whileâat least where Miss Fanshaw was concernedâdamaging his own. âI donât think so,â he replied, aware that those around them had fallen silent and were watching and listening with an uneasy, open curiosity. âYour father brought about his own death.â He smiled. âIt was easy to beat him. He had no skill when it came to cards.â
âThen why did you allow him to stake Larkhill? You certainly didnât want itâindeed, you have not spent a penny piece on it since, for it is crumbling with neglect. Do you enjoy taking things from people who are weaker than youâhumbling people? In my opinion that is the mark of a coward.â She took a step towards him and was pleased to see him take a step back.
Not discouraged and ignoring the gasp that went up from the crowd, he gave a bark of laughter. âYou call me a coward?â
She smiled. âOnly a coward would do what you did. You knew he couldnât win. You knew his loss would destroy him. Didnât that worry you?â
He shook his head slowly. âNot unduly. He was a grown man. He knew perfectly well what he was doing when he staked a house and estate that was already mortgaged up to the hilt.â
Beatrice stared at him in disbelief. âI might have known you would say something like that to discredit my father, but I do not believe you.â
He shrugged. âYou may believe what you like, but it is true. I do not lie. I did not find out myself untillaterâwhen I had to find the finance to pay off the mortgage.â
Beatrice looked at him directly, finding what he said hard to believe and wondering what sort of man this Julius Chadwick actually was. âMy father was a man without deceit, a man you could trust, who had fallen on hard times. And you, Lord Chadwick, took advantage of his weakened state. Larkhill meant more to me and my mother than to be put on a gambling table in a seedy gentlemanâs club.â
âIt was a private gentlemanâs club,â he countered, needlessly provocative. âThere was nothing seedy about it.â
âA gambler would say that. So now you have two homes.â
âThree, actually.â
Momentarily thrown, she stared at him in amazement. âThree? How can one person live in three places at once?â
âI donât. I travel a lot,â he stated by way of explanation. âMiss Fanshaw, must I remind you that we have an audience. Might I suggest that you lower your tone? You embarrass us both with your show of emotion. I understand your antagonism towards me, which must have increased a thousandfold as you have allowed it to fester over the years. Indeed, I would feel very much the same were the situation reversed.â
âIâm glad you understand,â she uttered scathingly, âalthough it doesnât alter the way I feel. I am not like my father. If you are a courageous man, you will allow me to accept your wager.â
âIf nothing else, you are forward and recklessly bold, Miss Fanshaw.â
âI always believe in being direct and I enjoy walking on the wild side. I am sure you find it shocking and unfeminine that I have interest in things beyond petit point and fashion, but thatâs the way I am.â
âI do, but in your case I will overlook your unfeminine interestsâbut will your aunt, Lady Standish?â
âI donât doubt she will flay me alive for daring to intimate that I am anything less than a perfect lady. But a perfect lady I am not and never will be. You are staying at Larkhill?â
âI am. Iâve been out of the country for several months; now Iâm back I intend spending more time in London. I found the time was ripe to visit Larkhill, to look over the property and decide what is to be done.â A subtle smile curved his lips. âThere are many factors which might influence how long I stay.â
âThen I hope you enjoy your stay. So,
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