also looked astonished at first, though now she was beaming at him, her hands clasped to her bosom.
“Everyone has long assumed you are dead,” Sir Trevor said bluntly. “It is about to be made official. But bless my soul, here you are, looking very much alive. Where the devil have you been hiding all these years? Ah, I beg your pardon, my dear. It seemed after the death of Lyndale and his son that you had fallen off the face of the earth. No one has been able to find any trace of you.”
“I have been in America, sir,” Gabriel told him.
“America. As bold as can be,” Sir Trevor said, shaking his head slowly. “Yet no one found you there. You are going by your mother’s name, you say? I suppose no one thought to search America for a Gabriel Thorne. But whyever would you do a thing like that?”
“My name has been legally changed,” Gabriel told him, and explained how it had come about. He did not say that he had been using the name even before Cyrus adopted him and even on his passage to America.
“Good God,” Sir Trevor said, suddenly struck by a thought. “Young Rochford has recently arrived in town—the son of the man who is expecting to be the Earl of Lyndale by the end of the summer. Manley Rochford, is it? Or Manford? No, Manley. His son is busy introducing himself to society as the prospective heir, and it is my understanding that society is opening its arms to him. I believe he is a personable young man. The father is expected to join him here soon. I understand grand celebrations are being planned for later in the Season, are they not, Doris?”
“Indeed they are,” his wife said, “premature as it may seem. I have not met Mr. Anthony Rochford yet, but he is said to be very handsome and charming. He is being invited everywhere. But, goodness me, Mr.—My lord—Oh, may I call you Gabriel since I remember you well as a small boy? Goodness me, that young man is about to have the shock of his life. He is going to be overjoyed when he discovers that you are alive after all.”
Gabriel very much doubted it. So, from the look on his face, did Sir Trevor. Well, but this was interesting. Manley Rochford’s son was actually in London, and he was waiting for the arrival of his father and getting ready to celebrate his accession as the new Earl of Lyndale? He should, Gabriel supposed, save them some embarrassment, not to mention expense, and take steps without further delay to disabuse them of that notion and make his identity generally known. But he had hoped first to discover for himself if the prospective new earl and his heir were as bad as Mary had made them out to be. Not that Mary was prone to either exaggeration or spite.
“I would rather he not be told,” he said. “For a short while, at least.”
They both looked at him in surprise.
“But—” Sir Trevor began.
Gabriel held up a hand. “If the mere arrival of my cousin in town is causing a stir,” he said, “one can only imagine what my sudden appearance here will cause, as though I had risen from the dead. Have mercy on me, sir, ma’am. I have only recently arrived from America, where I have spent the past thirteen years. I am already bewildered at the strangeness of being here. I need some time to find my land legs.”
And perhaps . . . Well, was there a chance, however remote, that what Mary had told him really was distorted, exaggerated, a bit biased? Could even the Manley he remembered be cruel enough to evict her from her precious cottage when she had nowhere else to go? Her nieces, her sister’s children, had never had anything to do with her, as far as Gabriel remembered. Now it seemed he had an unexpected opportunity to observe Anthony Rochford for himself, the young man who had supposedly been throwing his weight about and making himself obnoxious at Brierley. A charming, personable young man, according to what Sir Trevor and Lady Vickers had heard. Was it possible that before winter came on he would be able to return home to Boston and forget about this whole unwanted distraction?
He was very willing to grasp at any frail straws.
“I do, however,” he added, “need some entrée into society. It seems unlikely the ton would afford even a