“A lady—” Effie started, but stopped. She’d obviously just remembered that it would be impolite to suggest that Kate was not behaving in a ladylike manner.

“A lady should never feel anxious about her behavior,” Henry announced. “The status is bred in the bone. To show anxiety is to lower oneself. Anxiety is vulgar .”

Effie digested that and finally pulled off one glove and consigned it to Algie’s care. At first she squealed about how cool the water felt, but she seemed to gain courage as the boat moved silently out into the lake. When the first boat slid past them, she copied Kate and flicked drops of sparkling blue water toward them, giggling madly at the surprised faces in the boat.

No prince, Kate noticed crossly. He was probably on shore, cozied up to a rich baroness.

A second boat slipped past them, rocking a little. “What are they up to?” Henry asked. She had her head on Leo’s shoulder and was looking happily at the sky.

“They’ve got a bottle of champagne,” Algie said in a disapproving voice.

“Damn, got in the wrong boat,” Leo said softly.

His wife reached up and pinched his nose.

Algie was watching the red-torched boat retreat. “They must be rocking it on purpose.”

“Silly,” Effie said, happily trailing her hand in the water all the way up to her wrist. One had to suppose that this was her first taste of freedom, such as it was.

Another boat approached, rocking even more wildly.

“All young men in that barque,” Lord Hathaway said. “They need women to keep them sedate. And sober.”

“Don’t tell me that we’re the only boat consigned to sobriety,” Leo said, with mock sorrow.

“They’ve—yes!” Algie cried, peering ahead. “A man’s overboard. He’s all right; he caught on to the rope.”

“What fools,” Lord Hathaway said with disgust.

“Wet fools,” Leo said. “It might set a new fashion for castle entertainment. Enough with the motley, and on with the water.”

“He’s swimming to shore,” Algie said.

“The problem is one of timing,” Leo said in a different tone of voice, sitting up. “Are you dripping with diamonds tonight?” he asked his wife.

“No,” Henry replied. “Well, I have the big emerald and I’m afraid my ear bobs aren’t firmly attached.” She pulled them off in a businesslike fashion. “You’d better take them.” She handed over her jewels and hitched Coco so firmly against her bosom that the normally quiet dog gave a little yelp of protest. “Hathaway, you’re in charge of my goddaughter. And Dimsdale, you have Effie.”

“Why?” Effie asked in alarm. “What do you mean, Lady Wrothe?”

“Leo’s very good at this sort of thing,” Henry said, “and if he thinks—”

But at that very moment a boat loomed up, except that it didn’t slide sweetly past their prow. Instead it slammed right into their side. For a second, it looked as if they would be fine. The boat tilted wildly, but righted itself.

But then their boat jerked again, presumably because the footman was trying to pull them to shore, and it lurched over to the other side.

Effie screamed; Kate screamed too, for the split second before the water rushed toward her and she fell into the lake.

The water was cold but not freezing. She had a moment of terror thinking that the boat was on top of her, but then she realized she was facing the bottom of the lake and managed to kick her way to the top.

She broke the surface with a gasp and a cough, and looked wildly for the boat. She turned in a circle, kicking madly to stay afloat, and couldn’t see it. The lake was covered with flaring torches that appeared to be bouncing up and down from her position on the surface of the lake, but her boat . . . her boat . . . There it was. Getting farther away by the second.

“I knew you weren’t a lady,” said an amused voice at her ear. “No lady even knows that word.”

She screamed and would have clutched at him, but Gabriel was behind her, slipping a strong arm around her waist. He pulled her back against his chest, so she was virtually lying on her back in the water. “Don’t be so loud,” he said in her ear. “You don’t want all those other rescuers to find you instead of me, do you?”

“What rescuers?” Kate said, spitting out a little lake water. “My godmother told Hathaway to save me and he’s obviously failed to do so.”

“I’d love to say he sank like a stone,” Gabriel said, kicking his legs so they started moving through the water, “but it’s unlikely. My whole boat went over as well, and I expect Hathaway rescued the wrong damsel in distress.”

“I like that,” Kate said darkly. “I could have drowned. I hope Henry is all right.”

“Lady Wrothe managed to remain in the boat,” Gabriel said. “Her husband lunged for the opposite side at just the right moment and righted it. I think Miss Starck may have escaped the water as well.”

“Henry must be worried about me,” Kate said. “Could you swim a little faster?”

“No, I could not,” Gabriel said. “This is my fastest when it comes to swimming on my back and dragging you as well. I don’t think Lady Wrothe is worried, because she caught sight of me in the water and instructed me with one ferocious gesture to go after you. So I did.”

“I could kick too,” Kate offered.

“Your skirts are giving me enough trouble,” Gabriel said.

There was a moment of silence. “Are we almost at shore?” she asked. The lights of the boat that she thought was hers were receding quickly.

“We would have been, but I must have got turned around,” Gabriel said. “We’re heading for the far shore.”

“There are no boats over there,” Kate said, peering over her shoulder.

“Don’t complain,” Gabriel said. “You’re no lightweight, for all you’ve supposedly lost two stone.”

“Just be glad you’re not rescuing Victoria,” Kate said.

“I am.” Then he gave a grunt, which turned out to be because he had swum straight into the marble lip of the lake.

“I can do it,” Kate said, twisting out of his grip and catching the marble.

He hauled himself up and then reached down and grabbed her wrist, pulling her up as easily as if he were landing a trout.

“Oh,” Kate said, shivering uncontrollably. “It’s so cold. You were brilliant, thanks.” She wrapped her arms around herself and peered across the lake. “Damnation, we came up on the far side.”

Gabriel was walking away from her along the shore, so she stumbled after him, thinking that princes weren’t all that gentlemanly when it came to it. He could at least have taken her arm. But then he bent over and started to pull on a rope.

Kate stood next to him, tremors going from the top of her shoulders to her feet. “Are—are you getting us a boat?” she asked, feeling as if cold water had frozen her brain.

He was hauling on the rope so fast that it was spinning out behind him. “Don’t let this slap you,” he said with a gasp, and she suddenly realized how hard he was working. Sure enough, a boat was cutting through the water toward them. It was one of the red ones, its torch burning low now.