"As for that, it is nothing. I have more than my share of contacts with the men who order these matters, and I may owe one or two of them a few pounds incurred at play. If I owe a man a small debt, he is more inclined to make things go my way, as it shall make me more inclined to pay him. It is nothing more complicated than that."

"I have never before heard that debts of honor could be deployed so effectively," I told him, "but you will have my vote with all my heart."

He smiled and shook my hand and led me back to his party. Hertcomb had been joined by Dennis Dogmill and his sister, and the three of them made some small chatter together. I flatter myself that Miss Dogmill's face brightened upon seeing me.

"Why, it's Mr. Evans, the Tobacco Tory," she said.

"The lover of geese," Dogmill said, with a kind of ease only to be found among those born with wealth. He sounded both furious and calm at the same moment. "For a Tory, you seem to find yourself in Whiggish company often enough."

"In Jamaica, we never fretted so about party," I explained.

"All those years in the sun," Dogmill proposed, "explain your swarthy complexion."

I laughed agreeably, for I thought doing so would anger more than a show of irritation. I even felt an undesired kinship with Melbury in our mutual dislike of this brute. "Yes, in that clime, one cannot be squeamish about the sun or working under it. Many's the day I had to inspect my fields and my laborers in heat that you of this temperate land cannot even imagine."

"Did you not cover yourself," Miss Dogmill asked, "as I have heard men do?"

"The ladies always keep themselves covered," I said, "and so do many men, but I found the feel of the sun on one's body one of the few pleasures the island's clime had to offer, and some days I would strip to my breeches as I made my way about my lands."

I would not have my reader think I spoke so boldly always to ladies, but she had asked her question with an unmistakable twinkle in her eye, and I knew at once that she wished me to further tease her brother. I hardly needed more encouragement, and though she now blushed, she clandestinely winked to show that she had taken no offense.

"Did you also put a bone in your nose like the natives?" Dogmill asked me. "I've been to the colonies many times, to find that in a place where it is often hot enough to cook an egg on the sands of the beach, English rules of propriety often don't apply. But as they apply here, I should inform Mr. Evans, lest he embarra.s.s himself further for his ignorance, that it is not considered polite to speak of stripping to your breeches in the company of ladies."

"Don't be such a blockhead," Miss Dogmill said sweetly.

Her brother, however, turned a bright red, and his ma.s.sive neck began to stiffen with anger. I thought for a moment that he would strike out-at me, at her, I hardly knew. Instead he smiled at her. "A brother can never be said to be a blockhead if he acts out of concern for a sister. I may know a thing or two more things than you, my dear, regarding the rules of propriety-if only because I have been alive for more years than you."

I found that when I stood in Dogmill's company, my mind raced to think of the most stinging reply to anything that ventured from his mouth, but here I could only keep quiet. There was an unexpected kindness in his voice, and I understood that no matter the harshness of his behavior, no matter what crimes with which he had dirtied his hands, no matter the cruelty with which he had struck down Walter Yate and caused me to stand in his stead before the law, he truly cared for his sister. I should have been busy attempting to determine how best to put this weakness to use were I not under the impression that I cared for his sister too.

The band now struck up a new piece. Miss Dogmill looked over my shoulder and observed that the floor was now crowded with dancers, and unless I was mistaken there was a gleam of yearning in her eyes.

"Perhaps, then, I might invite you to dance with me," I proposed.

She did not even look to her brother. She offered me her hand, and I led her out to the dance floor.

"I am afraid Mr. Dogmill is not overly fond of you," she said, as we glided along to a pleasing bit of music.

"I hope that does not make you you disinclined to be overly fond of me," I said. disinclined to be overly fond of me," I said.

"It hasn't yet," she said merrily.

"I am glad to hear that, for I am fond of you already."

"We have only just met. I hope you will not begin your protestations of love before our dance is complete."

"I have said nothing of love. I hardly even know you well enough to like you. But I think I know you well enough to be fond of you."

"What an unusual response. But I must say that I like it. You're very honest, Mr. Evans."

"I endeavor always to be honest," I said guiltily, for I do not believe I had ever in my life been so false to a woman I admired than I was to her, pretending to be a man I was not with means I did not have.

"That may not always serve you well. There has been much talk of you among the ladies, you know. It is far enough along into the season that the arrival of a new man with a fortune to his name is bound to excite interest. If you are honest with all of them, you will not make many friends."

"I think a man can be honest without being unkind."

"I have known very few who were capable of it," she said.

"I think your brother has yet to master that skill."

"You are certainly right there. I don't know why he dislikes you, sir, but I must tell you his behavior toward you is mortifying."

"If that mortification played any role in your agreeing to dance with me, I would gladly endure the barbs of a thousand brothers."

"You are beginning to sound like an untruthful man, sir."

"A dozen brothers, then. No more."

"I do believe you would be more than a match for them, sir."

"Have you lived with your brother alone for long?" I asked, in an effort to change our subject to something more material.

"Oh, yes. My mother died when I was but six years of age, and my father some two years later."

"I am sorry to hear of your early losses. I can only imagine the grief you must have endured."

"At the risk of sounding unfeeling, I must tell you that it occasioned far less grief than you might suppose. My parents were of the habit of sending me off to school from the earliest age and, before that, of leaving me in the care of my nurse night and day. Upon their deaths, I understood that people materially close to me had been taken, but I hardly knew either better, sir, than I know you now."

"Your brother seems some years older than you. I hope he proved a more tender parent."

"Tenderness is not his great strength, but he has been good to me always. I knew nothing of a home life until after our parents died. He continued the practice of keeping me away at school until the school p.r.o.nounced me too old to keep, but I was welcome home during holidays, and Denny was always happy to see me. He even came to visit me at school three or four times a year. After I completed my education, he told me he would set me up with my own home if I wished, but he would prefer that I lived with him. In truth, he was very kind to me once, and I shan't ever forget it."

"Just once?" I asked.

"Well, once particularly. Many times, I suppose, for, if I may be honest with you, I was when I was younger inclined to be fat. Very much so, in fact, and the other girls at my school were cruel to me."

I could scarce believe it, for she had now a shape of very pleasing proportions. "Surely it is now you who is being hurtful to Miss Dogmill."

"No, I was an enormous girl until I was sixteen. Then I became very sick with a fever that put me to bed for more than a month. Every day the doctor despaired of my life, and every day Denny sat by my side and held my hand. He could hardly bring himself to speak, even on those occasions when I spoke to him, but he was there all the same."

I could not join her in admiring a man whose greatest contribution to the world has been to sit in silence by a sister he presumed to be dying, but I did not tell her as much. "Such events can often yield a great closeness," I said dutifully.

"Well, I recovered after some time, and I suppose it was all for the best. I have found I like being of a smaller frame more than I like seedcake. And Denny has been very protective of me ever since. I don't know if I would have chosen to live in the same house with him, had it not been for that dreadful month."

"And have you found sharing a house with him an agreeable arrangement?"

"Oh, mightily agreeable. It is a large enough house that we need not see each other but when we want to. And though Denny may be a fiend in the world of business and a cruel opponent in politics, he is a kind and indulgent brother."

"He is not, then, one of those brothers who wishes to marry off his sister as early as he might conveniently do so?"

"Oh, no. My domestic affairs would be far too much trouble for him to attend. He did make a halfhearted effort to see me married to Mr. Hertcomb, but my brother better than most men knows what a simpleton he is, and though he thought the match might make good political sense, he chose not to force the issue."

"I cannot but feel sorry for Mr. Hertcomb to see so great a prize slip through his fingers."

"I don't believe the prize was ever close to his fingers, but he fancies himself to be quite in love with me, and will occasionally mortify me by making amorous protests that are both absurd and embarra.s.sing. I cannot see why men continue to press their case when a lady has made her position clear. It is the most troublesome thing in the world."

I winced at the memory of my many proposals of marriage to Miriam. "Perhaps a gentleman must ask many times because it is the habit of ladies to be coy."

"Mr. Evans, I believe I have stung you," she said. "Is there some lady who has refused your many proposals? Some mulatto beauty, perhaps, who rebuffed you under a coco tree?"

"I only defend my s.e.x in the face of cruel a.s.sault," I said. "Where shall we men be if we do not offer to take up for one another?"

The music ended, and I saw she was smiling at my quip. "Before I return you to your friends," I ventured, "I must ask you if you would be willing to allow me to call on you at your home."

"You are welcome to call on me, and I will do my best to make you feel at your ease, but I remind you that it is Mr. Dogmill's home too, and he may not be so happy to see you as I."

"I may change his opinion of me yet," I said to her.

She shook her head, and something like sadness darkened her face. "No," she said. "You won't. There is no changing his mind. Not ever, and not for an instant. His stubbornness is the greatest curse of his life."

When we returned to the little gathering, I saw that Mr. Melbury was facing away from me in close conversation with a woman who was blocked almost entirely from my view. I thought nothing of it, but when I grew closer, Melbury turned to me and put a hand on my shoulder.

"Ah, Evans. Here is someone I want you to meet. This is my wife."

When I considered the matter later, I was unable to say why it had never occurred to me that Miriam would be at the a.s.sembly. Certainly it seemed to make sense that she would be there with her husband. But the thought never once came into my head. I had grown so used to not seeing her that the idea of a face-to-face encounter would have struck me as being on the verge of an absurdity.

Miriam held out her hand to me, but she hardly even looked me full in the face and by no means recognized me. She might never have done so-she would have given my face a casual glance and forgotten it even before she had seen it-had I not stared most inappropriately, almost daring her to meet my eyes. Why should I have done such a thing? Why would I not have allowed us to pa.s.s and be done with it? I cannot say for certain. In part, it was surely because I wanted her to see me. I wanted her to face what had become of me. But there were more practical reasons too, I believe. It was far better that she recognize me now and that I be there to monitor her reaction. What if she should wake up in the middle of the night and suddenly realize who this man was who had been deceiving her husband? Once out of my sight and out of my control, she might become the greatest threat imaginable to my masquerade.

So I looked at her hard and without blinking until she looked back. She appeared to notice nothing unusual but then, after an instant, her lips quivered and then parted. She began to say something, but then she merely smiled crookedly. "How nice to meet you, Mr. Evans. My husband tells me you are very capable of handling the Whig ruffians."

I nearly blushed at her reference to my little fiction. No doubt she now believed I had brought all of my pugilist's skills to bear in the rescue of her husband, though she was perhaps curious about the coincidence. Nevertheless, I a.s.sured myself, Miriam had more than once seen me act quickly when the London streets turned dangerous, and I did not believe she could have suspected the truth behind that incident. "I merely encouraged some low fellows to move along," I said.

"How-" She stopped and stared at me for a moment, as though imploring me for help. But she must have seen that there would be none coming, so she began again. "How are you liking England?"

"I like it very much," I a.s.sured her.

"Mr. Evans is that rarest of creatures," her husband said to her with a happy little smile, "a Tory tobacco man." It was the warm, syrupy smile of a man who loves his wife. I should have liked to have struck him in the face with a hammer.

"A Tory tobacco man," Miriam repeated. "I should never have known."

An awkward pause formed and I knew not what to do, so I did perhaps the most incorrect thing imaginable. I turned to Melbury. "Sir," I said, "might I impose upon your good nature and ask your wife to dance with me?"

He stared at me in astonishment, but he could not very well deny my request. "Of course," he said, "if she is feeling up to it. She did not feel well earlier." He turned to her. "Do you feel like dancing, Mary?"

I suspected that Melbury had made up this lie on the spot to give Miriam a way out, but I knew she would not take it. "I am well," she said quietly.

He smiled his politician's smile. "Then by all means."

And so we were off on the dance floor.

We danced I don't know how long before either of us found the courage to speak. I could not say what the dance meant to her, but I found it the strangest thing to hold her in my arms, to smell her scent, to hear her breath. I could, for a mere instant at a time, convince myself that this was not a fleeting moment but my real life and that Miriam was mine. Suddenly, Elias's proposal that I flee the country appealed to me. I could take Miriam with me. We would go to the United Provinces where my brother lived quite well as a merchant. And then Miriam and I could dance every day if we wished.

But I could not entertain this fantastical notion for long. I would not flee from this country. And I knew Miriam would not flee with me.

I felt the pain of not being able to cling to my illusion for more than an instant, so I said perhaps not the kindest thing in the world. I said, "Mary?"

She did not look up. "It is what he calls me."

"I suppose the name Miriam Miriam sounds too Hebrew for his taste." sounds too Hebrew for his taste."

"I cannot endure to have you judge me," she hissed. And then, in a somewhat kinder voice, "What are you doing here?"

"I am attempting to restore my good name," I said.

"By insinuating yourself into my husband's life? Why?"

"It is complicated. It is best I don't say more."

"You won't say more?" she repeated. "You must know that I will have to tell all of this to him."

It took all of my strength to keep dancing, to keep acting as though nothing had changed. "You cannot tell him."

"Can you imagine I have a choice in it? He is standing for Parliament. I had thought it pa.s.sing odd that your name should begin to be a.s.sociated with his party in the papers, but now I understand it is but some scheme of yours. You may plot what you like, but if your deception should be revealed, the scandal will ruin him, and I will not permit it. Can you think to involve him in your business of mutilating judges and murdering evidence brokers?"

"I did with that judge no more than I had to and no more than he deserved. And I hope you know me well enough to understand that I've murdered no one. As for my connection to your husband's party, if you think I have arranged to become a Tory hero, you give me more credit than I deserve. I have become so because the judge who sentenced me against reason is a Whig of some importance. I have done nothing to encourage the notoriety that now follows me but decline to remain in prison."

"That will hardly help Mr. Melbury if it is learned that he has become the particular friend of an outlaw."

"I don't give a fig for Mr. Melbury or his scandal. If you tell him who I am, do you know what will happen? He will be obliged to turn me in to the courts. I did not escape from Newgate because the accommodations were not to my liking. I escaped because they intended to hang me by my neck until I died, and if I am recaptured that is precisely what will happen. You seem mightily concerned about Mr. Melbury's reputation and not nearly concerned enough about my life."

She said nothing for a few minutes. "I had not thought of that," she said. "Why have you put me in this position? Why did you have to come here?"

"I promise you I never intended to make things awkward for you. All I want is to find out who killed Walter Yate and who arranged for the judge to all but order the jury to find me guilty. Once I learn these things and can prove them, I can have my life returned to me. Until then, I will do what I must."

"I don't understand why what you must do involves pa.s.sing the time with Griffin Melbury."

"You needn't understand," I said.

"If you are working against him, I shall never forgive you."

"Do you think you might cease thinking of me so skeptically? I will tell you this much, if it will put your mind at ease. My true enemy is Dennis Dogmill-I know that with near certainty. If I can use your husband to get what I want from Dogmill, I will do so. That he will surely benefit from my efforts is but a consequence. I tell you, I mean him no harm."

"I believe you. I wish I could believe, however, that your meaning him no harm means that you will allow no harm to come to him."

"I will not value his well-being over my own, Miriam, even though he be important to you."

"Do not call me that. It is not proper."