It was comfortably warm in the life room and the fire greaves in the grating bathed the room in gold. He was rather comfortably seated in the old over – stuffed wingchair. a cup of tea at his side and the forenoons newspaper on his lap. It was rather apprehensible so that when the buzzer rang. he groaned in surrender and really reluctantly left his nest.
The buzzer rang once more. the individual at the door pluging the toller repeatedly as if there was some urgency to the affair of the visit.
“Oh. alright! Clasp on. will you? I am coming! ” he called irritatedly. travel rapidlying along the hallway. He opened the door. prepared to give whoever was on the other side a good relation off. His words died on his lingua when he saw the little face framed in the all-tag familiar chestnut coil. She smiled tentatively at him and he felt his earlier annoyance return and he scowled.
“What are you making here? ” . he demanded stiffly. doing no move to let her to come in his residence. The soft smiling on her lips faltered and she reached up to brush her hair behind her ears.
“Well. I ……… . . ” She tapered away and frowned badly at him. ‘I see that you have non learned any manners at all. ”
“I do apologise. ” he replied merely as surreptitiously. “I was in the bathroom when they were passing out manners and etiquettes. ”
“Are you non traveling to ask for me in? It is cold out here. Dravian.
“What are you making here? ” he repeated. barricading the room access with his majority and traversing his weaponries across his thorax. “We will speak about it over tea. ” she snapped back and pushed him aside approximately. He scowled at her back as she carefully dusted the snow off her coat and hung it in the cupboard. She turned and caught his oculus. She grinned tauntingly at him and lifted an facile supercilium. “The usual then”
His characteristics settled into a impersonal look and he stared back at her mutely. She laughed and shook her caput and headed for the kitchen. He stood motionless for a minute as a little flicker of disregarded hankering tugged his bosom. He ran a manus distractedly through his dark hair and sighed.
He went to clean up his survey. seting off the scattered books and shuting the drawer of his desk decently. He smiled when he thought back on her exasperation on his half-open shortss. He glanced at the clock and exited the room. shuting the door steadfastly behind him.
Dravian stirred his drink moodily and they both kept their silence. At last he put aside teaspoon and cleared his pharynx. “I presume you wanted to see me for something? ”
She nursed her drink before replying. “I had rather a daze yesterday. Dravian. I know our matrimony has long been over and annulled. but I still have to cognize ; make you truly be after on get marrieding that miss? ”
He sat up straighter in his place. “Marry whom? ” he demanded really surprised. Equally far as he knows he is non engaged to anyone. He did non enjoy being bagged down by a married woman or something similar.
She searched his face. looking surprised. “Heather Biglow. of class! ”
“That mindless turn? You have to be jesting! ”
Cosatte frowned and sipped her Earl Grey once more. “This is all really confusing concern. Dravian. An lawyer visited me last dark and told me” She stopped herself. “I had better show you the missive. ” she said at last and dug into her bag.
He leaned frontward to take the envelope from her and as he did. his fingers brushed hers and it was a upsetting minute for him. He felt the jar of electricity run down his spinal column. He masked his clumsiness by coughing.
Dravian pulled several sheets of paper from within the envelope and began scanning them. His eyes grew steadily wider at each line and at last. he threw the stock onto the tabular array. “An arranged matrimony? ” he spluttered indignantly. his face ruddy. “I can non believe it! ”
“He did it before. “ she said dryly.
He took a steadily breath. Yes. she was right. His male parent had done this before. Mutely. he cursed the old man’s will. His male parent had arranged a matrimony for him. The footings of the contract was simple ; get married the adult female Dravian Senior had chosen or lose the estate.
He grabbed the documents once more and began flicking through them in despair. “There has to be something we can make! ”
He missed the little smiling on Cosette’s lips. “Well. yes. There is one thing… . . ” .
He turned oppugning eyes to her. She pushed back her chair and stood. brushing off the crumbs from her frock before doing her manner over to him. Gently. she pulled the paperss from his trembling fingers. She mutely selected a page and handed it to him. Quickly. he read the page. “What? ” he asked blankly. “Dravian. read this line. It says that you have to get married the adult female your male parent chose for you” .
“Yes ; Heather Biglow. ” he said dourly.
“Her name is non printed here. Think. Dravian. ” she emphasised “think”’ .
“Your male parent was an intelligent adult male and a dreadfully good plotter. “The woman” . Dravian. non “Heather Biglow” .
He stared at her as comprehension downed. She smiled at him and nodded. His male parent had caught him in a similar trap before. Dravian was forced to get married. Dravian Senior had chosen his first married woman. and it was Cosette.
“I did non believe he even liked you. ”