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sensibilities. But she could wax eloquent about her school and the notion of teachers and charity pupils being a family.
    Lord help him.
    But she was more gloriously lovely than almost any other woman he had set eyes upon—and the word
almost
might even be withdrawn from that thought without any great exaggeration resulting. He had often thought fate was something of a joker, and now he was convinced of it. But the apparently huge contrast between her looks and her character and circumstances had him more fascinated than he could remember being with any other woman for a long time—perhaps ever.
    â€œThe implication being that idleness suits
me
very well indeed?” He laughed. “Miss Osbourne, you speak softly but with a barbed tongue. I daresay your pupils fear it.”
    She was not entirely wrong, though, was she? His life
was
idle—or had been for all of five years anyway. It was true that he intended to reform his ways and put idleness behind him in the very near future, but he had not really done so yet, had he? Thinking and planning were one thing; doing was another.
    Yes, as he was now, today, Miss Osbourne was quite right about him. He had no defense to offer.
    He wondered what it must be like to
have
to work for a living.
    â€œI spoke of myself, sir—my lord,” she said, “in answer to your question. I made no implication about you.”
    She had small, dainty feet, he could see—which was just as well considering her small stature. He had noticed during tea that her hands were small and delicate.
    Miss Susanna Osbourne disapproved of him—probably disliked him too. In her world people worked. What had it been like, he wondered, to be a charity girl at the school where she now taught?
    â€œDo you
like
teaching?” he asked.
    â€œVery much,” she said. “It is what I would choose to do with my life even if I had myriad choices.”
    â€œIndeed?” He wondered if she spoke the truth or only said what she had convinced herself was the truth. “You would choose teaching even above marriage and motherhood?”
    There was a rather lengthy silence before she replied, and he regretted the question. It was unmannerly and might have touched her on the raw. But there was no recalling it.
    â€œI suppose that even if I could imagine myriad choices,” she said, “they would still have to be within the realm of the realistic.”
    Good Lord!
    â€œAnd marriage would not fit within such a realm?” he asked, surprised.
    He did not realize until he found himself gazing at the tender flesh at the arch of her neck that she had dipped her head so far downward that she must have been able to see nothing more than her own feet. He
had
embarrassed her, dash it all. He was not usually so insensitive.
    â€œNo,” she said. “It would not.”
    And of course he might have known it if he had stopped to consider. How often did one hear of a governess marrying? Yet a schoolteacher must have even fewer opportunities to meet eligible men. He wondered suddenly how the countess had met Edgecombe. He had not even known before today that she had been a schoolteacher at the time. There must be an interesting story behind that courtship.
    In his world women had nothing to hope for or think about
but
marriage. His sisters had not considered their lives complete until they had all followed one another to the altar with eligible mates in order from the eldest to the youngest, at gratifyingly young ages—gratifying to them and even more so to his mother.
    â€œWell,” he said, “one never knows what the future holds, does one? But you must tell me sometime what it is about teaching that you enjoy so much. Not today, though—I see we are approaching Barclay Court. We will talk more when we meet again during the next two weeks.”
    She stole another quick glance at him and he laughed.
    â€œI can see the wheels of your mind turning upon the