Chapter 1
Thorncliff Manor, 1820
A gentle breeze stirred the air, carrying with it the smooth
murmur of violins as Richard gazed out over the terrace of Thorncliff Manor. The
grand estate and guesthouse where his parents and siblings had chosen to spend
the summer while their own home was being renovated, sat solidly at his back—a
welcome retreat for those who were wealthy enough to afford it. Standing to one
side, Richard watched the guests, their gemstones scattering the torchlight
while feathers bowed and swayed.
Although they wore masks, he was able to recognize a few
of those present. Certainly, he had seen many of them from his bedroom window
since arriving at Thorncliff a few weeks earlier. But there were those whose
acquaintance he’d never had the pleasure of, like the young ladies who’d made
their debuts since 1815—a year he would not soon forget. In any event, it was a
long time since he’d spoken to any of these people. Some, he reflected, had
been friends once . . . His heart beat slowly, dulled by the lead
that now flowed through his veins.
It was briefly forgotten when a gentle voice spoke at his
shoulder. “Your company is much appreciated this evening, Mr. Heartly.”
Turning his head, Richard glanced down at his hostess, the
incomparable Lady Duncaster. “After all . . .” His words
faltered—no doubt from lack of usage. Inhaling deeply, he took a moment to
compose himself before trying again, more slowly this time. “After all the
effort you have gone to on my behalf, it would have been rude of me to stay
away.” Rigidly, he glanced in her direction, his nails digging against the
palms of his hands as he clenched his fists. There was more to be said. “I . . .”
“Yes?” she queried.
“Please don’t use my real name, Countess. Tonight I am
Signor Antonio.”
