Anne Perry s Christmas Mysteries Page 0,46

know all the women in the village and everything about them. He didn't mention her," she added, biting her lip and looking straight into his eyes. "But I promise I shall behave perfectly. I will find her delightful and extremely competent, I swear. Even if she is a blithering idiot with a tongue like a dose of vinegar! I really do promise."

He stood up. "Just don't expect me to be there. I couldn't keep a straight face!" he warned, touching her cheek so lightly she barely felt it. "Don't change too much. I wouldn't care to be Archbishop of Canterbury if I had to lose the person you are in order to do it!"

"Oh, if you were Archbishop of Canterbury," she said cheerfully, "I would probably say whatever I pleased! Everyone would be far too in awe of you to criticize me."

He rolled his eyes and went out to meet their guest.

She went into the kitchen happily. To be loved for herself, with all her dreams and vulnerabilities, the mistakes and the virtues, was the highest prize in life, and she knew that.

When she returned with the tray of tea and biscuits, she found both men seated by the fire talking. They rose immediately. Dominic took the tray from her and set it down. They exchanged the usual pleasantries. She poured and passed Connaught his cup, then Dominic.

"Sir Peter has been telling me a little about the village," Dominic said, catching her eye. "His family has been here for centuries."

She felt herself blush. She had not known his title and had called him Mister when she had asked him in. She wondered if he was offended. Normally she would not have cared, but all this mattered so much. She was not impressed with people's ancestors, but this was not the time to say so. She composed her face into an expression of interest. "Really? How fortunate you are to have deep roots in such a lovely place."

"Yes," he agreed quickly. "It gives me a great sense of belonging. And like all privileges, it carries certain obligations. But I believe they are a pleasure also. I was very sad when I learned the Reverend Wynter was taking his holiday over Christmas, but now that we have you here, I am sure it will be as excellent as always. Christmas is a great time for healing rifts, forgiving mistakes, and welcoming wanderers home."

"How very well you express it," Dominic responded. "Is that what the Reverend Wynter has said in the past, or your own feeling?"

Sir Peter looked slightly surprised, even momentarily disconcerted. "My own. Why do you ask?"

"I thought it so well phrased, I might ask you if I could use it," Dominic replied candidly. "I would like to say something truly appropriate in my Watch Night sermon, which has to be as short as possible, yet still have meaning. But I cannot prepare it until I have at least a slight acquaintance with the village and the people."

Sir Peter leaned forward a little, a very slight crease between his dark brows. "Did the Reverend Wynter not tell you at least a little about us, collectively and individually?"

Watching him, Clarice had the sudden certainty that the answer mattered to him far more than he wished them to know. There was a tension in the lines of his body, and the knuckles of his beautiful hands were white on his lap.

Dominic appeared not to have noticed. "Unfortunately I never met him," he answered. "The request came to me through the bishop. I gather the Reverend Wynter's decision to take a holiday was made very quickly."

"I see." Sir Peter leaned back again and picked up his tea. "That is a trifle awkward for you. Whatever I can do I shall be more than happy to. Call upon me at any time. Perhaps you will dine with me at the hall one evening, when you are settled in?" He looked at Clarice. "I regret my hospitality will offer you no female company, since my mother has passed away, and I am not married, but I promise to show you much that is of interest if you care for history, art, or architecture. I can tell you stories of all manner of people good and evil, tragic and amusing, belonging to this village down the ages."

She did not have to pretend interest. "I think that would be infinitely more enjoyable than any feminine gossip I can imagine," she replied. "And I will most certainly come."

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