"You may go upstairs, thank you, Nurse," the duchesse said mildly. "And close the parlor door, if you please." She waited until the nurse had shut the door with an offended rattle. Then she broke into an impish smile. "I fear she is very much… shocked… at this household."
"I'd better speak to her directly," Trev said, seeing a chance of escape. "We can't afford to lose such an excellent woman." He turned toward the door, ignoring Callie's clinging hand and accusing look at his desertion.
"Seigneur!" His mother stopped him. "I believe that I can soothe her… pelt-or is it feathers?"
"Feathers, ma'am," Callie said in a small voice.
"Thank you, my dear. Please sit down. I can do that soothing of feathers well enough myself. I wish to speak to you, Trevelyan. Before I expire of curiosity, and have no need of any nurse."
Callie sank into in the nearest chair, gripping her fingers nervously. Trev determined to take some control of the interrogation, since it appeared to be inevitable. "Very well, Maman," he said briskly. "What would you like to know? It's about the bull, I suppose."
"Yes. The bull. And the constable. And the bandage of your hand. And the much shouting, and your coat… torn, and the dog… and… a scurrilous fellow running about… whom I never saw before… in my life!" She panted a bit at the end of this list, overcoming a cough.
"Scurrilous? That would be Major Sturgeon," Trev said blandly.
"I think she means that other fellow," Callie said, sitting up straight. "I saw him too, Madame." She gave Trev a sideways look. "And Major Sturgeon is not precisely scurrilous."
"I beg your pardon, my lady." Trev was not altogether pleased to hear her defend the major, even mildly. "I thought he was persecuting you. But I notice that you arrived in his company this morning. Do you like him better now?"
"He was helping me to find Hubert."
Trev would have liked to inquire further into just how that came to pass, but he deemed it wiser to steer the topic away from Sturgeon and any other reason the constable might be calling at Dove House. Hubert was one thing; a warrant for his arrest was another. "So kind of him," Trev said, dismissing the major with a sardonic glance at Callie. "I suppose I must explain why the bull was in the house, Maman. It was to protect Lady Callista's reputation."
"My reputation!" Callie gasped.
He bowed to her. "You'll recall that you said you didn't wish for anyone to suppose you had stolen him back from Colonel Davenport."
"Well, no, I don't wish for anyone to suppose that, but that isn't why he was in the kitchen!"
"Then why was he in the kitchen?" Trev asked.
"Because you led him in there, I must suppose."
"And why would I do that?"
"To keep the constable from finding him with you, I presume!" she responded indignantly.
"And why did I have him with me?"
"You said you had tried to purchase him from Colonel Davenport," she said. "But I don't know why you had him-"
"Yes!" Trev interrupted triumphantly. "Why did I attempt to purchase him?"
She blinked, shaking her head. "Well-you said you wished to-I thought-you implied that-" She bit her lip. "I thought you wished to give him back to me."
"There, you see?" Trev said.
She looked utterly bewildered. "See what?"
"I did it for you, my lady. I wished to please you."
"Well done, Seigneur," his mother said. "Our brains are quite cooked now."
He turned to his mother. "And you also, Maman," he said. "I thought you would like it if I did something to make Lady Callista happy."
The two women in his life both looked at him with their lips pursed, one with resentment and the other with dry amusement. "I see," his mother said.
"Well, I do not," Callie said. "Why is Hubert dyed black, if you were only trying to buy him back for me?"
"I must censure myself for that," Trev said, standing with his hands clasped behind his back, the better to look solemn and responsible. "I didn't call on Colonel Davenport myself, as I was preoccupied with my mother's situation." He glanced at Callie, to see if she would allow that as a defense. When she gave a little nod, acknowledging it, he continued. "So I delegated a… a gentleman of Jock's acquaintance, with full powers of negotiation to deal with the colonel. I told him to purchase the bull at any price. I may have said to bring him to me under any circumstances. I was perhaps unwise in my choice of words. Or my choice of an agent."
"Oh," Callie said. "Oh! Could this be the sharper who offered Colonel Davenport a huge sum for Hubert?"
"Quite probably. Almost certainly. You see, Lady Callie," he said, with an air of hurt dignity, "it was not to use him for baiting."
She cast her eyes down. "I never really thought you would do that."
"Thank you." Trev cleared his throat. "I'm obliged to you. But it seems that, after being-ah- dismissed from the colonel's presence, in a rather abrupt manner, with the word that the bull was not for sale at any price, my agent discovered the animal wandering free on the road. Being a brainless but determined fellow, he saw this as an opportunity to convey Hubert to me, taking care to disguise him first by dyeing him a false color. And so, Maman-" He nodded toward his mother. "We are now in a fix."
"But of course," she said, looking up at him appre ciatively. "I am in awe of the… greatness of… this fix. What do you propose to do?"
"We must give Hubert back, ma'am," Callie said. "I can't keep him, I'm afraid, though I very much wish I could."
His mother seemed to ponder this, studying Callie. "My son told me of this ridiculous card game where he was gambled away."
Callie gave a small shrug. "It could not be helped. Hubert didn't really belong to me."
His mother reached out to touch Callie's hand. "I'm so sorry, my lady. I know you… love the good creature. And I commend you well, Trevelyan-that you try to buy him again for Lady Callista. But it is-yes-a fix." She sat back, giving Callie a sidelong glance. "So you will do… what Trevelyan says, then? My son is so clever to fix a fix, you know?"
"Do what?" Callie asked with a note of suspicion.
"The cattle show… up to Hereford," the duchesse said. "I heard a little. It sounds to me like an… excel lent plan."
"Oh no, ma'am, that will never do. I promise you. I would not dare to take Hubert to a show while he's in this state!"
"Then what will you do with him?" his mother asked innocently.
Callie clutched her hands together. She opened her mouth and then closed it.
"I do believe that if he… remains here… he will be discovered from his… great bellow. It is a fine bellow, but… very loud."
"Yes," Callie said wretchedly. "I fear so. Perhaps-" She turned to Trev with a helpless look. "Perhaps I could stay here and try to keep him quiet."
"Until he sheds the dye?" Trev shook his head. "We'd never manage to hide him here that long. But I think I may have a likelier notion. It'll require a bit of nerve, but it ensures that Lady Callista wouldn't be accused of trickery and cuts short the whole imbroglio to a few days instead of weeks."
"Nerve?" Callie asked dubiously.
"Ah, but nerve is what Trevelyan has in abun dance," his mother said, with an approving nod. "Prudence-now that is a house of another color."