![]() Ignoring her silence, the duchess tapped her fingertips upon the jeweled handle of her cane and continued to study the Marquess of Wakefield through narrowed eyes. Lady Faulklyn paled as if afraid to risk answering in the affirmative. The duchess’s faded blue eyes moved over Victoria from head to toe, then shifted to Jason Fielding. ![]() The Duchess of Claremont leaned upon her ebony cane, watching her great-granddaughter. “So I’ve heard, your grace,” Lady Faulklyn agreed. “So,” the Duchess of Claremont hissed under her breath to her elderly companion, “Wakefield has fought a duel for her.” Not far away, an old woman wearing a white satin turban with an enormous amethyst at the front observed Jason and Victoria with narrowed eyes. Her reputation had just suffered a telling blow. And Victoria finally realized why: Jason had reportedly fought a duel for her. Young ladies and older ones alike, people who had been friendly in the past, were now eyeing her with stiff faces and censorious eyes. As soon as she left the box with Jason between the acts of the play, she realized that something was different. At first, Victoria assumed they were surprised to see Jason looking perfectly well, rather than wounded, but she began to change her mind later. ![]() ![]() Heads turned, fans fluttered, and whispers began. It seemed as if everyone in London was at the theater tonight-and every pair of eyes seemed to shift to them as they entered Jason’s box. ![]()
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