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expanded with his career.”<br />
“I have a question, Ma’am,” Davy said. It was the first time he’d spoken since dinner.<br />
“I’d imagine you all have any number of questions,” Geraldine said with a snort of<br />
amusement. “But what is yours?”<br />
“Meaning no disrespect, ma’am, but do you think it is possible…I mean, seeing as how<br />
they were on the same ship together when you met, coming back from England at the same time… and<br />
then haste of the…with her husband barely dead…I don’t know quite how to say it, ma’am, but when<br />
you look at the sequence…”<br />
“You’re asking if it were possible that Anthony’s true affection was directed toward<br />
Rose all along?” Geraldine said. “That poor Roland was a cuckold, that I was their cover, and that<br />
Anthony’s professed loyalty to his captain was really just an excuse to stay close to the wife? Of<br />
course it is possible. It was, in fact, the first thought that occurred to me when I got Anthony’s letter<br />
all those years ago.”<br />
Trevor was ashamed that this particular theory – which sounded so plausible when<br />
clothed in Geraldine’s plain language – had not occurred to him. It had been neither his first thought<br />
nor his fifth. And judging by the expressions around the shadowy table, neither Emma, Tom, nor<br />
Rayley had imagined it as well. Painful to think that among them, only Geraldine and Davy were<br />
clear-headed enough to see through the haze of romance and adventure to the tawdry possibilities<br />
beneath.<br />
Emma recovered first. “Speaking of Anthony’s letter,” she said. “The second one,<br />
yesterday’s, was addressed to the ‘Bride of Rosemoral.’ Why should he call you such a thing?”<br />
“A silly spasm of pride,” Geraldine said. “Despite the fact he presented it as mere duty,<br />
being tossed over for Rose was a blow. I wrote him back that I too was about to be married and spun<br />
quite an elaborate tale around the event, even going so far as to suggest the Queen and Prince Albert<br />
would be in attendance. And I believe I may, in my foolishness, have signed this fanciful missive<br />
‘The Bride of Rosemoral.’ Strange he would remember that now, after so long. Perhaps he did it to<br />
mock me. After all, if he followed my history even half as avidly as I followed his, he would know<br />
that I remain Geraldine Bainbridge.”<br />
“I can’t think why he’d mock you,” Tom said. “Especially when requesting your help.”<br />
“And that’s the real issue here, is it not?” Trevor asked. “Putting aside the man’s<br />
audacity in even asking, what the devil sort of assistance does he expect you to provide?”<br />
“Money?” Geraldine said archly. “Everyone always seems to need a little more of that<br />
in times of trouble. British council for his defense, I’d imagine? An investigation, almost certainly. I<br />
shall ask him, of course, when I get there.”<br />
Another silence fell around the table. Not a pleasant, reflective silence, but the sort of<br />
nervous, anticipatory silence that precedes a gunshot, or a storm.<br />
“Get there?” Tom finally asked warily.<br />
“Travel to India, even now,” Rayley broke in, “can be extraordinarily-“<br />
“Geraldine, you don’t truly-“ Trevor began.<br />
“Well of course I must go, darlings,” Geraldine said. “Anthony will find no justice in<br />
Bombay, not unless someone somewhere stirs to help him. We all know that.”<br />
“But you owe this man nothing,” Trevor sputtered. “Less than nothing.”<br />
“You asked for the basic facts of our story,” Geraldine said, a trifle sharply. “And the<br />
basics were precisely what I gave you. But matters of the heart are never so simple as they might<br />
seem to those on the outside, looking in.” She glanced around the table, at the shadowy forms of the