Part 28 (1/2)
”I need you. I need you to breathe, to think, to be.” Her eyes, overflowing with tears, never left his face. Her hand moved to cup his cheek and he nuzzled into her touch, breathing in her scent.
”What is happening?” he asked, his voice hoa.r.s.e from his clenched throat. ”I don't understand.”
She pressed her fingertips to his mouth. ”I will explain.”
And she did, her voice breaking and faltering. When she fell silent, Marcus sat stunned.
”Why didn't you confide in me before?”
”I didn't know the whole of the story until this afternoon. And when I did know it, I couldn't be certain how you would react. I was afraid.”
”You and I , we are bound.” He caught her hand and held it to his heart. ”Whether we will it or no, we are in this together-our life, our marriage. You may not have wanted me, but you have me all the same.”
There was a rap at the door. Marcus cursed, then stood, pulling her up with him. Opening the portal, he accepted the dinner tray. ”Tell the housekeeper to make preparations to pack.”
The servant bowed stiffly and left.
Elizabeth frowned at him, her porcelain skin pinked from crying. ”What are you about?”
Setting the tray aside, he grabbed her hand and pulled her through the sitting room to his room. ”We are retiring to the country with my family. I want you out of London and tucked away for a while until I can make sense of this muddle.” He closed the door behind them. ”We have been concentrating on St. John. I felt secure enough staying in Town when he was the only perceived threat. Now I have no notion of whom to suspect. You are not safe here. I t could be anyone. Someone we invited to our betrothal ball. An acquaintance who comes to call.” He rubbed the back of his neck.
”But what of Parliament?” she asked.
He shot her an incredulous glance as he shrugged out of his robe. ”Do you think I care more about Parliament than I do about you?”
”I t is important to you, I know that.”
”You are important to me.” Moving to her, he loosened her dressing gown and pushed it to the floor, then divested her of her s.h.i.+ft.
”I 'm hungry,” she protested.
”So am I ,” he murmured as he picked her up and carried her to the bed.
”I agree, leaving London would be wise.” Eldridge paced in front of the windows, his hands clasped behind his back, his tone low and distracted.”There was no way to know,” Marcus said softly, understanding how difficult it must be to learn of a traitor in their midst.
”I should have seen the signs. St. John could not have eluded justice all these years without some a.s.sistance. I simply didn't want to credit it.
My pride wouldn't allow it. And now, perhaps there is another among us, maybe more.”
”I say the time has come for us to be more persuasive with St. John. So far, he is the only individual who seems to know anything about Hawthorne or the b.l.o.o.d.y journal.”
Eldridge nodded. ”Talbot and James can see to him. You see to Lady Westfield.”
”Send for me if there's a need.”
”I probably shall.” Eldridge sank into his chair and sighed. ”At the present moment, you are one of the few men I can trust.”
For Marcus, there was only one man he could trust to care first and foremost for Elizabeth, and when he left Eldridge, he went straight to him, and told him everything.
William stared down at Hawthorne's book in his hands, and shook his head. ”I never knew of this. I was not even aware that Hawthorne kept journals. And you.” He raised his gaze. ”Working for Eldridge...How alike we are, you and I .”
”I suppose that is why we were once good friends,” Marcus said without inflection. His gaze drifted around the study, remembering when he had sat in this very room and arranged marriage settlements. So long ago. He stood, and prepared to depart. ”Thank you for guarding the journal.”
”Westfield. Wait a moment.”
”Yes?” He paused midstep, and turned about.
”I owe you an apology.”
Every muscle in Marcus's body stiffened.
”I should have heard your version of events before pa.s.sing judgment.” Setting the book aside, William rose to his feet. ”Explanations are perhaps worthless at this point, and in the end they are just excuses for why I failed you as a friend.”
Marcus's anger and resentment ran deep, but it was a tiny spark of hope that prompted him to say, ”I would like to hear them, in any case.”
William tugged at his cravat. ”I had no notion of how to feel when Elizabeth first mentioned her interest in you. You were my friend, and I knew you were inherently a good man, but you were also a scoundrel. Knowing my sister's fears, I thought you two would be a bad fit.” He shrugged, a sign not of nonchalance, but of sheepishness. ”You've no idea what it is like to have a sister. How you worry for them, and want to protect them. And Elizabeth is more fragile than most.”
”I know.” Marcus watched his old friend begin to pace nervously, and knew from experience that when William moved so restlessly, he was in deadly earnest.
”She was mad for you, you know.”
”Was she?”
Snorting, William said, ”b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l, yes. She went on and on about you. And your eyes, and your blasted smiles, and a hundred other things I did not care to hear about. That is why, when I woke to her tearstained missive about your indiscretion, I took it to be true. A woman in love will believe anything her lover tells her. I a.s.sumed you were beyond redemption for her to run off as she did.” He stilled, and faced him. ”I am sorry I a.s.sumed. I am sorry I did not go after her, and talk some sense into her. I am sorry that later, when I knew I had done you an injustice, I did not come to you and make amends. I allowed my pride to dictate my actions, and I lost you, the only brother I have ever known. I am most sorry about that.”
Marcus sighed inwardly, and walked to the window. He stared out at nothing, wis.h.i.+ng he could give some glib rejoinder to defuse the tension. Instead, he gave the moment the attention it deserved.
”You are not entirely to blame, Barclay. Neither is Elizabeth. I f I had told her about the agency, none of this would have happened. Instead, knowing how she longed for stability, I hid it from her. I wanted to have everything. I did not realize until too late that what I wanted and what I needed were two different things.”
”I know it is my commitment to Elizabeth that brought you here today, Westfield, but I want you to know that I am equally committed to you. I f you ever require a second, I will not fail you again.”
Marcus turned, nodded, and welcomed the chance presented to him. ”Very well, then,” he drawled, ”we can call it even, if you forgive me for stealing Lady Patricia from you, although I think we both agree that your offense was greater.”
”You stole Janice Fleming, too,” William complained. Then he smiled. ”Although I thrashed you for that one.”
”Your memory is faulty, old chap. I t was you who ended up in the trough.”
”Good G.o.d, I forgot about that.”Marcus twirled his quizzing gla.s.s by its ribbon. ”You once took a dunking in the Serpentine, too.”
”You fell in first! I was attempting to a.s.sist you when you pulled me in.”
”You would not have wanted me to drown alone. What are friends for, if not to suffer together?”
William laughed. Then they shared a grin, and an unspoken agreement to truce. ”Truly. What are friends for?”