The vicar pronounced them man and wife, and sealed the marriage with the blessings of God. They signed the church register and affixed their names to a marriage certificate and special license. With one last stroke of the pen, Lily gave a trembling sigh, knowing it was done. There was a sound at the back of the church as an elderly couple entered, some of the vicar’s parishioners. Excusing himself, the vicar went to talk to the pair, leaving Alex and Lily alone in front of the heavy register book. They looked down at their two names and the date inscribed below. Lily glanced at her ring, twisting it around her finger. The ruby, and the duster of diamonds that surrounded it, was almost too large for her small hand.
“It belonged to my mother,” Alex said gruffly.
“It’s beautiful,” Lily replied, raising her eyes to his. “Did you ever…did Caroline…”
“No,” he said swiftly. “She never even saw it.” He touched her hand. “I wouldn’t ask you to wear something tainted with memories of another woman.”
“Thank you.” Lily couldn’t prevent a shy, pleased smile.
His hand tightened on hers until it almost hurt. “I did care for Caroline. Had she lived, I would have married her, and…I believe we would have been content.”
“Of course you would have,” Lily murmured, puzzled by the short speech.
“But with you it’s different…” Alex stopped and cleared his throat awkwardly.
Breathlessly Lily waited for him to continue, feeling as if she were poised at the brink of a dizzying height. “What do you mean, different?” She stared at his golden face, wreathed in shadows and candlelight. “Different in what way?”
But the vicar interrupted them just then, returning from his brief conversation with the elderly couple. “Lord and Lady Raiford. I have a matter to attend to. Counsel to offer to some parishioners—”
“Yes, of course,” Alex said smoothly. “Thank you.”
The shock of being addressed as Lady Raiford caused Lily to forget her question. Dutifully she said good-bye to the vicar as she walked to the door with Alex. “I’m a countess,” she said, and gave an incredulous laugh once they had left the church. She stared up at Alex’s amused expression. “Do you think my mother will be pleased?”
“She’ll faint,” Alex replied, helping her into the phaeton, “and then she’ll ask for a cup of strong tea.” He grinned as he saw her reach for the reins. “Don’t touch those, Lady Raiford. I’ll be the one to drive us home.”
At Lily’s request, Alex took her to the bank of Forbes, Bertram, and Company, and withdrew five thousand pounds from the venerable institution. Lily was surprised that Alex didn’t bully her with questions about her obligation. She knew he assumed it was a gambling debt. Perhaps he thought she owed the money to Derek. “Will it be enough?” was all he asked, pulling her to a private corner as his banker headed toward the vaults and security boxes in the next room.
Lily nodded with a guilty blush. “Yes, thank you. I’ll need to take care of some things this afternoon.” She hesitated almost imperceptibly. “I would prefer to do them by myself.”
Alex looked at her a long time, his face impassive. “Are you going to see Craven?”
Lily was tempted to lie to him, but she nodded. “I want Derek to be the first to know about the marriage. He deserves that much from me. Oh, I know it’s obvious he has no morals or scruples, but in his own peculiar way he’s been kind to me, and for some reason I think he would be hurt if I didn’t explain this to him.”
“Don’t explain too much,” Alex advised. “That would be just as hurtful.” At her bewildered expression, he smiled without amusement. “Are you really so unaware of how he feels about you?”
“No, no,” she said in a rush, “you don’t understand how it is with Derek and me—”
“Oh, I understand.” He looked at her speculatively. “So it’s necessary that you go out alone this afternoon.”
Already it had begun, the strangeness of accounting to someone for her activities. Lily hoped he wouldn’t make it necessary for her to lie to him. “And perhaps the early part of the evening.”
“I want you to take a groom and a pair of outriders with the carriage.”
“Certainly,” she said with an agreeable smile. She wouldn’t mind riding to Craven’s in a closed carriage and a whole army of outriders. But she would have to be unaccompanied for her meeting with Giuseppe in Covent Garden. She would simply borrow one of Derek’s mounts and sneak away alone.
Alex looked torn between pleasure and suspicion at her easy acceptance of his request. “While you’re gone,” he said, “I’m going to call on Lord and Lady Lyon.”
“Your aunt and uncle?” Lily guessed, having heard her mother mention the names before.
He nodded ruefully. “My aunt is well respected, and experienced in matters requiring extreme diplomacy.”
“You think she’ll be able to help us avoid the appearance of scandal? After our card game at Craven’s and the scene last night and Penny’s sudden elopement and our hasty marriage?” She made a comical face. “Don’t you think the damage has already been done, my lord?”
“She’ll consider it a challenge.”
“A disaster, more likely,” Lily said, suddenly tickled by the idea of a society matron trying to delicately smooth over their brazen antics. Her flurry of giggles caused a multitude of offended gazes to turn to them as the sober-faced clerks and clients noticed the undignified behavior of the couple standing next to the gray marble column.
“Hush,” Alex said, though a grin flicked across his face. “Behave yourself. Every time we’re in public together, we cause a scene.”
“I’ve been doing it on my own for years,” Lily said airily. “But you’re concerned for your reputation, I see. Eventually you’ll be reduced to begging me not to make scenes—”
She started with astonishment as Alex bent and kissed her right in front of the assembled crowd at the bank. The somber room resounded with quiet exclamations of disapproval and gasps of amazement. Pushing at the heavy muscles of her husband’s chest, Lily strained to escape him, feeling herself turn hot with mortified dismay. He persisted until she forgot where they were, and she gave a shiver of pleasure. Then he lifted his head and smiled down at her, his eyes glinting with challenge and enjoyment. Flustered, Lily stared at him, and suddenly she laughed in admiring surprise. “Touché,” she said, raising her hands to her flushed cheeks.
Lily found Derek in one of the private rooms at the gambling palace. He had pushed two tables together and piled them high with account books, bank drafts, promissory notes, and money—piles of coins and thick wads of bills tied with white string. In the past Lily had observed him count money with dazzling speed, his thin dark fingers rifling through notes until they were a blur. But he seemed strangely clumsy today, combing through his profits with exaggerated care. As she approached the tables, Lily caught the bittersweet smell of gin. She saw a glass of it on the table, surrounded by splashes that would ruin the fine wood. She regarded Derek in surprise. It was unlike him to drink heavily, and especially gin, the liquor of the poverty-stricken. He hated gin. It reminded him of his past.
“Derek,” she said quietly.
He raised his head, his green eyes traveling over the yellow gown and the heightened color of her cheeks. He looked like a jaded young sultan. The hard bitterness of his face was especially pronounced today. Lily thought objectively that he might have lost a little weight. The edges of his cheekbones were as sharp as knife blades. And he was strangely untidy. His cravat was undone, and his black hair spilled over his forehead.
“Worthy hasn’t been looking after you,” Lily said. “Just a minute, I’m going to the kitchen to have them send up someth—”
“I’m not hungry,” he interrupted, pronouncing his h with mocking care. “Don’t bother. I told you I’m busy.”
“But I came to tell you something.”
“I don’t have time to talk.”
“But Derek—”
“No—”
“I married him,” Lily said bluntly. She hadn’t meant to blurt it out so suddenly. She gave a sheepish, self-conscious laugh. “I married Lord Raiford this morning.”
Derek’s face went blank. He was very quiet, taking his time about finishing his drink. His fingers exerted unnecessary pressure on the glass. His face was unreadable as he spoke in a flat voice. “Did you tell ’im about Nicole?”
Lily’s smile vanished. “No.”
“What do you expect ow ’im when ’e finds out you ’as a bastard daughter?”
She lowered her head. “I expect he’ll seek an annulment or divorce. I wouldn’t blame him for hating me when he discovers how I’ve deceived him. Derek, don’t be angry. I know it seems a foolish thing for me to have done, but really it makes sense—”
“I’m not angry.”
“With Alex’s wealth, I’ll be able to bargain with Giuseppe—” She gasped with surprise as Derek moved suddenly, scooping up a handful of coins and scattering them at her feet. Frozen amid the gleaming puddle of coins, she stared at him with wide eyes.
“You didn’t do it for that,” he said, his voice gentle and cool. “It wasn’t for money. Tell me the truf, gypsy—it’s all we’ve ewer ’ad, you an’ me.”
“The truth is that I want my daughter back,” she said defensively. “That’s the only reason I married him.”
He raised an unsteady hand and pointed to the door. “If you wants to lie to me, then leave my club.”
Lily looked down at her feet and swallowed hard. “All right,” she mumbled. “I’ll admit it. I care for him. Is that what you want me to say?”
Derek nodded, seeming to calm down. “Yes.”
“He’s good for me,” Lily continued with difficulty, twisting her hands together. “I didn’t believe someone like him could exist, a man without a trace of malice or dishonor. He says he doesn’t want to change me. When I’m with him, there are moments when I know what it’s like to be happy. I’ve never known such a feeling before. Is it wrong to want that, even for a little while?”
“No,” he said softly.
“You and I can still be friends, can’t we?”
He nodded. Lily sighed and smiled in relief.
Derek’s face was strangely blank. “I ’as to say somefing. You—” He stopped and made a careful effort to speak in the way that pleased her. “You needs—need—a man like Raiford, and you’ll be a bloody fool if you loses him. The life you’ve been at would of brought you low gypsy. It was making you hard. He’ll keep you respectable, and take care of you. Don’t tell him about your bastard babe. There may be no need.”
“He’ll have to know eventually, when I find Nicole.”
“You may newer—never—find her.”
Anger flared in her eyes. “Yes, I will. Don’t be petty and horrid, Derek, just because I’ve done something that’s displeased you.”
“It’s been two years.” The quiet urgency of his voice unnerved her more than mockery would have. “Not me or your bloody Learie man ’as been able to find her, and I’ve had my people look in ewery flash-house and gin shop, question ewery fence in Fleet Market and Covent Garden…” He paused as he saw the color drain from her face, and then he continued resolutely. “I’ve had them look in prisons, inn yards, workhouses, at the docks…she was dead or sold away from London, gypsy, a long time ago. Or…” His jaw tensed. “It’s too late to save ’er from what she’s become. I know what they do to chiwdren, things they make them do…I know, gypsy, because…some ow it was done to me. You’d rather ’ave ’er dead.” The cold green of his eyes seemed to glitter with the remnant of some long-ago torment.
“Why are you doing this?” Lily asked hoarsely. “Why are you saying this to me?”
“You deserves a fair chance wi’ Raiford. You ’as to leave your past behind, or it will bring the future tumbling down around you.”
“You’re wrong,” she said in a thin, shivering voice. “Nicole is still alive. She’s somewhere in the city. Don’t you think I would know if she were dead? I would feel it, something inside would tell me…you’re wrong!”
“Gypsy—”
“I won’t discuss it anymore. Not another word, Derek, or our friendship is over for good. I’m going to get my daughter back, and someday I’ll watch in pleasure as you eat your words. Now, I’d like to borrow a horse from you, just for an hour or two.”
“You’re going to give that Italian bastard the five thousand,” Derek said grimly. “I should follow you an’ kill ’im.”
“No. You know that if anything happens to him, my only chance of finding Nicole will be gone.”
He nodded with a sullen scowl. “Worvy will arrange for the horse. An’ after this, I ’ope to God Raiford can find a way to keep you ’ome at nights.”
Lily reached the meeting place at twilight. A light rain had begun to fall, temporarily washing away the smell of garbage, rotten food, and manure that always permeated Covent Garden. She was surprised to see that Giuseppe was already there. Approaching Giuseppe slowly, she noticed that his usual cocksure manner was absent. There was an edginess to his posture. The dark, well-cut clothes he wore seemed shabby. She wondered why, with all the money she had given him, he had not invested in new garments. As he saw her, his swarthy face turned eager.
“Hai il denaro?”
“Sì, l’ho,” Lily answered, but instead of placing the satchel in his outstretched hands she held it to her midriff, her arms wrapped around it.
His full-lipped mouth curved downward as he surveyed the wet darkness. The rain had quickly dissipated into a cool mist. “Come piove,” he remarked sullenly. “Always the rain, always the gray sky. I loathe this England!”
“Why don’t you leave?” Lily asked, staring at him without blinking.
Giuseppe shrugged moodily. “The choice is not mine. I stay because they want me ’ere.” He shrugged. “È così.”