Page 29 of Seduction of a Widow

“Oh my,” the baroness said. “That couldn’t have been easy for a young bride. Take heart, dear. Most gossip is repeated by those—mostly women—who envy your life, and men—like Mr. Drucker—who have an ulterior motive.” She leaned close and added, “It only means you are doing something right. I too have been the subject of much gossip, and long ago accepted that the most vicious rumors originate from the most jealous individuals.” She laughed. “There is a sense of satisfaction in that knowledge.”

The door opened and the doctor emerged from the room. Leslie caught sight of Lord Barnton, and his eyes locked with hers. She read the menace in his expression in the instant before the doctor pulled the door closed.

“How is he, doctor?” Baroness Trent asked.

“He took quite a bump to his head, and the wound in his side bled a fair amount. But he will live. I suggest he not be moved for at least two days.”

The baroness nodded. “Of course. He may stay here as long as necessary. You know where the kitchen is. Have cook give you some of the wonderful apple tart she’s making. I believe she’s roasting a chicken as well. When you are ready, Joshua will take you home.”

He nodded and left.

When he left earshot, Leslie said, “I suppose it is useless to talk to Lord Barnton.” In truth, she was too tired to care. She should return home.

“If I may be so bold,” Sir Stirling said. “My lady, I hope that Lord Barnton’s actions do not cause you to leave the party.”

Baroness Trent’s brows shot up in surprise. “Of course, Lady Carr is not going to leave the party. I would not hear of it. Lord Barnton will be confined to his room for the next two days, then go home.”

Leslie would have liked nothing better than to return home that night, but to do so would only fuel the gossip that she was guilty of the earl’s accusations.

She smiled at the baroness. “I wouldn’t think of leaving.”

The baroness smiled in obvious relief. She entwined her arm with Leslie’s. “I believe I know just what you need. How does a hot bath sound?”

Leslie smiled in genuine gratitude. “Divine, ma’am.”

Baroness Trent looked at Stirling. “If you will excuse us, sir.”

He gave a slight bow, and they left him. Then Baroness Trent prepared for Leslie the finest bath she’d ever enjoyed.