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her innocence is real. So I'm not sure about percentages or the extent of my profit motive. Perhaps I may choose to be benevolent."
    "Not necessarily a kindness to her," he pointed out. "In terms of her future, she may prefer less innocence and ultimately more freedom. And don't infer selfish motives on my part. Rather, I'm reminding you how the world views an untouched, undefended heiress. She's fair game for every rogue, and you know it."
    "So what am I to do?"
    "Wait for her decision. It's not for you to decide."
    "And should she ultimately agree to my offer? What do I do then?"
    His smile was warm and boyish and full of charm. "You let me outbid the other contenders."
    "I don't want her hurt."
    "Have I ever harmed a woman in any way?"
    "No," she grudgingly replied, knowing full well Dermott's speciality was more in the nature of offering them the ultimate pleasures.
    "And are the women I know ever unhappy?"
    "You're much too vain." But her smile was affectionate. She'd known Dermott before he left for India and she'd helped him forget his painful memories on his return. "I'll think about it."
    "Let me bid last. That's all I ask."
    "It may not come to that."
    "
If
it does, I'd be happy to help make you richer."
    "The nabob speaking."
    He shrugged, not about to argue. "I saw her last night, you know, when she first came in. She disturbed my sleep, and that doesn't happen as a rule. I hope she decides to stay for a time."
    "Since you're so interested, I might ask a favor of you."
    "Ask away." Feeling decidedly content with the possibilities in his favor, he set to eating again, his appetite commensurate with his youth and level of physical activity.
    "This note that's to be delivered to her lawyer. I might use your man rather than mine. To put anyone who might be watching off the scent."
    "Be my guest." He reached for another slice of ham. "No one will dare to interfere with you." "True." He didn't argue his reputation for violence. Nor his record for surviving more duels than anyone in England. Glancing up from his plate, he cast her a quizzical look. "She really intrigues me. Tell me why?" "She's very beautiful."
    He resumed cutting his ham. "It's not just that." "Maybe the scent of innocence provokes you." His gaze came up again and his dark eyes were strangely cool. "I don't like innocence."
    "Then she's the exception, unless you want to be second."
    He shook his head very gently. "Not a chance." His mouth twitched into a grin. "It almost makes one believe in—"
    "Bewitchment?"
    He laughed. "I was going to say avarice:" "Greed in conjunction with a woman isn't unusual." "It is for me." He abruptly pushed his chair away from the table as though the thought were objectionable. "I'll be downstairs until Tattersall's opens," he crisply said, standing. "My man will be available for your errands." And turning, he walked away.
    Molly watched him leave the room and wondered what had come over the most profligate rake in London. Too little sleep, she pragmatically thought, or simply the male fear of emotion. Bathurst was particularly insensitive to finer feeling since his return from India. He lived on the edge, betting on anything, needing to win, always outbidding the competition for objects he desired. No need to look for philanthropic sentiments concerning his interest in Miss Leslie. Shaking the crumbs from her skirt, she rose from her chair and went to see if Isabella was finished with her letter.
     
    "I'm ready," Isabella said, sealing the letter with a bit of wax as Mrs. Crocker entered the room. "There wasn't much to say. Lampert has had instructions for Grandpapa's funeral for years now. Grandpapa was like that. He preferred making his own arrangements. I simply told Lampert I'd be out of town for some time and should he need to get in touch with me, he could send a note to the bookseller on Albemarle Street. Mr. Martin won't mind. He's known me all my life." Standing, she turned and moved toward Mrs. Crocker with the