Judith McNaught Quote

They won’t do it, Ian, Jordan Townsende said the night after Ian was released on his own recognizance. Pacing back and forth across Ian’s drawing room, he said again, They will not do it.They’ll do it, Ian said dispassionately. The words were devoid of concern; not even his eyes showed interest. Days ago Ian had passed the point of caring about the investigation. Elizabeth was gone; there had been no ransom note, nothing whatever-no reason in the world to continue believing that she’d been taken against her will. Since Ian knew damned well he hadn’t killed her or had her abducted, the only remaining conclusion was that Elizabeth had left him for someone else.The authorities were still vacillating about the other man she’d allegedly met in the arbor because the gardener’s eyesight had been proven to be extremely poor, and even he admitted that it might have been tree limbs moving around her in the dim light, instead of a man’s arms. Ian, however, did not doubt it. The existence of a lover was the only thing that made sense; he had even suspected it the night before she disappeared. She hadn’t wanted him in her bed; if anything but a lover had been worrying her that night, she’d have sought the protection of his arms, even if she didn’t confide in him. But had been the last thing she’d wanted.No, he hadn’t actually it-that would have been more pain than he could have endured then. Now, however, he not only suspected it, he knew it, and the pain was beyond anything he’d ever imagined existed.I tell you they won’t bring you to trial, Jordan repeated. Do you honestly think they will? he demanded, looking first to Duncan and then to the Duke of Stanhope, who were seated in the drawing room. In answer, both men raised dazed, pain-filled eyes to Jordan’s, shook their heads in an effort to seem decisive, then looked back down at their hands.Under English law Ian was entitled to a trial before his peers; since he was a British lord, that meant he could only be tried in the House of Lords, and Jordan was clinging to that as if it were Ian’s lifeline.You aren’t the first man among us to have a spoiled wife turn missish on him and vanish for a while in hopes of bringing him to heel, Jordan continued, desperately trying to make it seem as if Elizabeth were merely sulking somewhere-no doubt unaware that her husband’s reputation had been demolished and that his very life was going to be in jeopardy. They aren’t going to convene the whole damn House of Lords just to try a beleaguered husband whose wife has taken a start, he continued fiercely. Hell, half the lords in the House can’t control their wives. Why should you be any different?Alexandra looked up at him, her eyes filled with misery and disbelief. Like Ian, she knew Elizabeth wasn’t indulging in a fit of the sullens. Unlike Ian, however, she could not and would not believe her friend had taken a lover and run away.Ian’s butler appeared in the doorway, a sealed message in his hand, which he handed to Jordan. Who knows? Jordan tried to joke as he opened it. Maybe this is from Elizabeth-a note asking me to intercede with you before she dares present herself to you.His smile faded abruptly.What is it? Alex cried, seeing his haggard expression.Jordan crumpled the summons in his hand and turned to Ian with angry regret. They’re convening the House of Lords.It’s good to know, Ian said with cold indifference as he pushed out of his chair and started for his study, that I’ll have one friend and one relative there.