Chapter Thirteen
“A certain popular hostess, Lady R__ was stunned to learn the Earl of M__ might be running through his family’s fortune at an alarming rate.”
-The Gazette
In a short time, Juliawas in Lady Daphne’s private chamber. Luckily, despite nothing but moonlight, she had no need to rummage through a jewelry box as a number of exquisite baubles lay on the dresser. Perhaps the lady had picked through them before the party and chosen what to wear.
For a brief instant, she felt a slice of remorse. After all, there might be something that was special to her hostess, something she treasured as Julia did her mother’s small ruby ring.
On the other hand, there was enough wealth scattered carelessly on the lace doily to feed and clothe an entire orphanage.
These disturbing thoughts delayed her as she tried to choose something that didn’t seem incredibly unique. After a few moments, she settled on a bracelet of gemstones. She’d seen similar before and doubted it was a family heirloom like the unusually shaped brooch she left behind.
“Miss Sudbury?” came a voice at her back.
Egad!
She yelped, spun around, her heart racing.
“Who’s there?” she asked unable to make out anything but a silhouette as dim light from the hall backlit the figure.
When Jasper stepped into the moonlight streaming in the casement window, she sagged with relief.
“Lord Marshfield,” she greeted, keeping her tone light and even welcoming, as if nothing were amiss.
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FOR THE BRIEFEST INSTANT, he imagined they were about to have a flyer against the wall with her skirts bunched at her waist and his shaft keeping her upright.
Yet she was holding something glittery in her hand.
“What are you doing?” It seemed a reasonable question for which he hoped she had a perfectly reasonable answer. However, it appeared as if she were stealing something from their hostess.
“And don’t give me any more poppycock about seeking a token or looking at artwork when you have a bracelet draped between your fingers. You are snaffling jewels like a common thief!”
Jasper’s fury was growing not receding as he spoke.Why would she risk her freedom, possibly even her life?Especially when she had a sister who must have a comfortable income.
