so much easier.â
âMake what easier?â
âWell, living away from himâ¦â They slipped past a cluster of diamond-clad matrons. âWhen Iâm not with Tuppy, I donât think about him all that much. You know I love to dance and shop, and I see my friends.â
âYes?â
âBut when I see him, wellâI feel guilty!â she finished in a rush.
âWhy did you leave him?â
âWe fought,â Carola said. âWe fought bitterly, and so I left. I thought he would come to my motherâs and beg me to return, but he didnât.â
Gina looked at her curiously. âDid that make you sad? I thought you had a perfectly amicable arrangement.â
âOh, I cried endlessly at first,â Carola said lightly. âI had high ideas about marriage, in those days.â
Gina noticed that her eyes looked a little watery. âBut you are very happy without him.â
âYes, of course,â Carola replied, giving a wavering smile.
âItâs vastly more entertaining this way. He is a terrible stick in the mud, Tuppy. Never wanted to go out in the evenings.â
âHmm,â Gina said. She had just caught sight of Sebastian talking Cecilia Deventosh, who had five daughters to marryoff. âLook at Lady Deventosh! Sheâs trying to wrap up my fiancé and give him to one of her daughters as a present.â
âI wouldnât worry. The marquess is devoted to you. Anyone can see that.â An impish smile lit up Carolaâs brown eyes.
âWhat does he offer as a husband that the duke does not?â
âItâs different!â Gina exclaimed. âCamden and I barely know each other, but Sebastian is everything I want in a husband: calm, and steady, and just good .â
âYes,â Carola said, following her gaze. Marquess Bonnington was undoubtedly one of the handsomest men in England, with high cheekbones, a lean jaw, and deep set blue eyes. âBut do you ever think that marriage with him might beâ¦a trifle constraining?â
âConstraining?â Gina looked startled. âNo, do you?â
âHeâs very particular. Look how heâs snubbing Lady Deventosh. I gather she offended him in some way.â
âWell, she is quite pretentious to try to foist one of her daughters onto Sebastian!â Gina exclaimed. âHe is a marquess.â
âYes,â Carola murmured.
âHe may be a little stiff in his manners. But itâs just his way. He may be stuffy in public, but not in private. Although I donât think heâll be as easygoing as your husband.â
Carola smiled, a little crooked smile. âNo indeed, because he loves you. Husbands are only so easy when they feel no love at all.â
âOh dear,â Gina said, unsure what to say. Her friendâs eyes were bright with tears.
âItâs quite all right. I always find the first evening difficult, but after that Tuppy and I shall be quite comfortable in each otherâs company, I promise you.â
Marquess Bonnington came up beside them and bowed. The sounds of tuning violins sounded from the far side of the room.
Carolaâs face brightened. âI wonder where Neville is?â
âHere he is,â Sebastian said, moving to the side as an extravagantly elegant gentleman rushed through the crowd. He had the penny-bright hair and blue eyes of a dandified cupid.
âYou must forgive me!â he cried. âYour Grace, Lord Bonnington, my dearest Lady Perwinkle. I had a terrible time dressing this evening. Slapdash, thatâs what I am!â
Gina smiled. One couldnât not smile at Nevilleâs merry grin.
Carola had tucked her hand under his. âIâm feeling blue. Shall we dance?â
âYour every breath is my command,â he exclaimed. âI believe that Lady Troubridge has decided to open the assembly with a polonaise.â
âThatâs
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