together. You at least should have some means of wiling away the hours.”
“They are very devoted to one another.”
“Besotted.”
Coming to a halt, Stefan turned to discover that Edmond and Brianna were standing near a crumbling fountain. They made a perfect vision of marital bliss, with Brianna’s head nestled against Edmond’s shoulder while his hand stroked tenderly down her back. Stefan, however, did not miss the concerned expression on his brother’s face.
“I find myself quite envious,” Miss Karkoff murmured. “It is not often a woman is allowed to wed for love.”
“And even less often for a gentleman.”
“Truly?”
His shifted his attention to catch her disbelieving expression. “Why are you surprised?”
“I would think that a gentleman with your wealth and position could wed any woman of his choosing.”
“You have lived among the most powerful families in St. Petersburg, Miss Karkoff, you comprehend how treacherous a courtship can be.”
“Treacherous?”
He shrugged. “Accept one invitation to a ball while declining another and you offend half the members of the House of Lords. Speak with one maiden for a moment longer than another and the room buzzes with rumors. And God forbid I request a few friends to Meadowland without including every unwed sister, cousin or passing acquaintance they might possess. To actually propose marriage…”
“Yes, it would no doubt cause another War of the Roses,” she said, her voice so smooth it would be easy to miss the mockery. “Very wise to remain unwed and allow each ambitious papa and title-hungry mama to continue dreaming they might capture you for their daughter.”
His smile became genuine. Despite his suspicions, he appreciated quick wits and a refusal to bore him with insincere flattery.
“My thought precisely.”
“No doubt that is why you prefer to avoid society?”
Ah, obviously Brianna had been sharing her annoyancewith his refusal to accept the endless invitations that arrived each morning.
“One of many reasons.” He paused. “Ah, but perhaps I should keep my less than favorable opinion of society to myself.”
“Why?”
“That is why you have come to England, is it not? To be introduced into English society?”
“I…my mother thought it might be beneficial.”
“But not you?”
“I am here, am I not?” she said, her light tone belied by the stoic set of her expression.
Odd. Had she been compelled to England against her will? Not that it truly mattered. If she intended to involve Edmond in one of the Emperor’s schemes then Stefan intended to have her run out of Surrey.
“So you are. Rather surprising.”
“What is surprising?”
“There are numerous Russian diplomats in London. I would think your mother would prefer for you to be launched into society by a more formal introduction.”
This time she was prepared. Her smile never faltered as she met his gaze squarely.
“My mother is stubborn, but she is no fool. I, alas, did not inherit her ability to be at ease among strangers. She no doubt hopes that by sending me to Lord and Lady Summerville I can make a few acquaintances without causing too much embarrassment.”
“Hmm.”
She arched a golden brow. “Yes?”
“I was just thinking it was rather a stroke of fortune that Edmond decided to wed at such an opportune moment. Otherwise your visit might never have occurred.”
Her magnificent eyes flashed with annoyance at his pointed words. Ridiculously, Stefan found himself pleased to have provoked her first genuine emotion.
“There is no need for you to point out that my visit is…awkward considering that Lord and Lady Summerville have only been wed a few weeks,” she said tartly.
“I am certain you are quite welcome, Miss Karkoff.”
“Are you?”
“Of course.”
Her lips thinned. “I did attempt to convince Mother that it was not entirely appropriate to thrust myself upon his lordship, but she was insistent.”
“And do you