The Duke Is Mine - Eloisa James [56]
After lunch, her sister had been quite certain that the duke had taken a great dislike to Olivia, given her hoydenish behavior. But the duke didn’t look as though he disliked her.
“Are you an enthusiastic horsewoman, Miss Lytton?” he asked, after a minute or two.
“Yes!” Olivia said, grateful to be given a topic of conversation. “I had a pony growing up, and nowadays my sister and I regularly ride in Hyde Park. Have you ridden there often yourself, Your Grace?”
“Not in some years,” he said. “Does your fiancé like to ride?”
“Rupert? He has some trouble staying in the saddle,” Olivia said, belatedly remembering that she shouldn’t tell virtual strangers that Rupert couldn’t stay on a horse until he was fifteen. “Though he’s much improved in the last year. He has a weak . . . a weak knee,” she added hastily.
“All the more reason to admire his decision to join the battle.”
“His father was quite dismayed, but Rupert has a very strong will. When he puts his mind to something, no one can change it.”
A fleeting frown crossed the duke’s face. “I suppose—” He broke off.
“Yes?”
“Your fiancé sounds like an excellent man all around. Loyal to his country, brave even with the encumbrance of a physical disability, and resolute in his convictions in the face of his father’s disapproval. I have met the Duke of Canterwick, and I would expect that he exerted considerable pressure on his son to remain in England. I look forward to meeting Montsurrey.”
Olivia nodded. She couldn’t say anything much without being disloyal to Rupert, and she had made up her mind that she simply wouldn’t do it.
But the duke was not finished. “Canterwick apparently told my mother that his son’s brains were as scrambled as an egg custard.”
“Ah,” Olivia said. Of course she agreed, but she had realized when the duchess was so dismissive of Rupert that she could either spend her entire life listening to sniggers behind her husband’s back, or she could make it clear that no one should dare to insult Rupert to her face.
“The duke shows a dismaying inability to recognize his son’s strong points,” she said, suiting thought to word. “Rupert’s thoughts are often remarkably clear.” That was true enough. Rupert understood precisely what he thought of Lucy, for example. Olivia glanced down with a rush of affection. The little dog was trotting beside her, waving her tail so briskly that it kept hitting Olivia’s leg.
“Parents are sometimes of that inclination,” the duke said. His face was impossible to read.
“Of course, Canterwick would have preferred that Rupert remain in England, given that he has no other heirs,” Olivia said. “But Rupert would not sacrifice his own and his country’s honor merely for something as ephemeral as a title.”
That drew a distinct frown from the duke. It may well have been the first time that anyone had envied Rupert; she felt quite sad that he wasn’t here to enjoy it.
“Would you have liked to have joined His Majesty’s Service, Your Grace?” she asked.
“Of course.” He said it rather gruffly. “But I am already the duke, and a duke without an heir. I could not in good conscience leave my responsibilities in the hands of others.”
“Rupert has no responsibilities as yet. He felt in his heart that he had to go.” The duke really did look grim around the mouth, and Olivia started to feel a bit sorry for him. “He probably won’t have any effect on the war effort,” she offered. “He only has a company of one hundred men.”
“As I understand it, the number of men is important, but not as important as one’s strategic planning,” the duke said.
Olivia didn’t even try to imagine Rupert engaged in strategic planning.
“Are you worried about his safety?”
“Yes,” Olivia said. And she was, oddly enough. For all her bleating over the marriage, something had shifted within her by the time she’d said good-bye. Rupert was not undamaged, but he was hers, for better or worse.
She hesitated a moment and then decided that she had better be absolutely straightforward. “You and