“As it is I don’t plan to stay the entire Season. I’m returning to Northumberland in a few weeks’ time and plan to spend the autumn and winter at my hunting lodge in Scotland.”

“That sounds dreadfully remote,” Jane said.

“And cold,” Daphne added.

“It is both,” Lord Berkeley agreed. “And that’s exactly why I enjoy it.”

“Lord Berkeley,” Daphne said. “I am just now about to go in search of Captain Cavendish. Have you seen him this evening?”

“I believe he’s in Lord Mountbank’s box.”

“Would you escort me there, please?”

Jane squeezed her reticule so tightly her fingers ached. Now Daphne wanted to leave? “Daphne, I don’t think—”

“You don’t mind keeping Mr. Upton company, do you, Jane? Whilst we visit Captain Cavendish? Please?” For a moment Jane wondered if she was helping Daphne or if Daphne was tricking her into spending time with Upton. At any rate, it would be beyond rude to say that she minded. Instead, she nodded tersely, sat back down, and faced the theater.

“Thank you for staying with Jane, Mr. Upton,” Daphne said with her usual friendly smile. “And for escorting me, Lord Berkeley.” The viscount held out his arm and Daphne wrapped her small one around it.

A moment later, the two had gone, and Jane was forced to concentrate on keeping her disobedient leg from shaking. She stared into the crowded theater completely unseeing.

“Do you mind if I sit?” came Upton’s even voice.

She turned her head slightly to the side but her gaze did not follow. “Not at all.”

“Thank you.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she watched as Garrett pushed up his black coattails and took the seat next to hers. She couldn’t turn to face him. What could they possibly say to each other? Discussing the weather seemed asinine, and discussing the play was covered territory. What else was there? Perhaps silence was the best policy. Apparently Upton didn’t agree.

“How is your ankle?”

“Recovered, thank you.”

“And your cat?”

“The cat is quite well. Her kittens too.”

“Glad to hear it.” She heard him take a deep breath. “I assume you were also told that we were duped?”

Jane didn’t take her gaze off the far wall. “Duped?”

“Yes, Claringdon informed me that while we were at the house party Cass told me that you fancied me while Lucy told you the same.”

Jane nodded once. “Yes, Lucy told me.”

Upton’s voice was unironic. “Seems I’ve finally fallen victim to my cousin’s penchant for trouble.”

“That’s a pretty way to say ‘lies.’”

“They were indeed lies.” He paused. “Are you angry with Lucy?”

“Lucy cannot help herself. Any more than you can.”

His head snapped to the side to face her. “What is that supposed to mean?”