Love Is Blind Part 20

Adrian felt the blood boil through his body, but it was John Crambray who answered. Stepping up to Adrian's side, he glared at his wife with a show of true dislike. "She has been poisoned. And since you are the only person I know who hates her enough to do such a thing, I would not look so smug. It will be you who hangs if she dies."

CHAPTER SIXTEEN.

Clarissa opened her eyes slowly and peered at the empty bed beside her. Apparently, Adrian had already awoken and left. This was unusual. Generally, if he woke up first, he would stir her awake with kisses and caresses. It was a lovely way to start each day.

Though, Clarissa supposed, today she would not have enjoyed it as much as usual; she was feeling a bit weary, and for some reason her throat and tummy were sore. Hoping she wasn't coming down with something, Clarissa released a little sigh and rolled onto her back, then nearly screamed at the sight of the wrinkled old face leaning over her.

"Kibble." She gasped, clutching the linens and blankets to her chest and staring at him, wide-eyed. "What-"

"How are you feeling?" the buder interrupted calmly.

"I..." Clarissa blinked, her mind now fully awake and beginning to function. The last thing she recalled was lying down to rest in the late afternoon, but the light in the room suggested it was early to mid-afternoon now. Frowning, she explored her mind, poking at half memories and disjointed recollections of Mrs. Longbottom and Kibble holding her up and murmuring soothingly as she was sick.

"I was ill," she said slowly.

"Yes," Kibble acknowledged.

"You and Mrs. Longbottom looked after me."

"Along with the rest of the staff," Kibble said quietly. "We were all quite concerned, my lady."

"Oh." Clarissa frowned. "What happened? Was it a flu?"

"What do you recall?" the buder asked.

Clarissa bit her lip and thought back. "I came to my room to escape Lydi-I mean, for a litde privacy," she interrupted herself quickly. While her stepmother was a trial, Clarissa would not speak of that to servants. She had been glad that her fadier and husband got along well, and had been happy when they'd ridden out together; unfortunately, it had left Lydia behind to torment her with sly comments about what a trial her marriage bed must be, and how horrified Clarissa would be when she finally saw her husband's ugly face-if he ever allowed her to have spectacles again. He might just keep her blind, her stepmother suggested.

Holding her temper and keeping her secret diat she already owned spectacles, Clarissa had escaped to her room to read. She'd blocked both doors as usual, and setded down with a book. Clarissa didn't tell Kibble this part, however. She was still reluctant to reveal her gla.s.ses.

"I came to my room to rest for a bit," Clarissa said "There was a slice of pie on my bedside table."

"You did not bring it up yourself?" Kibble asked.

"No. I thought perhaps Frederick had left it for me. He seems always to be trailing me around and bringing me small gifts." She shrugged. "I was not hungry, but was loath to hurt his feelings by ignoring it, so I took a couple of bites."

"Thank G.o.d you were not hungry," Kibble murmured with a sigh, and Clarissa glanced at him in surprise.

"Why?"

Kibble hesitated and then said, "Never mind. Please finish telling me what happened."

Clarissa considered insisting he explain, but then decided she would find out in a moment and shrugged. "That is it. I had a couple of bites and then relaxed on die bed. I recall that my stomach started to hurt, so I decided to sleep. I thought a litde nap might set it to rights."

Kibble was silent for a moment and then suddenly held something up. Clarissa couldn't at first tell what it was. When he perched them on her nose, she realized it was her spectacles.

"They were caught in the blankets when I moved you," he announced. "As was a book from the library."

Clarissa bit her lip, warily eyeing him, but the butler's face was expressionless, neither accusatory nor angry. "This is why you were blocking the door," he said. "Lord Mowbray does not know you have these."

It wasn't really a question, but Clarissa responded as if it were. "No. He does not know." She hung her head. Kibble nodded. "How long have you had them?" "Since the day before the wedding," she admitted in a small voice.

"I suspected this when you kept slipping away to your room," Kibble told her. "It made no sense to me that you had money of your own and had not used some to replace your spectacles."

"I could not at first! Not at home. Lydia was con-standy with me. But I slipped out to get them the day before the wedding while at the dressmaker's with Lady Mowbray," Clarissa admitted.

Kibble nodded. "Why have you not told Adrian?"

Clarissa noted the lack of proper t.i.tle in the servant's reference to her husband, but knew the two men had a special relations.h.i.+p, almost that of a father and son, so she was not too surprised. She was not eager to answer his question.

When she remained silent, Kibble asked, "Is it because you have seen your husband clearly with them and find him repulsive? Did you wish not to have to look on your husband?"

Again, there was no judgment or condemnation in his tone, but Clarissa was horrified.

"No! Of course not," she cried. "Adrian is beautiful. His scar hardly affects his looks at all. He has the deep est, most beautiful brown eyes, and the sweetest lips, and..."

Realizing what she was saying, Clarissa paused and felt a blush course up over her skin.

'You love him," Kibble said with satisfaction.

"Yes. I believe I do," she admitted shyly.

With her spectacles on, Clarissa had no difficulty seeing the smile that now transformed the buder's face. Kibble obviously loved Adrian as well, and was pleased to know his wife cared for him.

They smiled at each other for a moment; then Kib- ble frowned and asked, "But why are you hiding your spectacles from him?" When Clarissa bit her lip and avoided his gaze, he said, "Is it for his sake?"

'Yes," she answered unhappily-though it was really for both their sakes. Clarissa did not wish for him to have to look on her in ugly spectacles, but also, should he find her ugly, she did not wish to lose what little bit of his affection she had gained.

Kibble frowned. "But do you not understand it would touch him more to know that you can actually see him and still love him than to let him think you do not know what he looks like?"

Confused, Clarissa lifted her gaze to his face. "What?" Kibble frowned, then asked, "Are you not hiding your spectacles so that he is not uncomfortable under your gaze?"

"Him uncomfortable under my gaze?" she asked with bewilderment. "No. Why would he be uncomfortable under my gaze? I love him just as he is. I think he is handsome and smart and sweet and-"

"Then why do you not wear them and tell him so?" Kibble interrupted.

Clarissa blinked, thinking the butler must be slow. Taking pity on him, she explained, "Because the spectacles make me ugly."

Kibble blinked in surprise, and it was his turn to ask, "What?"

Clarissa sighed. "Lydia says that they make me ugly. And when Lady Mowbray heard that my spare pair of spectacles had been broken, she said that Adrian would be relieved. I fear he would not find me attractive in them."

Kibble jerked back as if she'd hit him. He stared at her with a stunned expression, then said, "You refuse to wear the spectacles because you fear Adrian will not find you attractive."

'Yes," Clarissa acknowledged miserably. She stiffened when the buder suddenly burst out laughing. Scowling, she snapped, "What is so funny?"

"Oh, my lady, if you only knew," he got out between gasps of breath and howling mirth. "Oh, the two of you are so precious. Each so in love, and afraid of rejection from the other."

Clarissa glowered, not at all happy with the man's amus.e.m.e.nt.

"Oh, dear."

Clarissa turned to find Lady Mowbray filling the doorway, an exasperated expression on her face. Shaking her head, she moved into the room to join them. "I apologize, but I was eavesdropping in the hall. Clarissa, I fear you misunderstood me."

"Lady Mowbray," Clarissa said with surprise. "When did you get here?"

"About an hour ago," Adrian's mother admitted. "I decided to visit and see how you and my son were getting along. I would have been here last night, but one of the carriage wheels broke. We had to stay at an inn overnight while it was repaired."

She draped herself over the empty side of the bed and patted Clarissa's hand. "Had I known you were ailing, I would have found a hack and carried on."

"There was no need. I am fine," Clarissa murmured, but she was touched by the a.s.surance.

"No, my dear. It is quite obvious you are not fine," Lady Mowbray countered. 'You have been working under a misunderstanding."

Clarissa's eyebrows rose. "A misunderstanding, my lady?"

Adrian's mother opened her mouth, then paused. When she did speak, Clarissa was sure the words were not what she'd originally intended to say.

"I would be very pleased if you would call me Mother, Clarissa. I have always wanted a daughter, but could not have any more children after Adrian. I would be happy to fill the hole left behind by your mother's death, if I might. I gather Lydia is not... well, she has never had children of her own, so perhaps is not the best for the job," she said charitably.

Smiling, Clarissa squeezed the woman's hand holding hers and whispered, "Thank you... Mother."

Lady Mowbray beamed, her eyes overbright with what Clarissa suspected to be a light glazing of tears. But before they could say anything else, Kibble cleared his throat.

Once he had their attention, he suggested, "Perhaps you could explain this misunderstanding, Lady Mowbray, so that Lady Clarissa does understand and can work toward fixing things?"

"Yes, of course." The woman sighed, then squeezed Clarissa's hand again. "My dear girl, when I said that Adrian would be relieved to hear that your spectacles were broken, it was not because he does not like them or would find you less attractive in them. It was because he fears that once you have spectacles, you will not be attracted to him any longer."

"What? Why would he think a thing like that?" Clarissa asked with surprise.

"His scar, dear," Lady Mowbray answered.

"Oh, pish-posh," Clarissa muttered with a wave that ill.u.s.trated the level of importance her husband's scar held for her. "He is lovely even with it. Why, goodness-without it, it must have been almost painful to look on him!"

Lady Mowbray nodded and admitted, "He was as beautiful as any Greek G.o.d. As beautiful as an angel. And he still is, in my opinion. But..." She sighed. "The ladies of the ton demand perfection in all things, and look on him as a fallen angel."

Clarissa found her eyes narrowing with anger. "Of course, at first the wound was much worse. He attended court direcdy afterward, while he was still swollen and scabbed. That did distort his face a good deal at the time, and the ladies of the ton -ever determined to prove their 'delicacy'-fainted at the sight of him." She made a disgusted face. "It started with young Louise Frampton. She had carried a tendre for Adrian for years, and was truly distressed and did faint when she saw what the battle did to him. But no one had warned her ahead of time, and she was also laced too tightly." Lady Mowbray added dryly, "Our Louise was a bit on the largish side, and when she heard that Adrian had returned, she had her maid st.i.tch her up tight. The poor girl felt an idiot afterward for fainting, then felt even worse when she heard that other girls had taken to doing it to prove they were as delicate as she." "Oh, dear," Clarissa murmured. Lady Mowbray nodded sadly. She added, "I know something happened with Lady Johnson as well, though I am not sure what, but it all worked to send him home. Adrian packed up and returned to Mowbray at once. And he stayed here." She peered sadly into the past. "No matter how often I or Mary visited and told him his scar was much improved and he should return to society, Adrian would not listen. Finally I realized that I would have to get tougher with him, else he would stay out here and never leave. I began to nag."

Clarissa bit her lip to keep back the amused smile that wanted to claim her lips. Lady Mowbray had made the announcement with a shudder of horror that bespoke how she felt about having to nag.

"And I was unrelenting until he finally gave in and attended court this year."

"I am most grateful you did," Clarissa said firmly, squeezing the woman's hand. "Else I never should have met him."

Lady Mowbray smiled. "This is true. Had I not nagged him into going to London this year, the two of you might never have met."

'Yes." Clarissa frowned as she considered the possibility: never meeting him, never dancing with him, never kissing him, never... Why, she might be married to Prudhomme this very minute, she realized, and probably ready to throw herself off a cliff! She shuddered at the very idea of the wrinkly old man touching her in the ways Adrian did. Dear G.o.d!

"Well," Lady Mowbray murmured. "Let me do one more thing and instruct you now to let him see that you have spectacles. He needs to know that you can see him and still love him. And you need to see that he will love you with or without spectacles." Adrian's mother patted her hand, then got gracefully back to her feet. "Now, I should go along to my room. And we shall keep this little visit between ourselves. Somehow I do not think my son would be pleased to learn that I saw and spoke to you before he did. He has apparently been up pacing the salon all night, waiting and worrying."

Clarissa's eyebrows flew up at this news and she glanced at Kibble in question.

The butler's bulldog features s.h.i.+fted into a grimace, and he nodded. "I forced his lords.h.i.+p to leave while we tended to you, Lady Clarissa. He-of course-did not wish to go, but he was questioning my every order and just generally getting in the way. I had to be firm." Clarissa's eyes widened. She was surprised to know anyone could make Adrian do something he did not wish to do.

"However," Kibble continued, "I also promised to fetch him if there was a change. I shall get him now, but first would like to say that Lady Mowbray is right. You should really tell him that you know what he looks like, and that you love him the way he is. The man is as self-conscious of his looks as are you with your spectacles."

Kibble escorted Lady Mowbray from the room, leaving Clarissa in a quandary. Was it true? Had she been going without her sight for nothing?

Clarissa frowned over the matter. The very fact that Adrian had not mentioned her getting new spectacles had convinced her she had read the situation correctly, and that he did not think they would look good on her. However, his mother and Kibble had cast a new light on the matter. If what they said was true, her husband was self-conscious of his own looks.

She shook her head. Scar or no scar, Adrian was the handsomest man of the ton. Clarissa found it hard to believe he did not realize how attractive he was. He seemed so confident and commanding all the time.... Clarissa's thoughts scattered when the door to her room started to open. Out of habit she s.n.a.t.c.hed off her spectacles and slid them under her pillow. She was so used to hiding them, she did not even think twice about it.

"Clarissa."

She recognized her husband as he entered and strode across the room. It seemed to her that his entire being screamed of worry.

A second man entered behind him, then another, and while Clarissa thought the second man was her father, she had no idea about the third. Adrian dropped against the side of her bed and scooped her against his chest.

"Thank G.o.d you are all right," he said, hugging her tightly and stroking her hair. "We have been worried sick."

"Yes, we have," her father said, and she felt his hand rub her back. "We were up all night waiting for you to wake up."

"I am sorry to have worried you so," Clarissa murmured, hugging Adrian back and reaching for her father's hand.

"Nay. 'Tis not your fault." Both men spoke at once, and all three of them smiled; then Adrian released Clarissa and sat back to peer into her face. He was close enough that she could see the lines of worry around his eyes.

"We knew by about midnight you would survive, but Kibble could not tell us if you would wake up with all your faculties still in place, or if your mind would be damaged somehow."

"Oh." Clarissa managed a smile. "I think my faculties are fine."

Adrian smiled and kissed her gently on the nose.

"We are glad vou are well," the third man said.

Clarissa frowned, dunking she recognized the voice, but unable at first to place it.

"Do you think you could tell us what happened?" he added.

Her eyes widened. "Mr. Hadley," Clarissa said with surprise as his name suddenly clicked into place. "Whatever are you doing here?"

"I sent for him," Adrian said. "He arrived an hour ago."

"Oh."