Lord Hayden did not come down alone. His wife accompanied him. They arrived in dishabille, he in a dark blue brocade morning coat and she in a pale yellow undressing gown. A lace-edged cap covered most of her dark hair. Kyle had never met Lady Alexia but she appeared a kind woman of about Miss Longworth's age. Mid-twenties, he guessed. Right now her violet-gray eyes held noticeable worry for her cousin.
Lord Hayden appeared resigned, as if he expected nothing good if he was roused from his bed by a Longworth. His sharp gaze took in his visitors and did not miss the way Miss Longworth's attempted escape had soiled the skirt of her dress. His attention lingered on Kyle's face, no doubt assessing the scratches so obviously made by a woman.
The ladies embraced and Miss Longworth made introductions. Lord Hayden nodded a silent acknowledgment that the introductions had been unnecessary since he and Kyle had met before.
“Mr. Bradwell helped me to escape from a house party of Lord Norbury's,” Miss Longworth announced.
Lord Hayden caught his wife's eye in a meaningful glance. It was the look of a man who knew about that love affair and had predicted the worst from the start.
“I fear,” Miss Longworth added after an awkward pause, “I fear that something very scandalous happened at that house party that will be known to the world in a few days. Mr. Bradwell brought me here because there was nowhere else to go tonight, but come the morning I ask for transportation back to Oxfordshire.”
“Exactly what happened?” Lord Hayden asked.
She told them. Bluntly. She spared herself not at all. She took full blame for her situation, which Kyle thought a bit hard. Her inclusion in a party of whores, her sale at the auction, her stupidity in misunderstanding Norbury's affection—it was all clear, specific, and honest. Ruthlessly so.
“So, I will return to Oxfordshire tomorrow,” Miss Longworth concluded. “If I disappear completely and we cease any social connection, perhaps you will not be affected too much by the consequences of my behavior.”
“Do not be so rash,” Lady Alexia cried. “Surely it is not as bad as you say. Hayden, tell her she does not have to break with us completely. If we—”
“No, Alexia,” Miss Longworth said. “I know how it must be, and so do you. Do not force your husband to command it.”
Lady Alexia looked close to tears. Miss Longworth held her poise. Kyle bowed to them both and eased away, to make his escape from this most private of family crises.
Miss Longworth looked in his eyes. “I am sorry that I did not trust you. I am very sorry for those scratches. Thank you for your kindness.”
There was nothing to say in response, so he walked out of the library. He found Lord Hayden in his wake.
“Tell me, Bradwell— Was it as sordid as she says? Or is there some hope that perhaps—” He shrugged, unable to think of what “perhaps” might be.
“Do you really want the truth, Lord Hayden?”
The man hesitated. “Yes, I suppose that I do.”
“He publicly declared her a common whore, and treated her like one, in front of a dozen men whom you see daily at your clubs. I am sincerely sorry for her, but this is one Longworth who your money and protection cannot save.”
Lord Hayden's dark eyes flashed anger at the allusion, but his ire passed quickly. Weary acceptance took its place.
“You have my gratitude that you stepped forward to take care of her and give her protection, Bradwell. In a dining room full of gentlemen, only you acted liked one.”
“Since I was the only man there who was not a gentleman, that should be the real scandal, don't you think?”
He walked out of the house and away from the sad notes being played inside it. The melody would turn into a dirge of mourning soon.
He strode through the cold night to the carriage. Miss Longworth's scent lingered on his frock coat, filling his head.
LORD OF A THOUSAND NIGHTS
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