Page 77 of A Match of Misfortune

Chapter Twenty-Three

Cecily’s stomach flitted about with nerves as she neared the McMillans’ drawing room on Nash’s arm. After their day spent listening to Nash’s stories of India and playing games, it had been no easy task readying herself for an evening out. She knew how important it was to be out amongst Society if they meant to help fix Nash’s reputation. And after their excursion to Bond Street the previous day, it was clear it needed fixing. But others had likely been told of their betrothal, and though she cared little about what they thought, a night spent accepting half-hearted congratulations seemed far from appealing. But at least they would get it over with.

Bridget, who stood on Nash’s other side, sent him a reassuring look just before they entered. “Act confident that you belong here, and no one will question it.”

The encouragement was meant for Nash, but Cecily lifted her chin and squared her shoulders as they stepped across the threshold.

The din of voices quieted, and the collective gaze momentarily shifted to them. There were a few whispered exchanges, but everyone’s attention soon fell back to their companions seated at the half-dozen card tables set around the room.

“Lord and Lady Rothsburg,” Lady McMillan started toward their group with outstretched hands directed at Bridget. “We are so glad you have come. And you as well, Miss Bradshaw.”

Cecily dipped a small curtsy.

Bridget released one of Lady McMillan’s hands and gestured toward Nash. “I don’t believe you’ve had the chance to meet Mr. Markham, Lord Rothsburg’s cousin.”

Lady McMillan’s gaze shot to Nash. “Mr. Markham,” she repeated, as though the name held significant meaning.

“Yes.” Bridget smiled sweetly. “He and Miss Bradshaw have recently announced their betrothal, and since we had already accepted the invitation for Miss Bradshaw, we convinced him to come along. I assured him you would not mind in the least.”

Lady McMillan’s gaunt face tightened, and Cecily worried she meant to turn them away directly, but then she gave a stiff nod. “Of course he is welcome.” This time, Lady McMillan’s eyes landed on Cecily before hesitantly moving to Nash. “And I wish you both felicitations for your upcoming nuptials.”

“Thank you,” Nash and Cecily said in unison.

With one long intake of breath, Lady McMillan turned back toward the tables full of guests, her gaze sweeping the room. “It seems all the tables are occupied at present, but if you wish to play, you may wait until a spot opens.”

“What games are being played?” Lord Rothsburg asked.

“Lord McMillan’s table is playing speculation, and I believe the others are mostly whist and farrow. Oh, except Lord and Lady Darlington. They have just started a game of commerce.”

Nash glanced in the direction Lady McMillan indicated, his lips pulling downward at the corners when he caught sight of Lady Darlington. Without thinking, Cecily lifted her other hand to his arm and gave it a small squeeze of support. A kindness she immediately regretted when he looked down at her with those light eyes so full of gratitude.

“It sounds like we have several options of play.” Lord Rothsburg took a step forward. “I myself am inclined toward speculation. How about you, my dear?”

“Speculation sounds delightful.” Bridget looked from Cecily to Nash. “Would you care to join us?”

Cecily offered a polite smile. “Perhaps shortly. I’ve always enjoyed commerce, myself.”

Nash stiffened at her side, but she did not release his arm.

Bridget’s gaze flicked toward the Darlingtons, then she nodded as though she understood. “Very well. I shall come and find you after our game. Oh,” She leaned in close to Cecily so only she could hear. “Don’t let Mr. Markham leave your side. We don’t need any other incidents to occur that might counter our attempts.”

Cecily nodded her agreement. She well knew there was little she could do to truly stop an incident from occurring, but she found she preferred the idea of staying close to Nash. Lord Harlow was here, after all.

When the Rothsburgs and Lady McMillan strolled away, leaving Nash and Cecily standing alone, Cecily turned to him. “I never got to ask you about your meeting with Mr. Steele.” She hoped she didn’t sound too eager for his answer.

“I did not accept his offer. Not even when he countered my refusal by offering to cover the cost of my ship in addition to the cargo.”

“I hope I did not unduly influence you, because I fear I may have offered my opinion with a partial bias.”

He smiled. “And what bias was that?”

Warmth touched her cheek, but she refused to let him glimpse her unease. “My consideration was only for your family.”

“Only my family?”

This time, she could not prevent her blush. “Mostly. I also considered Lord Rothsburg’s attachment to you.”

He gave a small chuckle. “Well, if it makes you feel better, I had already come to my decision. I simply needed help to see it.”