Part 43 (2/2)
Virginia flushed. ”You are very direct.”
”I am very ashamed,” Mary said, and although she was blunt, her tone was soft. ”I raised Devlin to know right from wrong and to treat women with respect.”
Virginia backed away.
”He has used you terribly, I fear,” Mary said.
Oh, dear, the anguish had returned, vast and full force, threatening to break like a flooding dam. Virginia turned away.
”I am truly furious with him. But what I want to know is if he has hurt you-other than your heart?”
Virginia gasped, whirling. ”I cannot answer that!” she cried.
”I believe I have answer enough,” Mary said gently, and she came forward. Before Virginia could protest or elude her, she had embraced her. ”I like you very much...daughter.”
Virginia knew she must not cry. Then she realized what Mary had called her and she flinched. ”What did you say?”
Mary smiled and brushed some curls away from her eyes. ”I called you daughter.”
Virginia shook her head, speechless.
”For you shall be my daughter-very soon. Edward and I have discussed it at some length. Some small length, actually, as there was so little to discuss. My son will do what is right.”
Virginia shook her head, disbelieving, backing up.
”He will marry you, Virginia, have no fear, and he will treat you with the respect owed a wife. Of that I have no doubt,” Mary said firmly. ”Edward is speaking with him now.” And she smiled, waiting for Virginia to tell her how pleased she was.
But Virginia could not speak, not for a long moment. She was in disbelief. Briefly, she saw herself in her wedding finery, Devlin in his dress uniform, standing before a priest. Then she shook the terribly fanciful image aside. She finally said, hoa.r.s.ely, ”Thank you, my lady.”
”Come, let us go downstairs,” Mary said, placing her arm around her.
Virginia prayed for help. She said, ”My lady? I truly must rest in bed this evening. I am afraid I would be very poor company if I joined you in my present state.”
Mary kissed her forehead. ”I understand. I will have a light supper sent up. Virginia?”
Virginia turned away to avoid eye contact. ”Yes,” she whispered.
”Everything will turn out for the best, I feel certain of it,” she said.
Virginia could not nod. Mary left, gently closing the door behind her. Virginia sank down in the nearest chair.
Nothing would turn out well. For it was simply too late. She would not marry Devlin, not even if he were the last man on this earth.
DEVLIN OFFERED HIS STEPFATHER a gla.s.s of red wine and then sat down in an adjacent chair. Edward sipped and said, ”This is d.a.m.nably good.”
”Yes, it is,” Devlin returned, glancing at the open door. But his mother and Virginia did not appear. The standing grandfather clock in the corner of the room chimed half past the hour. He hadn't seen her since their terrible conversation that morning and he could not deny that he wished to see her now. He sincerely hoped that she had recovered from the encounter.
”I heard you have received new orders,” Edward commented, setting his gla.s.s down and comfortably stretching out his long legs.
”Yes. I leave in two weeks. I am to partic.i.p.ate in our war with the Americans,” Devlin said.
Edward nodded. ”It's ironic, is it not? The triumphs in Canada, when we are so outmanned there, and the losses in the Atlantic, when we are the greatest navy on the earth.”
”The Americans are a tough and fierce lot,” he remarked, a pair of huge violet eyes, flas.h.i.+ng with hatred, in his mind. He s.h.i.+fted, aware of a seizure in his chest. But it was her right to hate him and he was glad-he merely had to remind himself of this yet another time.
”And that affair last night?”
”I was wondering if you had heard,” Devlin said, bracing himself for the censure he felt certain was to come.
”Devlin, for G.o.d's sake, what did you expect, bringing her there, that way?” There was disapproval in Edward's tone.
Abruptly Devlin stood, wine in hand. ”I was called in by St. John today. I've truly heard it all. Yes, I made a mistake, and frankly, I am sorry for it. However, Hughes got a beating-which is almost what he deserved.”
”And Virginia?” Edward stood. ”What did she deserve?”
He tensed.
”Or rather, what does she deserve?”
”Edward, I am well aware that I have behaved shamefully. She did not deserve to be used in my scheme of revenge. But I have made amends, I hope.” He met Adare's unwavering gaze. ”I have purchased Sweet Briar, which I intend to give to her, and I will take her home when I set sail,” he said tersely.
”The son I raised knows what she presently deserves, and it is not to be tossed away over your father's b.l.o.o.d.y grave.”
”I regret all that I have done,” he said sharply. ”Isn't it enough that I have bought Sweet Briar for her?”
”You tell me.”
Devlin met his dark, blazing eyes. ”You know the life I have chosen-you know the man that I am. I am not a family man, Edward,” he warned.
”But your father did not raise you to be a rogue. He raised you to be the family man you have just spoken of.”
The blow was a fierce one, for Edward was right. ”Do not bring my dead father into this,” Devlin said sharply.
”Why not? Your father's murder is the crux of this matter-as it is the crux of your life. Good G.o.d, he died fifteen years ago! When will you let him rest in peace? When?”
Devlin turned away, trembling. Sean had said the exact same thing, but he could not let go of the past, the effort being beyond his capacity.
”There is only one manner in which you may make amends to Miss Hughes, and you d.a.m.n well know it,” Edward said softly to his back.
He did know it. He had known it for some time now, though from precisely when, he could not be certain. The only real way to make amends was through marriage. And Virginia's violet eyes flashed. Today there is only hatred.
Hatred, so much hatred...It was all Devlin knew and he had taught Virginia the horror of it, too. ”I doubt she would have me,” he heard himself say.
”Of course she will have you! Will you marry her, then?” he demanded.
He faced his stepfather and the devil had returned, ripping not just his heart but his entire being in two. And he actually wished that he were a different man, one incapable of ruthless vengeance, a man capable of letting go of a ghastly past, a man worthy of Virginia's love. But he was not.
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