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corner of her eye, but she kept her gaze on Gideon, saying only, "Of course, my lord. Whom would you suggest?"
    "Lady Irene Wyngate," he replied.

Chapter Three
    Irene watched her mother as she moved gracefully through the steps of a country dance with her cousin Harville. Sir Harville, whose party this was, was one of the few people with whom Lady Claire felt it was appropriate for a widow such as herself to dance. He was also one of the few people who could always bring a smile to her mother's face.
    For those reasons, Irene always looked forward to Lady Spence's birthday ball. And since Sir Harville, instead of his penny-pinching wife, arranged the ball, the affair was also beautifully decorated and offered a midnight supper that would tempt even the faintest of appetites.
    "Such a sweet little dance," Irene's sister-in-law said beside her, glancing about the ballroom with an expression that mingled approval with condescension. "Not nearly so grand a ballroom as we have at Wyngate House, but they have done it up very well."
    Irene suppressed a sigh. Maura was the mistress of the insult wrapped in a compliment. However, Irene had promised her mother that she would not quarrel with Maura tonight, so she made no comment.
    "Lady Claire is in good looks tonight," Maura went on. "Don't you agree, Humphrey dear?"
    She turned a sugary smile on her husband, standing on her other side. Humphrey smiled back, pleased at his wife's comment, "Yes, she does look lovely. So like you to point that out."
    It never ceased to amaze Irene that her brother, so intelligent in so many other ways, never saw through Maura's pretense of sweetness to the sharp claws beneath.
    "No matter what others may say, I think it is wonderful for her to dance."
    Humphrey frowned a little. "Say? What does anyone say?"
    "Nothing," Irene assured him firmly, shooting Maura a daggerlike look.
    "Of course not," Maura agreed smoothly. "Why, there is nothing at all wrong with a woman of her age dancing with her cousin—even if it is such a
lively
dance. And while one would be quite correct in presuming that some women would do it to call attention to themselves, of course your mother would never do that."
    "No, never." Humphrey blinked, looking at his wife with some concern. "Do people say that?"
    "No," Irene interrupted flatly. "They do not. There is nothing wrong with Mother's dancing, even if it were not with her cousin, and no one of
any consequence
would say so." She shot a fierce look at Maura as she spoke the last few words.
    "Indeed not," Maura agreed, assuming a prettily determined expression. "And so I shall tell anyone who has the audacity to say so."
    "Yes, quite." Humphrey smiled down at his wife, though his eyes remained a little troubled. He turned to look at his mother again.
    "And I beg you will not say anything to Mother about it," Irene went on, iron in her voice. "It would be most unkind to make her worry in any way over doing something that she enjoys so much."
    "Oh, indeed." Maura nodded. "Though one cannot help but wonder whether Lady Claire, with her sensibilities, might not decide that she would prefer to stand up to one of the more sedate tunes."
    "That is true," Humphrey agreed, casting a fond look at his wife. "You are always so solicitous of Mother."
    "Humphrey!" Irene said sharply. "If you or Maura say anything to destroy Mother's happiness in taking an innocent dance with her cousin—"
    "Irene!" Maura looked shocked. Tears welled up in her blue eyes. "I would never hurt Lady Claire. Why, she is as dear to me as my own mother."
    "Irene, really," Humphrey said, exasperated. "How could you say something so cruel? You know how Maura feels about Mother."
    "Yes," Irene replied drily. "I do."
    "Sometimes your tongue is just too sharp. You know how sensitive Maura is."
    "Now, Humphrey, darling," Maura said before Irene could speak, "I am sure that Irene did not mean to hurt me. She is so much stronger than other women. She does not understand how