The Duke of Jervaulx was brilliant and dangerous. Considered dissolute, reckless, and extravagant, he was transparently referred to as the ′D of J′ in scandal sheets, where he and his various exploits featured with frequency. But sometimes the most womanising rake can be irresistible, and even his most casual attentions fascinated the sheltered Maddy Timms, quiet daughter of a simple mathematician.
"I've yet to fathom it. No doubt I never will. How canst thou expect any real consideration from a person of his -- " Archimedea Timms paused, searching for a suitable word. " -- his ilk, Papa?"
"Wilt thou pour me a cup of tea, Maddy?" her father asked, in just the sort of amiable voice that left one with no room to start an effective argument.
"He is a duke, for one thing," she said over her shoulder, a parting shot as she marched through the back dining room to locate Geraldine, since the parlor bell was in disorder. The time it took to find the maidservant, see water drawn and set to boil, and return to the parlor was not enough to make her forget the sequence of her thoughts. "A duke can scarcely be supposed to care seriously for such matters -- the square is above thy left hand -- as must be perfectly clear when his integration has not been prepared for the past week."
"Thou shouldst not be impatient, Maddy. This sort ofthing must be done with infinite care. He is taking his time. I admire him for it." Her father's searching fingers found the carved wooden numeral two and slid it into place as an exponent of s.
"He is not taking his time, nor a bit of care. He is out and about the town, engaged in creaturely socializing. He has not the smallest regard for thy credit, nor his own."
Her father smiled, gazing straight ahead as he searchedout a multiplication sign and added it to the sequence ofwooden letters and numbers on the red baize tablecloth infront of him, his fingers floating over the blocks to checkeach by touch. "Knowest thou certain sure about the creaturely socializing, Maddy?"
"One has only to read the papers. There is not a worldlyfunction which he has not attended this entire spring. Andyour joint treatise scheduled to be introduced on Third Dayevening! I shall have to be the one to cancel it, I know, for he won't think of it. President Milner will be most aggravated, and rightly so, for who is to take Jervaulx's place at the podium?"
"Thou shalt write the equations upon the slate, and I shall be there to answer questions."
"If Friend Milner will allow it," she said broodingly."He'll say that it's most irregular."
"No one will mind. We delight in thy presence everymonth, Maddy. Thou hast always been welcome to attend.Friend Milner himself once told me that a lady's face brightens the meeting rooms considerable."
"Of course I attend. Should I let thee go alone?" Shelooked up at the maidservant as the girl brought in the tray. Geraldine set the tea down, and Maddy poured her father a cup, touching his hand and guiding it gently to the saucer and handle. His fingers were pale and soft from all the years of indoor work, his face still unlined in spite of his age. There had always been an air of abstraction about him, even before he'd lost his sight. Truthfully, the set habits of his life had not changed so much after the illness that had blinded him years ago, except that now he leaned on Maddy's arm when he went for his daily walk or to the monthly meetings of the Analytical Society and used carved blocks and dictation in his mathematics instead of his own pen.
"Thou'lt call on the duke again today about the differentials?" he asked.
Maddy made a face, safe to do so when Geraldine hadleft. "Yes, Papa," she said, keeping her vexation from hervoice with an effort. "I'll call on the duke again."
The first thing Christian thought of when he woke was the unfinished integration. He threw back the covers, evicting Cass and Devil from the bed, and shook his hand vigorously, trying to rid himself...