Autumn's Wild Heart (Seasons #4) - Laura Landon Page 0,29
that they hadn’t seen all of Colworth Abbey. This will give me the opportunity to show off my estate when we take the south road over to the factory.”
“Oh, good,” she said. “Then, the next evening I thought we might dance.”
James drew them to a stop, looked up at the moon, and smiled. “Wait a moment. You’ve told me repeatedly we don’t dance.”
“Well, that’s true. We don’t dance. But you do, and so do the rest. I’ll play, you’ll dance. With Rosamonde and Patricia.”
“So who’s going to play for you to dance?”
“Nobody,” Nella smiled. “Because I can’t dance.”
He stepped in front of her, knowing disbelief was written all over his face. “What?”
“It’s sad but true, husband. I cannot dance.”
“Now wait a moment, wife. You paint like a professional artist. You play the piano as well as anyone I’ve ever heard. In fact, you play for the Queen. You organize events as if you’ve done it your entire life. And you have a personality that makes people feel comfortable after just meeting you. So please be so kind as to explain why it is that you cannot dance? I thought every young lady was taught to dance from the time they could walk. Isn’t that the first thing you are taught, along with embroidery and painting and playing the piano?”
“Most females are, I’m sure. But I was the oldest of Father’s four daughters. Mother had already passed away, and Father didn’t have much time to devote to our social lives. Instead, he hired a dance instructor to teach us, but he didn’t see the necessity of putting out money to pay for an accompanist when I could fill the roll. So, I was recruited as the accompanist. I played the piano and my sisters learned to dance. I suppose he thought I would learn by watching, but it didn’t seem to work.”
“Oh hallelujah! I’m ecstatic there is something I can actually do for you, then. Something which I will happily undertake. I will hire a dance instructor and an accompanist and you will learn to dance. Or better yet,” he said without thinking, “we will go to London for the Season and attend every ball. We will dance every dance together and you will—”
The full moon came from behind a cloud and he saw the color leave her face.
“No. We will not.”
“I’m sorry, Nella. I didn’t think. I…forgot.”
She was silent for several moments, then said, “We should continue. The others are getting far ahead of us.”
“Yes, they are.” He looped her arm through his. “Come. We’ll catch them up soon enough.”
Nella walked down the path as if she was racing to run away from his remarks.
James regretted his comments. After his experience in London two weeks ago, he would never put Nella through the humiliation. How could he have made such a ridiculous suggestion? He was a complete cad.
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Nella woke the next morning and raced across the room. She reached the washstand bowl just in time to cast up the contents of her stomach. Wary lest it happen again, she clutched her middle and went back to lie down. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to get up, but whatever sickness had struck her left after an hour or so and she felt altogether better.
She was glad. She’d so looked forward to touring the estate. There were several places she’d not yet seen.
She dressed, then went down to break her fast.
Everyone had already eaten and had gone to the library to relax before it was time to leave the house.
“Are you all right?” her husband asked when he entered the room and looked at her.
“Yes, of course. I’m fine.”
“You seem pale. And there are dark circles beneath your eyes.”
“I…um…didn’t sleep well last night. That’s all.”
“All the stress of the last two weeks is wearing on you, I dare say.”
“No, I’m fine. Truly.”
“Well, sit down and have some breakfast.”
James led her to the table, then went to the sideboard and started to fill a plate.
“I’ll just have some toast,” she said. The thought of eating any more turned her stomach.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I’m sure.”
“Perhaps you’d like to go up to your room and rest until it’s time to leave.”
The thought of doing just that was most desirable, but she couldn’t. She had guests to see to, and her husband would only think her weak if she neglected her company.
James put his hand to her forehead then removed it. “You’re not overly warm, Nella.”
“Of course not. I’m not ill.”
“Very well.” He leaned down