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  “If you think,” the duke warned him, “that society will forgive and forget and accept her merely because you’re now prepared to marry her, Ian, you’re quite wrong, I assure you. They’ll ignore your part in the nasty affair, as they already have, because you are a man—and a rich one, not to mention that you’re now the Marquess of Kensington. When you make Lady Cameron your marchioness, however, they’ll tolerate her because they have no choice, but they’ll cut her dead whenever the opportunity arises. It’s going to take a show of force from some persons of great consequence to make society realize they must accept her. Otherwise they’ll treat her like a pariah.”

  For himself Ian would have calmly and unhesitatingly told society to go to hell, but they’d already put Elizabeth through hell, and he wanted somehow to make it right for her again. He was idly considering how to go about it when his grandfather said firmly, “I shall go to London and be there when your betrothal is announced.”

  “No,” Ian said, his jaw tightening in anger. It was one thing to relinquish his hatred for the man, but it was another entirely to allow him to insinuate himself into Ian’s life as an ally or to accept help from him.

  “I realize,” his grandfather said calmly, “why you were so quick to reject my offer. However, I did not make it for my gratification alone. There are two other sound reasons: It will benefit Lady Elizabeth tremendously if society sees that I am fully willing to accept her as my granddaughter-in-law. I am the only one who has a prayer of swaying them. Second,” the duke continued, pressing his advantage while he had one to press, “until society sees you and me together and in complete accord at least once, the gossip about your questionable parentage and our relationship will continue. In other words, you can call yourself my heir, but until they see that I regard you as such, they won’t entirely believe what you say or what the newspapers print. Now then, if you want Lady Elizabeth treated with the respect due the Marchioness of Kensington, the ton will first have to accept you as Marquess of Kensington. The two things are tied together. It must be done slowly,” he emphasized, “one step at a time. Handled in that way, no one will dare to oppose me or to defy you, and they will then have to accept Lady Elizabeth and let the gossip be laid to rest.”

  Ian hesitated, a thousand emotions warring in his heart and mind. “I’ll think about it,” he agreed curtly.

  “I understand,” the duke said quietly. “In the event you decide to call upon my support, I will leave for London in the mom and stay at my town house.”

  Ian got up to leave, and his grandfather also arose. Awkwardly, the older man held out his hand, and hesitantly, Ian took it. His grandfather’s grip was surprisingly strong, and it lasted a long time. “Ian,” he said suddenly and desperately, “if I could undo what I did thirty-two years ago, I would do it. I swear to you.”

  “I’m sure you would,” Ian said in a noncommittal tone.

  “Do you think,” he continued in a ragged voice, “that someday you might forgive me completely?”

  Ian answered him honestly. “I don’t know.”

  He nodded and took his hand away. “I shall be in London within the week. When do you plan to be there?”

  “That depends on how long it takes to deal with Christina’s father and Elizabeth’s uncle and to explain things to Elizabeth. All things considered, I ought to be in London by the fifteenth.”

  19

  Elizabeth stood up slowly, her hands clenched into nervous fists at her sides as she gaped at Alexandra Townsende across the young duchess’s sumptuous green-and-cream London drawing room. “Alex, this is madness!” she burst out in frustrated disbelief. “My uncle gave me until the twenty-fourth, and it’s already the fifteenth! How can you possibly expect me to consider attending a ball tonight, when my life is practically coming to an end, and we haven’t thought of a single solution!”

  “It might be a solution,” Alex reasoned. “And it is the only one I’ve been able to think of since you arrived.”

  Elizabeth paused in her pacing to roll her eyes and shake her head in a gesture that clearly implied Alex had taken leave of her senses. Elizabeth had come racing back from Scotland to England, hoping to reason with her uncle, only to have him gleefully inform her that he’d just received a near-offer from Lord Marchman as well. “I prefer to wait in hope Marchman comes up to scratch. His title is greater, and so is his wealth; therefore he’s less likely to squander my money. I’ve written to him and asked him to make his decision by the twenty-fourth.”

  Elizabeth had kept her senses and used his good mood to convince him to let her go to London in the meantime. Now that he knew he was about to get her off his hands, Uncle Julius was uncharacteristically agreeable. “Very well. Today is the tenth; you may remain there until the twenty-fourth. I shall send a message to you if Marchman offers.”

  “I—I think I’d like Alexandra Townsende’s advice on the formalities of a wedding,” Elizabeth had prevaricated on an impulse, hoping that Alex might somehow help her find a way to avoid marrying either man. “She is in London for the Season, and I can stay with her.”

  “You may use my town bouse if you bring your own servants,” he offered magnanimously. “If Belhaven wants to press his suit with you in person in the meantime, he may call upon you in the city. In fact, while you are there you may order a wedding gown. Nothing too expensive,” he added with a dark frown. “There’s no reason for a big town wedding when a small one here at Havenhurst will do as well. And there’s no reason for a wedding gown either, now that I reflect on it, since your mother’s was only worn the one time.”

  Elizabeth didn’t bother to remind him that her mother had been married in an elaborate ceremony at St. James’s in a sumptuous, pearl-encrusted gown with a fifteen-foot train, and that such a gown for an intimate little wedding would look absurd. At the moment she was still hoping to avoid any ceremony at all, and she was much too anxious to flee to London to discuss finery. Now, after she’d spent five days with Alex, thinking of and discarding impossible solutions, Alex had suddenly decided it was imperative Elizabeth reenter society at a ball tonight. To make matters worse, in his excessive eagerness to continue his courtship, Sir Francis had arrived in London yesterday and was practically haunting Uncle Julius’s town house on Promenade Street.

  “Elizabeth.” Alex’s voice was filled with determination. “I’ll admit I haven’t had a great deal of time to work out all the details, since I only conceived of the plan three hours ago, but if you’ll just sit down and have some of that tea, I’ll try to explain the logic of it.”

  “Attending a ball tonight,” Elizabeth said as she obediently sank down on a lovely little settee upholstered in green silk, “is not a solution, it’s—it’s a nightmare!”

  “Will you just let me explain? There’s no point arguing about it, because I’ve already set wheels in motion, and I absolutely refuse to be gainsaid.”

  Elizabeth raked her hair off her forehead in a nervous gesture and nodded reluctantly. When Alexandra glanced pointedly at the tea her butler had just carried in Elizabeth sighed, picked up the dainty cup, and took a sip. “Explain.”

  “Not to put too fine a point on it, we have nine days left of your reprieve. Nine days to find you a more desirable suitor.”

  Elizabeth choked on her tea. “Another suitor? You are joking!” she sputtered, caught somewhere between hilarity and horror.

  “Not at all,” said Alex practically, daintily sipping her tea. “When you made your debut you received fifteen offers in four weeks. If you could accumulate an average of half a suitor per day before, then, even allowing for the scandal hanging over your head, there’s no reason in the world why we oughtn’t be able to find at least one suitor you like in nine full days. You’re more beautiful now than you were as a girl.”

  Elizabeth paled at the mention of the scandal. “I can’t do it,” she said shakily. “I cannot face everyone. Not yet!”

  “Not alone, perhaps, but you won’t be alone tonight.” In