Eloise just nodded at him, wondering when she had ever found herself in a more awkward situation.
He cleared his throat. “Er, was your journey a pleasant one?”
“Indeed,” she replied, mentally giving him credit for at least trying to keep up a conversation. One good turn deserved another, so she made her contribution with, “You have a lovely home.”
He raised a brow at that, giving her a look that said he didn’t believe her false flattery for a second.
“The grounds are magnificent,” she added hastily. Who would have thought that he’d actually know his furnishings were faded? Men never noticed such things.
“Thank you,” he said. “I am a botanist, as you know, and so I spend a great deal of my time out-of-doors.”
“Were you planning to work outside today?”
He answered in the affirmative.
Eloise offered him a tentative smile. “I’m sorry to have disrupted your schedule.”
“It is nothing, I assure you.”
“But—”
“You really needn’t apologize again,” he cut in. “For anything.”
And then there was that awful silence again, with both of them looking longingly at the door, waiting for Gunning to return with salvation in the form of a tea tray.
Eloise tapped her hands against the cushion of the sofa in a manner that her mother would have deemed horribly ill-bred. She looked over at Sir Phillip and was somewhat gratified to see that he was doing the same. Then he caught her looking and quirked an irritating half-smile as his gaze dropped down to her restless hand.
She stilled herself immediately.
She looked over at him, silently daring—imploring?—him tosaysomething. Anything.
He didn’t.
This was killing her. She had to break the silence. This was not natural. It was too awful. People were meant totalk.This was—
She opened her mouth, driven by a desperation she didn’t quite understand. “I—”
But before she could continue on with a sentence she fully intended to make up as she went along, a bloodcurdling scream ripped through the air.
Eloise jumped to her feet. “What was—”
“My children,” Sir Phillip said, letting out a haggard sigh.
“You havechildren?”
He noticed that she was standing and rose wearily to his feet. “Of course.”
She gaped at him. “You never said you had children.”
His eyes narrowed. “Is that a problem?” he asked, quite sharply.
“Of course it isn’t!” she said, bristling. “I adore children. I have more nieces and nephews than I can count, and I can assure you that I am theirfavoriteaunt. But that does not excuse the fact that you did not mention their existence.”
“That is impossible,” he said, shaking his head. “You must have overlooked it.”
Her chin jerked back so suddenly it was a wonder she didn’t snap her neck. “That is not,” she said haughtily, “the sort of thing I would overlook.”
He shrugged, clearly dismissing her protest.
