But she would have to explain, gently, to the young lord that she couldn’t come to Summers Glade again, for the rest of the party at least, not unless their own guest decided to go home.
Sabrina found it amusing that, without actually saying so, both her aunts were obviously now hoping that Opheliawouldgo home, and the sooner the better.
“I’ll stay with her,” Alice offered, managing to hide at least part of her forlorn sigh, that she would miss the party herself. “And I’ll let her know where you’ve gone, m’dear—if she asks. But is there any reason she needs to be told, which would only make her feel offended, if she doesn’t notice your absence?”
This was asked of Hilary, who gave it a little thought before she replied pragmatically. “I don’t see why the gel needs to be needlessly offended. And it will only be for the one night. And if it’s necessary to tell her, she’ll just have to understand that in Sabrina’s excitement, she briefly forgot that Ophelia was visiting.”
Sabrina actually had a much better excuse than that, but then she didn’t think that Ophelia would want it known, what she had asked Sabrina to do, and so she hadn’t told her aunts about her short career in matchmaking. But she would tell Ophelia, if she had to, that her accepting the invitation to Summers Glade had been the condition for Duncan meeting her.
No matter the outcome of that meeting, and Ophelia’s dramatic door-slamming return didn’t suggest it had gone as she’d hoped, Ophelia had gotten her chance only because Sabrina had agreed to attend the party. That wasn’t very flattering to Ophelia, so Sabrinawouldkeep it to herself if at all possible. And as her aunts were hoping, Ophelia might not even notice their absence, might well spend the rest of the evening in her room sulking. Well, one could hope …
Sabrina and Hilary were able to leave the cottage before Ophelia made an appearance, so they wouldn’t know how Alice fared with the girl until their return later. But it didn’t take long, after they arrived at Summers Glade, for them to completely forget about their houseguest.
It was such ahugegathering, quite larger than even those they’d attended in London. But of the fifty or so young women whom Neville had invited, each had to have her chaperone, whether both parents, or a brother or two, or sisters, or even cousins. One invitation could easily have brought four or more guests, and indeed, it seemed well over two hundred people were in attendance.
Sabrina couldn’t imagine where they all had been put for sleeping accommodations, and remarked on it to her aunt. Summers Glade was large, but fifty bedrooms, it certainly didn’t have, let alone two hundred. Having been to at least one such country gathering in her youth, Hilary chuckled and said, “Just be glad we weren’t asked to put up some of them, as our other neighbors were.”
There were several neighbors Sabrina recognized who didn’t have daughters, who she realized now had been invited just so they could be asked to open their own homes. The inn in Oxbow must also be filled to the brim for once.
“Besides,” Hilary added, “it’s only the most important guests that would be given rooms of their own. I remember sharing a room once with six other girls, and Father, who accompanied Alice and me to that affair, didn’t fare as well, was stuffed in with nine other gentlemen. But when you throw parties of this sort that go on for weeks, there really is no other choice.”
“You came.”
Sabrina turned around to find Duncan had come up behind her. She had been smiling at her aunt and so was still smiling as she greeted him.
“Did you think I wouldn’t?”
“After the ooutcome o’ that meeting you arranged, aye, I did have m’doubts.”
“What meeting would that be, m’dear?” Hilary asked beside her.
Sabrina managed not to blush, saying evasively, “Nothing of importance, Aunt Hilary. And may I introduce you to Duncan MacTavish?”
Duncan cut a bow for her aunt, very gentlemanly. Actually, he did look quite the gentleman tonight, formally dressed in a midnight-blue tailed coat that brought out the deep blue of his eyes.
“You don’t look anything like your grandfather, young man,” Hilary told him, adding in her blunt way, “I consider that quite fortunate—for you.”
He laughed, but another party was heard from. “Do you indeed? And who might you be, madame?”
