vaguely.
âTraveling? Where?â
âNowhere important,â he replied, but the tips of his ears were pink. âJust getting things ready for your visit. Ah, here is a good place.â
âRadu, are you being evasive?â
âI? Never!â
He seated her on the terrace of a café, and the footmen satdown on a bench across the way, looking relieved to be in the shade. And to have turned over her care to Radu, as well, Dacia thought, settling her bustled skirts carefully on the tiny café chair.
She scowled at her cousin as he ordered them lemonade, and when he turned back from the waitress, he saw Daciaâs expression with great surprise. He was clearly baffled by her dour look and the way she was impatiently tapping her gloved fingers on the tabletop.
âRadu, I need to have one person here I can trust,â Dacia said, very serious now.
âWhat are you talking about? Whom
canât
you trust? You have Aunt Katarina, my father, the other cousins and uncles and aunts . . .â He trailed off, fussing with his napkin.
âRadu.â Dacia stopped and fiddled with her gloves while she put her thoughts in order. âRadu, I know that youâve probably heard about the Incident in London.â
He snickered, indicating that he had, but wisely did not comment as she went on.
âBut even before that, it seemed that Mother and Aunt Maria and Aunt Kate were keeping secrets. Lou and I were supposed to come later, in the autumn, and then go back to New York after Christmas. But suddenly weâre being sent here now, months ahead of schedule, and not told when we will return to New York. Theyâre behaving as though I did something truly disgraceful when you know it wasnât that bad! Not bad enough to permanently ruin my reputation, anyway.
âI asked Aunt Kate if we could wait in Paris for Lou and her parents,â Dacia went on, struggling to keep her voice undercontrol now. âBut she insisted on coming around the coast as fast as we could travel. I thought she was simply eager for us to reach Bucharest. Yet now that weâre here, as Iâve said, she wonât leave the house, nor do we have any visitors.
âItâs terribly strange, and I donât like it,â Dacia finished. âI need to have one person I can confide in, until Lou gets here, at least.â She frowned. âAnd Lou is having a difficult time as well. In her last letter she said that a strange young man approached her on the ship, and was very impertinent.â She toyed with her gloves. âIn all honesty I thought thatâs who you were just now, and I was prepared to have you arrested!â
Radu was clearly baffled by this last item. âSomeone being fresh with LouLou is hardly a crisis, Dacia, unfortunate as it is.â
âWell,â Dacia said, refusing to let this insult to her beloved Lou get tossed aside. âHe said some odd things to her, things that made her uneasy. And theyâre making me uneasy as well. Itâs a shame that Uncle Cyrus wasnât there to chase that cad away!â
Radu patted her hand. âFrom now on, sheâll be under the protection of her Florescu family,â he said. âShe will not need to worry about anyone bothering her again!â
The waitress brought their lemonade, and Dacia sipped at hers. It was far too sweet, but she didnât care. The day was really quite warm, and she didnât want Radu to see how discomfited she was by all that had happened, and most especially what he had just said, and the rude way he had dismissed Louâs father. Dacia worked very hard to appear like a sophisticated young woman, and it didnât help that she had outbursts of scandalousmischief that she couldnât seem to control, like the Incident in London. She was hardly going to start weeping in an outdoor café because sheâd had an emotionally trying day.
âDacia,â Radu said, once more