Rafe coughed lightly into his hand. “I speak it, Miss Montbank. I merely don’t prefer it to my native tongue. I spent a bit of time in France, as you may know, and none of it was pleasant.”
“I’m so sorry,Capitaine.” Miss Montbank’s face fell. She immediately began speaking in English again. “I did forget. Please forgive me.J’adoremy French studies but I must remember that not everyone is as fond of the place as I am.”
“No apology necessary. Your French is quite good, by the way. Have you been there?”
She beamed at him. “No, I have not. But I do so hope to rectify that as soon as possible.”
Rafe looked twice again. Had the girl just winked at him? He glanced around the room. No one else seemed to take notice of them. Daphne hadn’t arrived yet and Lord Fitzwell was busy dividing his time between the duke and the earl. Poor chap’s head just might swivel off given the amount of times he had to turn it to give them equal attention. Rafe turned back to his young companion.
“You know there is to be a dance here tomorrow night,Capitaine?” she asked, spinning around in what Rafe could only guess was some sort of pirouette.
“Yes. So I’ve heard,” he answered, wishing his hostess would call them in to dinner where there would no doubt be wine. Lots of wine.
“I wish I was old enough for you to askmeto dance,Capitaine,” Miss Montbank continued. “And then you could ask me to stroll with you in the gardens and I would slap your arm with my fan and say no, but then I might very well meet you there later.”
Rafe nearly choked. He pounded his chest with his fist. He had to smile. The girl’s honesty was downright refreshing if a bit overwhelming and slightly alarming. This was Daphne’s cousin? “How old are you, Miss Montbank?”
“Alas, I am twelve and am not yet in possession of a fan. Though I ask for one every Christmas. Aunt Willie prefers to give fichus that are often quite hideous.”
“I think I have seen her handiwork,” Rafe mumbled. To Miss Montbank, he said, “Even if you were old enough to dance with me, there is no music at present.”
The girl twirled again and then performed a perfect curtsy. “Oh, I wouldn’t let that stop me. I hear music in my head most of the time.”
Rafe smiled again. Daphne’s young cousin was a peculiar little thing. “Are you enjoying yourself so far then, Miss Montbank?”
“The truth is it’s unpleasant to be forced to elude my governess so often.” She smiled up at him. “But I had to meet you,Capitaine.I must ask you, why did you give Cousin Daphne a little ship?”
For the second time since he’d begun speaking with Delilah, Rafe nearly choked. “I, erm… She showed it to you?”
“Oui.She asked me to open the box, actually. She didn’t tell me why you sent her a ship, though. She only said that being an adult is complicated.”
Rafe nodded. “That’s true.”
“But why a ship?”
Rafe rubbed his chin. “I thought she would like it.”
“I think there’s something you’re not telling me,Capitaine.” Delilah sighed. “But I’m used to it. No one ever wants to tell a child very much. Daphne says there’s a mystery here.”
Rafe lifted both brows. “She said that?”
“Oui. I tried to guess why she refused to tell me why you would send her a gift and I declared it a mystery. She agreed. Well, at least she didn’t disagree with me.Comprenez-vous?”
“I do, indeed.”
“I don’t mind, however,” Delilah said, pointing her small nose in the air. “I’ve grown quite adept at finding out things that adults don’t want me to know.”
“I don’t doubt it.” Rafe grinned at her. “Now, may I ask you a question, Miss Montbank?”
“I should be delighted.” She curtsied again.
Rafe scanned the room and found the baron still hanging on the duke’s every word. “What do you think of Lord Fitzwell?”
Delilah’s face crumpled into a scowl. “I don’t think much of him. Not at all.”
“You don’t?”
“No.”
