didnât say it was inadequate!â Her expression showed sheer exasperation. âGoodness, you are so prickly. âYou would rouse to anger a heart of stone,â as Sophocles says.â
He blinked. âYouâre quoting Sophocles ? What sort of heiress are you?â
âI happen to read a lot,â she said defensively. âPoetry mostly. Which you would have found out for yourself if youâd conversed with us at dinner instead of blustering and shouting.â She crossed her arms over her chest. âThat is exactly why people gossip about you. Has it occurred to you that they might call you the Black Baron because of your black temper?â
If she only knew. âThank you for the commentary on my character, Miss Bancroft. Now, if youâll excuse meââ
âIâm not finished,â she said blithely. âAs I was saying, weâre very grateful for your taking us in under difficult circumstances.â She paused meaningfully.
âBut?â
âBut it does not give you permission to alarm the children.â
He hated it when she was right. âI wasnât trying to alarm them,â he said testily. âI was trying to make sure they donât go near my barn, something you might consider helping me with.â
âFor goodnessâ sake, whatâs so important about your precious barn?â
âItâs full of explosives.â
âExplosives!â Her eyes widened. âWhy on earth would you keep explosives in your barn?â
âIâve been developing a fuse to make them safer for the mine. It requires experimentation with black powder and sulfur and the like, all of which are highly dangerous.â
âBut why here ? Why not do it there?â
âBecause too many people have access to things at the mine. Thereâs too much chance for a visitor or a stranger to get hurt.â As Rupert had. âI can keep a better eye on things here. My servants know they risk their positions if they go anywhere near that barn or let anyone else near it.â He scowled at her. âBut your cousins may be a problem, given how unpredictable boys are.â
That seemed to dampen her fire a bit. âIf you would just explain to them about the explosivesââ
He snorted. âRight. Tell a lot of curious lads that thereâs a barn full of exciting chemicals next door. That would be like setting a match to the powder. Didnât you see how your cousinâs eyes lit up when he asked if I kept rifles in there? Donât you know anything about boys that age?â
âNo, I donât!â Her tone held desperation. âIâm not used to taking care of them!â
She had a point. According to Huggett, their nurse had been clever enough to escape corralling the rambunctious cubs during the holiday. He could hardly expect their rich cousin to step into her shoes with any degree of competency.
âThen hereâs a little lesson for you,â he said. âBoys of that age enjoy blowing things up. I certainly did. Itâs how I got interested in explosives in the first place. And if your rascal cousins find out Iâve got something as fascinating as black powder in my barn, itâll be impossible to keep them out.â
She sniffed. âWell, now that youâve roused their curiosity, theyâre sure to attempt it anyway. Keeping them in the dark is as bad as telling them the truth.â
âThen give them a lie, blast it! Tell them whatever you likeâI donât care. Just keep them away from that barn!â
âIâll do my best,â she said with a weary shake of her head, âbut I canât make any promises. They have minds of their own sometimes.â
âFine. But if they follow their minds into my barn, I will tan their hides.â
âYou will not!â she protested. âYou have no right!â
âThat wonât stop me.â
She planted