“Dinna worry aboot Ophelia until there is cause tae worry. And dinna worry that my intentions toward Sabrina are other than friendship. Talk tae her yourself t’day, and you’ll see why she’s nice tae be around. She has a way o’ making you forget your troubles.”
Archie’s frown indicated that didn’t exactly reassure him. “As long as yer no’ forgetting the purpose o’ this gathering o’ lassies.”
“I’ve told you I dinna object tae getting m’self a wife. ‘Tis this hell-bent rushing I dinna like, and I’ll tell you true, if I canna make up m’mind afore the party ends, I’ll hear nae complaints o’er it. I willna pick a lass just tae be picking one.”
“We dinna expect ye tae be falling instantly in love, lad,” Archie replied in a grumbling tone. “That takes time tae grow on ye.”
“I’m no’ talking aboot love, I’m talking abootliking.I have tae at least like this lass I’ll be committing m’self tae. There has tae be something there tae work wi’, Archie, other than indifference.”
“Course there does, but ye willna be finding it if yer spending all yer time wi’friendsinstead. And how will these other lassies be seeing that, when they dinna know she’s just a friend tae ye? They’ll be thinking ye hae made yer choice, sae they dinna need tae put themselves forward for yer notice. Some might e’en pack up and go home.”
Duncan grimaced. Trust Archie to makehispoint as well, and one he couldn’t dispute.
“So I took one evening off from wife hunting, tae plain and simply enjoy m’self,” Duncan said. “You begrudge me e’en that, do you?”
“Nay, as long as it was only the one evening. But this party canna go on indefinitely, lad. And ye’ll no’ be finding a better opportunity than this one tae make a choice. I’ve ne’er in m’life seen sae many fine lassies gathered in one place before. Auld Neville did verra well in his selection o’ who tae invite here, making it easy for ye tae do the same. Use yer time more wisely, is all I’m asking.”
Duncan agreed that he would, yet when he came downstairs a bit later, it was Sabrina he was unconsciously looking for as he passed through each room. Unfortunately, it was Ophelia he found instead, or rather, she found him, stepping into his path so he was forced to stop or rudely ignore her.
He would have done the latter without hesitation, since he’d said all he cared to say to her yesterday. If she hadn’t gotten the point, that was no fault of his. But she wasn’t alone, had two other girls with her, and hewaskeeping Archie’s admonishments in mind.
He’d met her two companions briefly, but too briefly for him to remember their names, when he’d been introduced to more than a hundred people in the last two days. Each was rather pretty, though, so worth getting to know a little better, he supposed, and that meant not being rude just now. But he changed his mind about that abruptly with the first words out of Ophelia’s mouth.
“I believe you’ve met my two very dear friends, Edith and Jane?”
Anyone who could call herself a good friend of hers, he didn’t want to know any better. Sabrina was the exception to that, but then she had never claimed to be a friend of Ophelia’s, had mentioned obligations instead.
“Indeed,” he said without sparing a glance for Ophelia. Looking at her companions instead, he added before walking around them, “A pleasure, ladies, but if you’ll excuse me, I havena eaten yet.”
“He’s awfully—There was a pause as Jane tried to think of a word other thanrudeto describe Duncan’s attitude. She settled on, “–abrupt, isn’t he?” as they all watched him leave the room.
“A Scots trait, I would imagine,” Ophelia said in a bored tone.
She was actually glad that he hadn’t stayed. She’d been seen talking to him. That was all she was interested in at the moment.
“Will you accept when he asks you to marry him again—that’s if he doesn’t take the request to your father instead this time?” Edith asked.
Ophelia pretended to give that some thought. “I haven’t quite made up my mind yet. There is Lord Locke to consider now, after all.”
“Of course,” Jane replied. “He hasn’t met you yet, but that can be rectified immediately. Sabrina could introduce you if she’s still with him.”
Ophelia’s bored stance ended with amazing swiftness. “I don’tneedan introduction,” she said tersely. “And certainly not by Sabrina. I will meet Raphael Locke when I am ready to meet him—perhaps tonight. You did say there was supposed to be dancing in the ballroom tonight?”
“We heard that mentioned, yes.”
“Excellent. I do have a new ball gown for just such an occasion.”
“Ah, Ophelia dear, I don’t think the dancing tonight will quite be classified as a ball,” Jane warned. “Things are much more informal in the country.”
“Nonsense, a ball is a ball, no matter where it’s held. And I do want to look my best when I meet him for the first time. A splendid new ball gown assures that.”
Jane started to protest further, but a look from Edith changed her mind. Ophelia was still their friend, they still wanted to bask in her popularity, but neither of them had liked the way she had turned on Mavis, who had also been their friend. And Mavis’s prediction was weighing heavily on them, since they could both see how easily it could come to pass.
So if Ophelia wanted to overdress for the evening, that was her business. If she was embarrassed by it, that was also her business. She’d been warned, but typically, no one’s opinion but her own mattered to her.
Twenty-five
By the time Duncan finished eating his breakfast, he was quite proud of himself. He had managed to accomplish a lot of socializing by taking his plate with him, as he’d seen others do, and making a circuit of the downstairs rooms, stopping here and there to pass out a compliment or remark on the storm that had blown in and was now battering at the windows.
