If there was one thing she was not, it was clumsy. The question was why. Gabriel mused over that as he reached Stanhope, explained that he had clumsily spilled wine on Miss Freemont and she needed assistance. Stanhope looked down at his daughter, a slight sneer on his lips. “My daughter can help her. She’s very domestic.” He looked down at Pamela. “You will be happy to do so, won’t you, my dear?” Pamela Kane’s eyes brightened but Gabriel didn’t know whether it was because she really wanted to be of help or to get away from her father. She looked terrified of him. He bowed slightly. “I would be grateful. I wish to redeem myself in her eyes. I was unforgivably bird-witted.” “She is beautiful,” Lady Pamela said wistfully. He wanted to say she too was quite an attractive young lady and, in truth, had much of the same facial structure as Monique. Her hair was lighter, and her eyes blue rather than gray, but … He dismissed the notion as fanciful. Perhaps he looked for Monique in other women now.
