This exclamation reached the passionately embracing couple, and the three young people watched, transfixed, as Lady Cairnyllan and Sir Thomas Bentham disentangled themselves. Alicia had some trouble retaining her composure; it was so ridiculous that the MacClains should come upon their mother in such a position—like a French farce. Marianne seemed inclined to the same attitude, though she was of course more startled and embarrassed.
Cairnyllan, however, was flushed with outrage. Despite the gradual softening of his opinions in the last few weeks, he still thought of his mother as above such vagaries as human passion. Finding her in the arms of a—to him—total stranger could lead him to only one conclusion. “Villain!” he cried. “Blackguard! Release my mother at once.”
“Lower your voice, Ian!” retorted Lady Cairnyllan. “Do you want to bring half the ton down upon us?”
His flush deepening alarmingly, Cairnyllan pressed his lips together. Sir Thomas did not move away. On the contrary, he put an arm around Lady Cairnyllan’s waist as if to support her.
“Mama! And you have lectured me for being fast.” Marianne’s voice trembled with a combination of laughter and uncertainty. It really was very odd to see her mother being embraced by a stranger. She had never seen even her own father do so.
“Thomas and I have reached an understanding,” answered Lady Cairnyllan. “I would have…”
“You sanction the attentions of this…” Cairnyllan appeared unable to find a label emphatic enough. “Do you actually tell me you willingly engaged in this libertine display? There is a ballroom full of people just beyond that curtain, Mother. Someone might have come in at any moment. Indeed, someone did come in! You have exhibited your lack of moral principles to Lady Alicia as well as your own children!” His irritation seemed to be increasing rather than diminishing. “Must you stand in that man’s embrace?” he finished.
Lady Cairnyllan looked a little daunted, and Alicia felt sorry for her. She had been unwise, perhaps, in giving way to her feelings in such a public place, but she did not deserve this tirade.
Sir Thomas apparently agreed. “Take a damper, young man,” he said, in a deep, melodious voice. “How dare you speak to your mother so?”
“I speak as she deserves, if she chooses to behave like a wanton. And as for you, sir…”
Hearing dangerous overtones in his voice, and also feeling his unfairness, all three women broke into speech at once.
“Ian, stop being a beast,” said Marianne.
“I think, Lord Cairnyllan, that you are making too much of this scene,” suggested Alicia.
“Oh, Ian, do be reasonable,” begged Lady Cairnyllan.
They succeeded only in drowning one another out, and Cairnyllan and Sir Thomas continued to glare.
“As for me,” said Sir Thomas then, “I have done nothing wrong. I merely strove to engage the affections of the woman I have loved since I was a stripling. And I have been fortunate enough to receive a second chance, after I behaved like an absolute fool thirty years ago.” He smiled down at Lady Cairnyllan, who responded timidly. “I ask no more of life.”
Alicia found this very affecting. “Don’t you see, Lord Cairnyllan, that this is the most romantic and natural—”
“I don’t care for your opinion,” he snapped. He was feeling confused, and in the turmoil of his mind he once again relegated Alicia to the ranks of corrupt Londoners. Though some part of him murmured that he was acting like an idiot, the convictions of years overrode it. His mother and sister were to be protected from the anguish and abuse he had witnessed from his earliest youth. He had observed only one man in the character of husband and lover—his father—and he had never trusted the role since. A flood of old memories dispersed the last of his common sense. “If you do not take your hands off my mother, sir,” he said between clenched teeth, “I shall make you.”
Lady Cairnyllan grasped Sir Thomas’s hand where it lay on her waist. “Ian!” Sir Thomas smiled confidently.
Cairnyllan surged forward, Marianne hanging on his coattails to stop him. He grabbed Sir Thomas’s upper arm and flung him away, then hit him across the face with the back of his hand.
“Ian!” shrieked both of the MacClain women, forgetting the crowd outside. Alicia put a hand to her mouth and tried to think what to do.
Sir Thomas stood very still, his lips set in hard lines, his gray eyes icy. “You badly need a lesson in manners, you young whelp.”
“And you intend to give it me?” replied Cairnyllan contemptuously.
“I do. My seconds will…”
“Thomas!” pleaded Lady Cairnyllan. Marianne began hitting her brother’s broad back with her fist.
Sir Thomas paused, and considered. His expression remained bleak, but finally he shook his head. “You are right, Mary. I won’t challenge him. But it is only for your sake.” Lady Cairnyllan threw herself on his chest.
“Then I challenge you!” cried Cairnyllan. “Coward as well as blackguard.”
Sir Thomas paled with the effort of remaining silent, but he did so.
“For God’s sake, be quiet,” said Alicia. It was the third time she had offered this advice, but the previous two attempts had been drowned out by the dispute. It was, however, too late. Even as she spoke, three young men poked their heads through the draperies, excited and curious.
“Did I hear a challenge?” asked one.
“It was,” insisted another. “Plain as anything. Who’s to fight?” He looked from Cairnyllan to Sir Thomas eagerly.
The intrusion of strangers subdued even Cairnyllan, however, and he replied simply, “Get out of here. This is a private matter.” His voice was savage.
The newcomers blinked, then retreated, but Alicia knew that they would waste no time in spreading the story throughout the ton, with whatever wild embellishments occurred to them. “Oh, why would you not be quiet,” she moaned.
“It was Ian who made all the noise,” accused Marianne. “You are always such an idiot, Ian.”
“And completely beyond the line,” added Lady Cairnyllan. “You had no right to speak so, to me or Sir Thomas. I insist you apologize at once.”
“Really, you are making a great fuss over nothing,” said Alicia.
“Not nothing,” claimed Sir Thomas, “but certainly an unwarranted fuss.”
Attacked thus from all sides, and conscious that he had brought down the gossips on his own family, a thing he had always cautioned them against, Ian could not be rational. “My seconds will call on you,” he told Sir Thomas. And before any of them could object, he strode from the room.
Marianne made an exasperated noise. “He is the most pig-headed, conceited, unbearable…”
Lady Cairnyllan gazed worriedly up at Sir Thomas. “You will refuse to meet him, of course?”
He frowned. “I…it is a deuced tangle. They will say I was afraid of a younger man.”
“Who never should have challenged you in the first place,” interrupted Alicia, who was growing angry. “He had no cause whatever, and so I shall tell everyone. Moreover, I shall tell him!” She followed Cairnyllan from the room.
“Oh dear,” murmured Lady Cairnyllan.
“Never mind.” Sir Thomas patted her hand. “I will refuse him. It was galling for a moment, but I can face down worse than that for you.”
The lovers exchanged a tender glance. Marianne sighed.
“Your mother and I are going to be married, you know,” added Sir Thomas, eyeing her sternly. He was not in a mood to tolerate opposition from any MacClain.
“I thought perhaps you were,” replied Marianne. “I wish you very happy.” Stepping forward, she embraced her mother. “I was only a little startled at first.”
“Well, of course we meant to tell you in a suitable setting,” said Lady Cairnyllan, slightly flustered. “It was just tonight that we settled things between us.”
“Ah.” Marianne grinned. “That was the reason for the way we found you, I suppose?”
Her mother flushed and looked down, but Sir Thomas smiled. “I think we shall get on very well, at any rate.” He held out a hand.
Marianne shook it. “I’m sure we shall.”
Alicia caught up with Cairnyllan in the front hall where he was waiting impatiently for his hat and cloak. In the short time since he had left the others he had partly regained his composure, but her appearance destroyed it once more. Her presence at the preceding scene had made it a great deal worse for him. He told himself that this was because she was an outsider, and a fixture of London society who might spread the tale. What he did not fully admit even internally was that he felt exposed and embarrassed. How often had he criticized her for behavior much less shocking than that his own mother had exhibited. The destruction of his most cherished prejudices had been witnessed by a victim of them, and a woman whose good opinion he was coming to value above all others, though he had not yet consciously acknowledged the change. It was intolerable. Cairnyllan felt like smashing things. He wished bitterly for his home and the wide empty moors. If he could gallop alone for the rest of the night, a half moon lending just enough light to see the dirt track, his mount’s breath frosty in the predawn chill…but he was trapped in London instead. Turning his back on Alicia, he strode impatiently after the footman who had gone to fetch his things.
“Lord Cairnyllan!” said Alicia, whose annoyance was not lessened by this rudeness.
“What is it?”
“I wish to speak to you.”
“I’m sorry. I am just leaving. If that numbskull of a servant will only bring my hat.”
“Well, if he does not, you can challenge him.” Alicia’s voice dripped sarcasm. She walked around to face him. “It would be nearly as sensible as your recent actions.”
“That is none of your affair.”
Alicia’s blue eyes flamed. The fact that he was right merely increased her anger. She had a right to intervene, she told herself, because of her liking for Marianne and Lady Cairnyllan. Their obstinate relative must be set right so that they did not have to endure such outbursts. That she herself had been the victim of several, and that they had hurt her, Alicia did not consider. “What exactly do you plan to do?” she asked, ignoring his objection.
The footman returned, and Cairnyllan silently put on his things. When he strode to the door without speaking, Alicia followed.
“What do you think you are doing?” asked the earl.
“I am coming with you. I do not mean to end this conversation until you understand your folly.”
He slammed the door and faced her on the pavement before the house. “How dare you use such language to me?”
“You are acting like a fool. It is not my choice of words.” They glared at one another. “What do you mean to do?” she asked again.
He turned and started off along the street; Alicia had to half run to keep up with his long strides. “Who will act as your seconds, if you persist in this folly?” she continued. “You have no close friends in London. And no one will wish to serve in a quarrel so absurd.”
“I don’t call it absurd,” he snapped, evading the very real issues she brought up.
“That is because you are acting like an idiot.”
“My mother’s honor…” he began.
“Honor! You have dragged her name through the mud. If you had behaved like a sensible man, the gossips would not even now be speculating about her and Sir Thomas. Indeed, about your whole family. Don’t prate to me of honor. Would an honorable man make arrangements to shoot a gentleman more than thirty years his senior?” Her voice was taunting, and she was so angry with him that she did not even notice the discomfort of cobbles under her thin evening slippers or the chill around her arms and throat.
Cairnyllan clenched his fists. He could not answer her. He knew she was right—in this, at least—and he could not defend his rash challenge. Yet neither was he ready to withdraw it. He was a mass of confused emotions.
“The MacClains will be the laughingstock of London,” added Alicia, thinking to convince him.
This merely added to the flame. “Will we?” he snorted. “That would indeed be a disaster. We have such respect for London’s opinion.”
“You have none. But what of your mother and sister? Do you believe you can speak for them? Are you truly so arrogant that you think your conclusions must automatically be theirs? Or are their thoughts and feelings of no interest to you?” This question seemed vitally important to Alicia, though if given time to think she might have wondered at her burning solicitude for the female MacClains.
Cairnyllan saw plainly that he had put himself in an impossible position. But the weakness of his arguments did not alter his determination. Quite the opposite. That Alicia should not only reproach him, but be right, increased his rage tenfold. His face grim, he hailed a passing hackney cab. “I shall call on Sir Thomas tomorrow morning,” he stated as he got in. “And I shall thank you to stay clear of my affairs.” With a signal to the driver, he slammed the door and set off, leaving Alicia alone in the street.
On the chilly walk back to the ball, Alicia rehearsed the scene just past and cursed her ineptitude. She had allowed her temper to speak for her and of course done no good. If only she were given another chance, surely…this train of thought led to an idea that made her expression extremely thoughtful as she re-entered the crowded ballroom.