Protected by the Major. Anne Herries

dinner—but when they play cards I retire for I am not allowed to gamble more than a few shillings at the loo table.’

      ‘Do you wish to?’

      ‘No, not at all, but neither do I wish to watch others gamble. I believe Lethbridge and his friends play deep at times.’

      Hallam nodded. He had heard that the marquis was wealthy and perhaps that was why Lethbridge hoped to lure him into one of his card games. Perhaps it would be better to watch the count and his friends at play before taking a hand himself.

      ‘May I take you home, Madeline?’

      ‘Thank you, I shall go alone—if you would send for my carriage for me, please?’

      ‘Yes, of course. Go up and put on your cloak. I will make your excuses to your husband...tell him that you felt a little faint and decided to leave.’

      ‘Thank you. He will be angry, but perhaps he will wait until tomorrow before venting his anger on me. And I truly have the headache.’

      Hallam smiled at her, then bent his head to kiss her hand. They parted, he to order her carriage brought round and she to put on her cloak.

      * * *

      When she came downstairs, Hallam escorted her out to her carriage and assisted her inside. He held her hand a moment longer.

      ‘I should like to meet somewhere—do you walk or ride?’

      ‘Sometimes I walk with my maid in Hyde Park on fine afternoons.’

      ‘Can you trust her?’

      ‘Yes, with my life.’

      ‘Then meet me one day this week—perhaps tomorrow.’

      ‘I am not sure. Perhaps the following day?’

      ‘I will visit the park every day between two and three,’ he said. ‘Do not despair, Madeline. I will find a way to free you from Lethbridge.’

      She smiled, but said nothing, sitting back in her carriage. Hallam told the man to drive on and then went back into the house.

      It was time to seek out Lethbridge and discover what kind of a man he was—and why he was so fortunate at the card tables.

      * * *

      Hal had rescued her from the marquis. She trembled as she recalled the way he’d looked at her. At first he’d blamed her for her shocking behaviour, but he’d understood once she’d told him that her husband had forced her to flirt with the marquis. He’d asked her to run away with him...he must still care for her a little, if only sufficiently to protect her from her husband’s spite.

      If only she dared to run away. And yet could she ever find happiness after the pain Lethbridge had inflicted on her? There were times when she thought she had been scarred too deeply. He had done such things to her...things that shamed her and made her feel unworthy of a good man’s love.

      Madeline lay in bed for some time, wondering whether her husband would come to her in a rage, and, when in the early hours of the morning, she heard him enter the house, she tensed to receive the onslaught. However, he did not enter her room and after half an hour or so she fell into a deep sleep.

      * * *

      It was morning when her maid drew back the curtains and presented her with a tray of hot chocolate and sweet rolls.

      ‘Did you sleep well, my lady?’ Sally asked.

      ‘Yes, I did eventually.’ Madeline sat up and smiled at her. ‘Has my husband asked for me?’

      ‘No, I do not think so, ma’am.’

      ‘Very well. I shall get up when I’ve eaten my breakfast. Is it a nice day?’

      ‘A little wet this morning,’ Sally replied, ‘but Cook says it will clear this afternoon.’

      ‘We might go walking this afternoon,’ Madeline said. ‘I shall decide later.’

      Sally nodded and left her to the enjoyment of her hot chocolate. She was just finishing her rolls and honey when the door to the dressing room opened and Lethbridge entered her room. Madeline put her tray to one side and waited, expecting the tirade to begin. She was surprised when her husband looked at her with a wry smile.