Page:The Great Roxhythe - Georgette Heyer.pdf/167

"He is in Paris because he is in love with Madame. What else would you like to know?"

Some of the worried lines were smoothed from Ashley's forehead.

"Is that true?"

The colour was mounting to Christopher's cheeks. His eyes sparkled dangerously.

"I am not in the habit of lying, my lord."

"No, no," soothed Ashley. "I know you at least are honest. And I know you are no plotter. Well, well! You then can vouch for what you tell me?"

"Yes, I can!” cried Christopher, carried away. "My lord is at Madame's feet! That is his reason for going so frequently to Paris! None other!"

"I may have been wrong."

"Do you suspect everyone of plotting, sir?"

"Everyone!" replied Ashley, quickly. "Everyone!"

"Even Roxhythe!" Christopher laughed derisively. "Why, I tell you no thought is farther from his head!" He spoke with unbounded confidence. Ashley read the transparent honesty in his eyes, and leant back in his chair.

"And you know him as well as anyone, I suppose. Oh, do not be angry, Chris! It is part of my office to guard against possible intrigue. You say Roxhythe is in love with Madame. I had not thought of that. Yes, it is very likely. He must ever be in love with some woman." He sneered.

"Suppose we talk of something else?" suggested Christopher, controlling the fury in his voice.

Ashley leant forward.

"Ah, Chris! Don't speak like that! I had no thought to offend you. I wish you so well."

Christopher was mollified.

"I am not offended, my lord. Indeed, I am sorry if I spoke rudely. But I do not relish adverse criticism of my Lord Roxhythe."

"Then we are friends, Chris?"

Christopher took his outstretched hand.