Part 49 (1/2)

she finished, a little desperately, 'it is best that I leave you to consider matters.”

”No,” Henry said firmly, ”I do not think so.” He was leaning on Sea grave's beautiful inlaid walnut desk and was still frowning.

”There is a mystery here which I feel must be unravelled. Laura gave you the letter and asked that you give it to me in a few hours' time, to give them a good head start. You say that you wish them well and indeed it must be so, for in here--' he flicked the letter as it lay on the desk '--she also says that you advised her most kindly to follow her heart.” The look he gave her was sardonic. ”I cannot believe you to have indulged in such double-dealing, Lady Polly, that you advise my sister to elope and then immediately give her away! Pray, sit down and explain the matter to me!”

Polly glanced across at the door. It seemed so much easier just to run away, except for the conviction that Henry would probably run after her and bring her back, and cause a scandal in the process. The deepening smile on his face suggested that he had guessed her thoughts--all of them.

She sat down on one of the elegant gilt sofas and tried to marshal her thoughts.

”It is true that Lady Laura confided in me her feelings for Mr Far rant,”

she admitted, 'and also that I was aware of the objections of her family to the match. You and I have discussed as much! I do not know what part your sister has a.s.signed to me in all this, but I freely admit that my advice to her was that she should do what she thought was right. She has more determination than I ever did at her age--she knew what she wanted and now she has taken it, and I wish her all the luck in the world in her choice! ” ”Then why did you pa.s.s me her letter so swiftly?” Henry asked.

”You must know that I could stop them if I chose.” He had come round the desk and taken the chair opposite Polly's, watching her all the while.

Polly was intensely conscious of his intent gaze resting thoughtfully on her face.

She prayed that it was too dark for him to read her expression. This was the most difficult part.

”I did not wish to deceive you,” she said candidly. ”Whilst I wish your sister success and happiness, it was more important to me that you should know of her actions and choose for yourself. If you decide to go after them I shall be very sorry, but I will still feel that I did the right thing in entrusting the letter to you now rather than later.”

There was a little silence. Polly's face was growing hot under that unrelenting scrutiny.

”A little late in the day to be speaking of trust between us,” Henry said drily.

”You must forgive me. Lady Polly, if I find it difficult to accept that you are finally trusting me with information in the belief that I will do the right thing. There have been other occasions, arguably more important, when you did not show any such confidence in me!”

Polly clasped her hands together tightly.

”If you are speaking of my engagement to Mr Dit ton then I can only concede that you are right, my lord. However, if we must indulge in recriminations, allow me to say that you are hardly blameless yourself Henry smiled slightly.

”Your point. Lady Polly! But it is a little different. I would have done anything I could to save you from Dit ton.”

”Almost anything,” Polly said sweetly.

”Let us not rake over the past, my lord, for we shall only quarrel! It seems that you cannot forgive me my lack of trust and I resent that you did not fully confide in me!

Un trusted and untrustworthy both! But will you go after your sister? ” Henry shook his head slowly.

”No, I will not. I never opposed the match, although I cannot deny that it will cause a great deal of trouble. But...” he sighed 'it is not my choice to spoil Laura's happiness! ” Polly let out a long, unsteady breath.

”Oh, thank you!”

”And,” Henry added, with the ghost of a smile, 'as long as neither of us admits that we knew of the elopement only fifteen minutes after it occurred, we may avoid any censure! ” For a moment they were drawn into a tenuous alliance. Polly felt hope and despair stir in equal measure. Was this how it was always to be, forever wanting more, hoping for more, when Henry had made it clear that he could not forgive her lack of faith in him and she had just demonstrated that she still blamed him for telling her only half a story?

It seemed heartbreaking.

”I must go,” she said, a little uncertainly.

”Mama will be wondering, and I have had no supper...”