Honoria looked up. Frowning, she searched his eyes. He knew-how could he not? Why, then…? A chill touched her soul-she shivered and looked away.
"Come." Devil took her arm; Honoria let him hand her to a pew. He sat beside her; she felt his gaze on her face but did not look his way.
Then Tolly's mother rose. Supported by her husband, she placed a white rose in the coffin; the viewing was at an end. No one spoke as they slowly filed out, following the Dowager and Tolly's parents to the drawing room.
In the front hall, Devil drew Honoria aside, into the shadows of the stairs. As the last stragglers passed, he said, his voice low: "I'm sorry-I shouldn't have insisted. I didn't realize it would remind you of your parents."
Honoria looked up, directly into his eyes. They were not, she realized, particularly useful for hiding emotions-the clear depths were too transparent. Right now, they looked contrite.
"It wasn't that. I was simply struck-" She paused, again searching his eyes. "By how wrong his death was." Impulsively, she asked: "Are you satisfied with the magistrate's verdict?"
His face hardened into a warrior's mask. His lids lowered, screening those too-revealing eyes, his lashes a distracting veil. "Perfectly." Languidly, he gestured toward the drawing room. "I suggest we join the others."
His abrupt dismissal was not quite a slap in the face, but it certainly gave Honoria pause. Cloaked in her customary poise, she allowed him to lead her into the drawing room, then inwardly cursed when so many eyes swung their way.
Their entrance together, separate from the earlier crowd, supported the image Devil and the Dowager were intent on projecting-the image of her as Devil's bride. Such subtle nuances were life and breath to the ton, Honoria knew it-she was usually adept at using such signals to her own advantage, but, in the present case, she was clearly fencing with a master.
Make that two masters, simultaneously-the Dowager was no newcomer to the game.
The drawing room was full, crowded with family, connections and close acquaintances. Despite the subdued tones, the noise was substantial. The Dowager was seated on the chaise beside Tolly's mother. Devil steered Honoria to where Amelia and Amanda were nervously conversing with a very old lady.
"If you need help with names or connections, ask the twins. It'll make them feel useful."
Honoria inclined her head and coolly returned: "Much as I'd like to distract them, there's really no need. It is, after all, unlikely I'll meet any of your family again." Regally aloof, she raised her head-and met the dark, frowning glance Devil sent her with implacable calm.
Amanda and Amelia turned as they came up, an identical look of pleading in their eyes.
"Ah-Sylvester." The old lady put out a crabbed hand and gripped Devil's sleeve. "A shame it has to be such a sad occasion on which I see you again."
"Indeed, Cousin Clara." Fluidly, Devil drew Honoria into their circle, trapping her hand on his sleeve the instant before she removed it. "I believe," he drawled, "that you've already met…" An untrustworthy gleam lit his eyes; inwardly aghast, her gaze locked with his, Honoria held her breath-and saw his lips curve as he looked down at Cousin Clara. "Miss Anstruther-Wetherby?"
Honoria almost sighed with relief. Her serene smile somewhat strained, she trained it on Clara.
"Oh, yes! Dear me, yes." The old lady visibly brightened. "Such a great pleasure to meet you, dear. I've been looking forward to-" Catching herself up, Clara glanced impishly at Devil, then smiled sweetly at Honoria. "Well-you know." Reaching out, she patted Honoria's hand. "Suffice to say we're all perfectly delighted, my dear."
Honoria knew one person who was less than perfectly delighted, but, with Amanda and Amelia looking on, she was forced to allow Clara's transparent supposition to pass with nothing more than a gracious smile. Looking up, she fleetingly met Devil's gaze-she could have sworn she detected a satisfied gleam in his eyes.
He immediately broke the contact. Releasing her, he covered Clara's hand with his, stooping so she did not have to look up so far. "Have you spoken to Arthur?"
"Not yet." Clara glanced about. "I couldn't find him in this crush."
"He's by the window. Come-I'll take you to him."
Clara beamed. "So kind-but you always were a good boy." With brief nods to the twins, and a gracious one for Honoria, the old lady allowed Devil to lead her away.
Honoria watched them go, Devil so large and powerful, so arrogantly commanding, making not the smallest fuss over the creases Clara's sparrowlike claws were leaving in his sleeve. A good boy? She inwardly humphed.
"Thank goodness you came." Amanda swallowed. "She wanted to talk about Tolly. And I-we-didn't know how to…"
"Stop her?" Honoria smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry-it's only the very old who'll ask such questions. Now-" She glanced around-"tell me who the younger ones are:-Devil told me their names, but I've forgotten."
That was untrue, but the exercise served to distract the twins. Aside from themselves, Simon, and their two younger sisters, Henrietta and Mary, ten and three, they had three younger cousins.
"Heather's fourteen. Elizabeth-we call her Eliza-is thirteen, and Angelica's ten, the same as Henrietta."
"They're Uncle Martin's and Aunt Celia's daughters. Gabriel and Lucifer are their older brothers."
Gabriel and Lucifer? Honoria opened her mouth to request clarification-simultaneously, the Dowager caught her eye.