Judith McNaught Quote

Straightening reluctantly, she strolled about the room with forced nonchalance, her hands clasped behind her back, looking blindly at the cobwebs in the corner of the ceiling, trying to think what to say. And then inspiration struck. The solution was demeaning but practical, and properly presented, it could appear she was graciously doing him a favor. She paused a moment to arrange her features into what she hoped was the right expression of enthusiasm and compassion, then she wheeled around abruptly. Mr. Thornton! Her voice seemed to explode in the room at the same time his startled amber gaze riveted on her face, then drifted down her bodice, roving boldly over her ripened curves. Unnerved but determined, Elizabeth forged shakily ahead: It appears as if no one has occupied this house in quite some time.I commend you on that astute observation, lady Cameron, Ian mocked lazily, watching the tension and emotion play across her expressive face. For the life of him he could not understand what she was doing here or why she seemed to be trying to ingratiate herself this morning. Last night the explanation he’d given Jake had made sense; now, looking at her, he couldn’t quite believe any of it. Then he remembered that Elizabeth Cameron had always robbed him of the ability to think rationally.Houses do have a way of succumbing to dirt when no one looks after them, she stated with a bright look.Another creditable observation. You’ve certainly a quick mind.Must you make this so very difficult! Elizabeth exclaimed.I apologize, he said with mocking gravity. Do go on. You were saying?Well, I was thinking, since we’re quite stranded here-Lucinda and I, I mean-with absolutely but time on our hands, that this house could certainly use a woman’s touch.Capital idea! burst out Jake, returning from his mission to locate the butter and casting a highly hopeful look at Lucinda.He was rewarded with a glare from her that could have pulverized rock. It could use an army of servants carrying shovels and wearing masks on their faces, the duenna countered ruthlessly.You needn’t help, Lucinda, Elizabeth explained, aghast. I never meant to imply you should. But I could! I- She whirled around as Ian Thornton surged to his feet and took her elbow in a none-too-gentle grasp.Lady Cameron, he said. I think you and I have something to discuss that may be better spoken in private. Shall we?He gestured to the open door and then practically dragged her along in his wake. Outdoors in the sunlight he marched her forward several paces, then dropped her arm. Let’s hear it, he said.Hear what? Elizabeth said nervously.An explanation-the truth, if you’re capable of it. Last night you drew a gun on me, and this morning you’re awash with excitement over the prospect over the prospect of cleaning my house. I want to know why.Well, Elizabeth burst out in defense of her actions with the gun, you were disagreeable!I am disagreeable, he pointed out shortly, ignoring Elizabeth’s raised brows. haven’t changed. I am not the one who’s suddenly oozing goodwill this morning.Elizabeth turned her head to the lane, trying desperately to think of an explanation that wouldn’t reveal to him her humiliating circumstances.The silence is deafening, Lady Cameron, and somewhat surprising. As I recall, the last time we met you could scarcely contain all the edifying information you were trying to impart to me. Elizabeth knew he was referring to her monologue on the history of hyacinths in the greenhouse. I just don’t know where to begin, she admitted.Let’s stick to the salient points. What are you doing here?