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“I do wonder if your brother’s disposition might improve if he could find some happiness with his wife. Perhaps you should help him with that . Since you are so fond of—and skilled at—providing assistance.”

“I’ve actually suggested that. It’s not as if Sabrina is awful or a bad wife. I truly don’t understand why they are estranged. But then it’s none of my business according to Con, and he’s right.”

MacNair came up the stairs then and greeted them both with a smile. “Have you had more than enough ball for one night as I have?”

“Not at all,” Tobias said with a smile. “In fact, I am on my way downstairs.”

“Lucien, you should come up to the members’ den with me,” MacNair said, pivoting.

“I should check on the assembly, converse with Mrs. Renshaw, and make sure all is well.”

“You can do that later.” He reached for Lucien’s arm. “Come and have a glass of port with me.”

Lucien’s eyes narrowed. “Is there some reason you don’t want me to go downstairs?”

Tobias was itching to get to the ballroom and see how Fiona was faring. He hoped her absence hadn’t caused a stir. “I’m going then.”

“I’m coming with you.” Lucien started to descend with him.

MacNair let out a groan. “Lucien, your sister is dancing with Wexford.”

Lucien swore and increased his pace down the stairs. Tobias looked up at MacNair. “Why would you tell him that? You know how he is about Lady Cassandra and…any of us.”

“Better he knows what he’s about to see than be surprised.” MacNair inclined his head toward the lower floor. “You’d better ensure he doesn’t do something stupid, such as call Wexford out.”

“He wouldn’t do that,” Tobias said with a snort. Still, he followed after Lucien with alacrity. “Wait, Lucien. It’s just a dance.” Tobias caught up to him in the staircase hall, but Lucien didn’t slow.

“That’s all it better be.”

Tobias caught his friend by the arm, pulling him to a stop. “Why are you upset? Wexford is our friend, and he’s only dancing with her.”

“Dancing with someone means something, as you bloody well know, and I wasn’t jesting when I told you all to leave her alone. Don’t forget how well I know you all, and while I might have been able to tolerate her forming an attachment with you or MacNair, Wexford is completely unacceptable.”

“But he’s our friend.”

Lucien’s features darkened. “That doesn’t mean he should be dancing with my sister.” He tugged his arm from Tobias’s grasp and stalked into the ballroom.

Fiona retraced the path she and Tobias had taken from the ballroom.

However, instead of going back into the ballroom from the garden, she went to the other door she’d used with Mrs. Renshaw the week before.

The beautiful gold and ivory sitting room was being used as a ladies’ retiring room.

Once inside, she ducked behind a screen and was grateful to find the space empty.

After a short while, she emerged and conversed briefly with a pair of ladies who were resting.

Apprehension threaded through her as she left the room. What would she encounter when she reentered the ballroom? Were people already gossiping about her and how she’d disappeared from the ball for an hour? She honestly had no idea how long she’d been gone.

Taking a deep breath to fortify her anxiety, she walked into the ballroom and immediately looked for Lord Gregory. Before she could find him, Prudence bore down on her wearing an expression of what could only be described as extreme distress.

“Where have you been?” she whispered urgently, drawing Fiona away from anyone who might want to listen in on their conversation.

Fiona smiled. “Could you try to look less concerned and upset? I was, er, ill. I just came from the retiring room.” That much, at least, was true.

“You were gone a very long time after you disappeared from the ballroom following your dance with Lord Overton. Were you with him?”

“Yes.” There was no reason to lie, not to Prudence. “We are betrothed.”

Prudence grabbed her hand. “Truly?” At Fiona’s nod, she smiled broadly. Indeed, it was the happiest Fiona had ever seen her. “Then I am sorry for my behavior. Still, it was ill-advised to disappear. Your absence has been noted. You missed a dance with Mr. Arbuckle.”

“Blast. I will find him and apologize. But you must say you knew I was ill.”

“That won’t be difficult since that’s what I told him.” She arched a shoulder. “I had to say something .”

Fiona squeezed Prudence’s hand before letting it go. “Thank you. I don’t know how I would have survived these past weeks without your support. Now, I must find Lord Gregory and tell him I am in love with someone else.”

Prudence winced. “I don’t envy you. I think he’s on the other side.”

“Brilliant, thank you.”

“I’ll come with you.” Prudence linked her arm through Fiona’s. “Not when you actually speak with him, of course.”

They threaded their way to the other side of the ballroom, passing through one of the wide doorways into the men’s side.

This was where the food was located along with some seating.

Fiona saw him standing near the doors to the garden with another gentleman.

She took her arm from Prudence’s. “Wish me luck.”

“Good luck.”

Fiona considered what she might say. None of it sounded right. But was there any right way to tell someone you didn’t return their feelings? Actually, she didn’t even know his feelings. Perhaps he would be relieved. Yes, she’d hope for that to be the case.

Lord Gregory saw her when she was still several feet away. He excused himself from the other gentleman and met her. “Miss Wingate, I trust you’re having a pleasant evening.”

“I am, actually. Might we take a stroll in the garden?” It wasn’t particularly warm out, but she wanted at least a modicum of privacy and the ballroom was quite stuffy, which only added to her discomfort.

“That would be delightful.” He offered her his arm and escorted her outside.

The garden on this side was similar to the other half, except the reflecting pool was rectangular and had a large statue of Aphrodite in the center. She rose from the water as in the myth, a shell behind her feet.

“Our waltz should be soon,” Lord Gregory said as they began a circuit of the reflecting pool. The lantern light danced across the water.

Fiona saw no reason to prolong the inevitable. “You may not want to dance with me after I tell you something.”

“Well, that sounds ominous.” He stopped, turning toward her. They stood on the other side of the pool from the club.

She looked up into his warm brown eyes and felt a pang of guilt. But why should she feel guilty? She genuinely liked him, and if Tobias hadn’t fallen in love with her or she with him, Lord Gregory would be a wonderfully acceptable husband.

Acceptable did not inspire emotion. So yes, she would feel guilty.

“You are a lovely gentleman, and I’ve enjoyed our time together very much. However, I find that my heart is engaged elsewhere.”

He blinked. “I rather thought we suited.” It wasn’t a declaration of love, and she now realized she wouldn’t have been able to settle for anything less than that.

“We would have, most likely. However, I am in love with someone who makes me feel as though the world is at my feet. I want for you to make someone feel that way too.”

“But it isn’t you.” A sad smile flitted across his lips. “I admit I’m disappointed, but I must also confess that I am not in love with you either. Though I expect it was only a matter of time until that happened,” he added softly.

Fiona felt terrible. “You’re incredibly kind.”

“This other gentleman loves you in return?”

“Yes. You deserve the same.”

They continued walking around the pool. As they neared the house, a footman rushed to greet them. “My lord, a message was delivered for you requesting that you return to your father’s house at once.”

Fiona felt Lord Gregory tense and withdrew her hand from his arm. “Is everything all right?” The question was for the footman, but she looked at Lord Gregory.

“Did the missive say anything else?” Lord Gregory’s brow creased. He was clearly surprised and concerned by the summons.

“I’m afraid not.” The footman bowed, then retreated to the house.

Lord Gregory turned to her. “Forgive me, I must go. Not that we were still going to waltz.” His mouth curled into a half smile.

She touched his sleeve. “I would have been honored to waltz with you. I will pray that everything is well at your father’s house.”

“Thank you. Good night, Miss Wingate.” He turned and went into the ballroom.

Fiona started forward as Mrs. Renshaw came out to intercept her. “Good evening, Miss Wingate. I see the footman found Lord Gregory. I received the message for him. I do hope there is nothing too troublesome.”

“He seemed unaware of whatever prompted the request. I shall be thinking of him and his family.” She dearly hoped it wasn’t bad news, particularly after she’d just disappointed him.

“You look rather concerned,” Mrs. Renshaw observed. “Dare I assume the two of you share an attachment?”

Fiona blinked and shook her head. “Ah, no. As it happens, I had just told him that my affections are toward another gentleman.”

“Oh!” Mrs. Renshaw put her hand to her mouth briefly. “You mustn’t feel guilty. You had no idea he would receive that note.”

“While that is true, I still regret the sequence of events.” If she’d just taken a few minutes longer to find him…

But then she may not have had the chance to tell him face to face that she was no longer interested in pursuing a courtship, and he’d deserved that consideration.

“It had to be done, however, for I am in love with someone else and we’re to be married.

” She bit her lip. “Perhaps I should not have said that. We have not discussed when we will make this announcement.”

“Is it who I hope it is?”

Fiona blushed. “If you’re referring to the man I kissed in the garden last week, then yes.”

Mrs. Renshaw’s eyes sparkled with glee. “Splendid!”