Mother’s name.”
“That is strange,” Lucas replied woodenly. He cleared his throat and forced himself to broach a subject he dreaded. “What were you doing outside Lord Kendall’s room?”
Her eyes gleamed. “Waiting for him, of course. Sir Reginald told me they had a meeting yesterday afternoon. I wanted to talk to him about the Employment Bill.”
Lucas couldn’t let on that he knew she’d sent him a note. Instead he asked, “Did you speak to him…Lord Kendall?”
She shook her head. “No, after I got to Mother’s room and realized she was all right, it was time to begin dressing for dinner. I thought better of returning to Lord Kendall’s door.”
“I think that’s wise,” Lucas said. “You don’t plan to return then?”
“No. I sent him a note asking him to meet with me.”
“You what?” He did his best to summon the appropriate amount of outrage.
“I know it’s inappropriate.” She tugged at her bottom lip with her teeth. “But I signed the note with my initials so he wouldn’t know I’m a woman.”
Lucas did his best to give her a stern stare. “What do you intend to do when you meet with him? Disguise yourself as a man?”
Another gleam came into her eyes. She sat up straighter in her chair. “You know, that’s not a half-bad idea.”
“I was only jesting,” he hastened to add.
She laughed. “Of course you were, but if I thought it would help me gain a meeting with him, I just might try it.”
Guilt was now a song singing loudly through every vein in Lucas’s body. He may not have had answers to half a dozen questions at the moment, but he knew one thing as certain as he knew that eight bells meant the end of a four-hour watch: he needed to stop this madness as soon as possible.
He’d already decided that he was through with this game. He had one more day to answer Sir Reginald. The only reason he hadn’t told the man to go toss himself yesterday was because he hadn’t trusted his own temper at the time. He also wanted his friends’ counsel as to how to best handle the knight’s request. As soon as he answered Sir Reginald, Lucas intended to leave the house party.
It would be cruel to disappear without saying good-bye to Frances, however. He would speak to her one last time in the library tomorrow morning. He’d make up some excuse for why he had to go. What did one final lie even matter? He would say good-bye to her and then he’d leave this damnable house party, forfeit the bet, and let Worth and Bell compete for the win. He wished he’d never agreed to the blasted bet in the first place. He certainly never would have had he known the depth of dishonesty he would be forced to sink to.
Lucas had wrestled all night with whether to tell Frances the truth now or leave and tell her later. He could either tell her the truth and watch her feelings for him fade beneath the lies, or he could leave with a beautiful memory of a beautiful lady…and hope he never encountered her and whoever was lucky enough to be her future husband about town. Damn it. Both choices were wrong to some extent. He would cause her pain, one way or the other.
He glanced at the clock. It was time to go, for now at least. If he stayed here with her any longer, he would only make things worse. He would only add to the pack of lies he would have to account for in future. If he stayed, he would only…want to kiss her again. And that would be unfair, to both of them.
“I have to go now, Frances,” he managed to say. “I…have some additional chores to attend to.” As excuses went it was particularly lame, but under the circumstances he thought it best not to invent any more elaborate stories.
Even though she nodded, he could see the disappointment in her eyes. “Of course,” she said. “Will you meet me here tomorrow?”
“I…yes, I will. Tomorrow.” His voice sounded melancholy, hoarse. He would do at least that much for her, promise to see her one last time. Say good-bye.
“Lucas, are you all right?” She bent her head to look at him. He was staring unseeing at the tabletop.
He lifted his gaze to hers. “Will you promise me you won’t go looking for Lord Kendall again?”
Her sharp intake of breath made him look up. “No, Lucas. I cannot promise