“I have no idea,” Vanessa said.
Sheridan’s gaze bored into her. “Why not? Surely she’s heard you speak of Mr. Juncker frequently and would have commented on it. God knows you speak of him often enough aroundme.”
“She never gave any indication that she knew him.” And Vanessa certainly hadn’t, given that she didn’t care two figs for the man.
“Doesn’t it worry you that Flora may prove a rival for his affections?” Sheridan persisted.
The whole thing had so rattled Vanessa that she nearly said, “Whose affections?” But she caught herself in time. “I doubt Flora would wish to be my rival. Clearly, he did something unforgivable to her.”
Sheridan started walking her back to her uncle’s box. “That should tell you all you need to know about his character.”
It did, unfortunately. And now she had to stand up for Mr. Juncker yet again. “They said it was years ago. Surely he has matured in that time. He did look stricken by guilt at the sight of her.”
Sheridan shot her a veiled look. “No matter what I say, you defend the man.”
“And no matter whatIsay, you attack the man. Perhaps you’re worried he will beyourrival for Flora’s affections. Or for mine.” She’d said that last bit offhandedly, hoping it would slide in under his walls.
“That’s absurd. I’m not interested in having anyone’s affections.” The sudden stiffness in his arm said otherwise.
How very interesting.
“But you will come to Thorncliff this evening, won’t you?” he went on. “You and your mother?”
She let him change the subject. “Surely you didn’t really mean to invite us. You merely found yourself trapped when I overheard your invitation to Mr. Juncker.”
“Not in the least. Thorn was quite clear on the subject. I was to invite you both. Besides, it would be remiss of me if I didn’t invite the woman I’m supposedly courting.” He leaned close. “And it will give you plenty of chances to make Juncker jealous.”
Sheridan’s bargain with her—if she could call it that—still made no sense. Why did he care whether she snagged Juncker? Until now, Sheridan had barely wished to spend one dance with her, so why engineer a faux engagement where they were forced to be together? She couldn’t quite believe his assertion that he would do it just to be proved right about Mr. Juncker’s character. Yet she couldn’t imagine any other reason, unless he wanted to court her in truth, perhaps for her dowry, assuming that the gossip was correct. But if so, why not just come out with it? For all he knew, Grey already could have told her of Sheridan’s need to marry for money.
Then again, Sheridan was a proud and taciturn sort.
“I would certainly love to attend the affair,” she said, “if only to have the opportunity to see Thornstock’s mansion. I’ve heard that Thorncliff is magnificent.” She gazed down the corridor at the open door to Uncle Noah’s box. “But I can’t go without a chaperone, and Mama and I together can’t go without Uncle Noah.”
“Bring Sir Noah along. Truly, it will be very informal, only a few close friends and family. There might be dancing, and you can try to finagle Juncker into dancing with you.”
She eyed him closely. “I’m surprised Thornstock would allow any of my family into his home. Mama isn’t exactly . . . welcome at any of Grey’s houses, and Thornstock is not only bound to know that but be well aware of why. As is your mother.”
Sheridan sobered. “To be honest, we’re all aware that your mother is persona non grata to Grey, although he won’t tell us the full reason for his dislike of her. Do you happen to know?”
Bother it all. She did know. But if Grey hadn’t revealed the secret, she certainly wouldn’t.
As if guessing why she was reluctant, Sheridan added, “I do know it has naught to do with you.”
“I should hope not. I was only eleven when he left our home. I didn’t see him again until I was the age to have my coming out.”
“Grey had something to do with your debut?”
“He was more than happy to help with it and to indulge my occasional visits to his London town house through the years, for which I shall always be grateful. Because of that, I’m loath to bring Mama to an affair which he no doubt will also attend, along with his mother,yourmother. I know Mama and your mother knew each other well once, but their paths have definitely diverged.”
“That’s true,” Sheridan said. “But Grey is still in the country, and Mother is helping Olivia with the supper, so she’ll be too busy to care. Thus Thorn won’t mind one bit if the three of you come.”
“You’re certain? I don’t want our presence to cause trouble in the family.”
“It won’t, I promise. I daresay he won’t even notice you’re all there. He’s got stars in his eyes now that he’s married to Olivia.”
The sudden tightness in his voice gave her pause. “Do you not approve of her?”
He blinked. “No, no, nothing like that. Olivia’s wonderful. It’s just that . . . well, I thought Thorn and I would be bachelors together, unless I was forced into matrimony. He never seemed like the marrying sort. God knows I’m not.”
