"Oh!"
Understanding came to Polly at the very last moment, but her head still felt as though it was stuffed with wool. Time seemed to pa.s.s very slowly.
Indeed, she had time to reflect that she had never been kissed by a man, since she had always been exceptionally careful to avoid being alone with any gentleman who was not a relative. Then she remembered that when she had been in the throes of her infatuation, she had quite ached for Lord Henry to kiss her as long as it had been in a completely undemanding fashion. Some chaste but impa.s.sioned salutation had been the height of her aspirations.
This kiss might have been impa.s.sioned, but in no way could it be described as chaste. Lord Henry"s arm slid about Polly"s waist and brought her into sudden, shocking contact with his body. His mouth captured hers with the ruthless skill of the expert, parting her lips so that her gasp of outrage was lost. For several long, spellbinding seconds, Polly was swept up in a pa.s.sion too complex and demanding for her even to begin to resist.
Lord Henry let her go very gently and Polly stared at him in silence.
The combined effects of unaccustomed drink and strong emotion made her feel quite shaken and she put a hand onto the parapet to steady herself. The stone was cool beneath her fingers, already damp with the night"s dew.
Polly frowned a little, confused. How could this have happened when she had intended so different an outcome? Then, utterly unexpectedly.
Lord Henry took her hand and pressed a kiss on the palm.
"Do not look at me so reproachfully. Lady Polly,"
he said quietly.
"Remember that you took your part in making me what I am."
He turned to go and was confronted once again by the Dowager Countess of Sea grave, rushing precipitately to the rescue. He gave her a most flawless, ironic bow.
"Lady Sea grave! How do you do, ma"am? I remember once telling you that I would never approach your daughter again. Alas that I am forced to contradict myself, for I find I have a most urgent need to make her reacquaintance! Your servant, ma"am!"
And he left the outraged Dowager spluttering for words.
Chapter Three.
QTQSQ.
lolly woke up with the conviction that something was terribly wrong.
Her head ached with an unaccustomed thick throbbing and her tongue felt furry.
She rolled on to her back. The sun was streaming through the curtains and she could hear the sound of wheels in the street outside. It was late.
Through the woolly feeling in her head, Polly remembered the fruit punch, so apparently innocuous and yet so dangerous. Oh, how could she have been such a fool, she who had been out for five years! Drinking spirits, becoming flirtatious, crowning her folly with a drunken encounter on the terrace with Lord Henry March night! No doubt he thought her the most unutterable fool!
She squirmed, turning her hot face into the cool linen pillow in an attempt to wipe out the vivid memories which were flooding back.
"I"ve tried to wake her once already, my lady," a voice was saying, and Polly shot bolt upright, suddenly terrified that her mother was at the door. But it was only Lucille, who came into the room and pulled back the bed curtains with a resounding rasp that echoed through Polly"s head.
"Oh! Do not!" Polly"s groan was heartfelt. She slumped back on the pillows, feeling dizzy. Her sister-in-law paused in surprise.
"Polly? Are you ill? I thought that you were coming with me to Lady Rout ledge"s picnic?"
The light was making Polly"s eyes stream. She squinted at Lucille through the brightness. There was a rhythmic pounding in her ears although she had no recollection of any major building works currently taking place on the house.
"Oh dear... I think I may be sick..."
"If I did not know better, I should say that you were foxed," Lucille was saying severely, eyeing her sister- in-law closely.
"I had no idea that Lady Phillips"s ri- dot to had been such a hotbed of iniquity! Or was it the prawn patties you ate, perhaps? Yes, so much better for it to be the prawns, I think... That is what I shall tell your Mama. I will come and see you later..."
Polly was beyond replying. She turned over and was asleep again at once.
It was the afternoon when she awoke again, feeling marginally better.
"Lady Sea grave said that I wasn"t to disturb you on account of you being so sick, ma"am," Polly"s maid said sympathetically, when summoned at last by the bell.
"Can I fetch you anything, ma"am? Some food?"
A spasm of distaste crossed Polly"s face.
"I think not, Jessie. Just a very large gla.s.s of water, if you please.
I have seldom been so thirsty!
And I shall get up now, I think. " Jessie looked dubious.
"Well, ma"am, if you"re sure you"re ready! My brother usually takes a day to sleep off his excesses..." She caught Polly"s outraged expression and dropped a submissive curtsy. A country girl from the Sea graves" Suffolk estate, Jessie had a kind heart but no tact.
"As you wish, ma"am!" she finished hastily.
"Shall you be going out?"
"Yes!" Polly snapped, suddenly anxious to refute the suggestion that she was a drunkard to rival Jessie"s brother.
"We shall go to the circulating library! My lilac walking dress, please!"
Half an hour later, attired in the lilac and lace dress and with a very becoming black straw bonnet on her dark curls, Polly sallied forth into the fresh air with Jessie trotting along behind. Lucille and the Dowager Countess had not returned from the picnic, but Polly thought it unlikely her mother could object to so innocuous a plan as a trip to the library.
After all, no possible harm could befall her there.
It was pleasantly cool within and Polly spent an enjoyable time browsing amongst the shelves and choosing her books. There was something very soothing about the shadowy quiet of the library, something tranquil when Polly still felt a little disordered in both body and spirit. An elderly gentleman was dozing in a seat in the corner and two ladies were whispering together over a copy of Louisa Sidney Stanhope"s The Confessional of Valombre. There was nothing to disturb the peace. Polly leant forward to pull a book from the shelf and found herself looking into a pair of sleepy grey eyes as someone selected a book from the other side at precisely the same moment as she.
"Oh!" She dropped all her books and recoiled a step, causing the two ladies to break off their conversation and hush her noisily. The gentleman came around the end of the bookcase, bent down and gravely handed her back the books of her choice.
"Good afternoon. Lady Polly," Lord Henry March- night said.
"What are you doing here?" Polly hissed crossly, forgetful of the fact that only hours earlier she had privately resolved never to speak to him again.
He was looking immaculate in a dove-grey jacket which echoed the colour of those disturbing grey eyes and Polly felt both annoyed and ill prepared to meet him. If only she had stayed at home! The scene on Lady Phillips"s terrace flashed before her eyes once more, adding to her confusion. It was the greatest piece of bad luck to be obliged to face him again so soon.
Lord Henry gestured to the two slender volumes under his arm.
"Like you, I am selecting some reading matter," he said calmly.
"A gentleman may attend the circulating library if he wishes!"
"Yes, but I would hardly have considered reading to be amongst your favoured occupations Polly bit her lip, aware that her confusion had prompted her to sound less than civil.