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Amelia. Merripen wasn't attending the dinner that evening because he was trying to avoid being in a
social situation with Win. He was trying to keep a distance between them, while at the same time he was
desperately worried about her health.
It troubled Amelia, the notion that Merripen, who never displayed strong feelings about anything, might
be entertaining a secret and powerful longing for her sister. Win was too delicate, too refined, too much
his opposite in every way. And Merripen knew that.
Feeling sympathetic and maudlin, and rather worried herself, Amelia climbed into the carriage after her
sisters.
The occupants of the vehicle were silent as they proceeded along the oak-lined drive to Stony Cross
Manor. None of them had ever seen grounds so richly tended or imposing. Every leaf on every tree
seemed to have been affixed with careful forethought. Surrounded by gardens and orchards that flowed
into dense woods, the house sprawled over the land like a drowsing giant. Four lofty corner towers
denoted the original dimensions of the European-styled fortress, but many additions had given it a
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pleasing asymmetry. With time and weathering, the house's honey-colored stone had mellowed
gracefully, its outlines dressed with tall, perfectly trimmed hedges.
The residence was fronted by a massive courtyard a distinctive feature- and sided by stables and a
residential wing. Instead of the usual understated design of stables, these were fronted by wide stone
arches. Stony Cross Manor was a place fit for royalty and from what they knew of Lord Westcliff, his
bloodlines were even more distinguished than the Queen's.
As the carriage stopped before the porticoed entrance, Amelia wished the evening were already over. In
these stately surroundings, the Hathaways' faults would be magnified. They would appear no better than
a group of vagabonds. She glanced over her siblings. Win had donned her usual mask of irreproachable
serenity, and Leo looked calm and slightly bored an expression he must have learned from his recent
acquaintances at Jenner's. The younger girls were filled with a bright exuberance that drew a smile from
Amelia. They, at least, would have a good time, and heaven knew they deserved it.
Merripen helped the sisters from the carriage, and Leo emerged last. As he stepped to the ground,
Merripen checked him with a brief murmur, an admonition to keep a close watch on Win. Leo shot him a
vehement glance. Enduring Amelia's criticism was bad enough he wouldn't tolerate it from Merripen. "If
you're so bloody concerned about her," Leo muttered, "then you go inside and play nanny."
Merripen's eyes narrowed, but he didn't reply.
The relationship between the two men had never been what one could describe as brotherly, but they
had always maintained a cool cordiality.
Merripen had never tried to assume the role of second son, in spite of the Hathaway parents' obvious
fondness for him. And in any situation which might have lent itself to a competition between the two boys,
Merripen had always drawn back. Leo, for his part, had been reasonably pleasant to Merripen, and had
even deferred to Merripen's opinions when he had judged them better than his own.
When Leo had fallen ill with scarlet fever, Merripen had helped care for him with a mixture of patience
and
kindness that had surpassed even Amelia's. Later she had told Leo that he owed Merripen his life.
Instead of being grateful, however, Leo seemed to hold it against Merripen.
Please, please don't be an ass, Leo, Amelia longed to beg, but she held her tongue and went with her
sisters to the brightly lit entrance of Stony Cross Manor.
A pair of massive double doors opened into a cavernous hall hung with priceless tapestries. A grand
stone and marble staircase curved up to the lofty second-floor gallery. Even the most distant corners of
the hall, and the entrances of several passages leading away from the great room, were lit by a massive
crystal chandelier.
If the outside grounds had been well tended, the interior of the manor was nothing short of immaculate,
everything swept and sparkling and polished. There was nothing of newness in their surroundings, no [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]