She nodded again, thinking that she might make it all the way through the conversation doing nothing but nodding.
“Friendship between the husband and the wife is of the utmost importance,” he continued, “even more important, in my opinion, than love.”
This time she didn’t nod.
“Our marriage will be one based on mutual friendship and respect,” he pontificated, “and I for one could not be more pleased.”
“Respect,” Kate echoed, mostly because he was looking at her expectantly.
“I will do my best to be a good husband to you,” he said. “And, provided that you do not bar me from your bed, I shall be faithful to both you and our vows.”
“That’s rather enlightened of you,” she murmured. He was saying nothing she did not expect, and yet she found it somewhat needling all the same.
His eyes narrowed. “I hope you’re taking me seriously, Kate.”
“Oh, very much so.”
“Good.” But he gave her a funny look, and she wasn’t sure if he believed her. “In return,” he added, “I expect that you will not behave in any manner that will sully my family’s name.”
Kate felt her spine stiffen. “I would not dream of it.”
“I didn’t think you would. That is one of the reasons I am so pleased with this marriage. You will make an excellent viscountess.”
It was meant as a compliment, Kate knew, but still it felt a bit hollow, and maybe a touch condescending. She’d much rather have been told that she’d make an excellent wife.
“We shall have friendship,” he announced, “and we shall have mutual respect, and children—intelligent children, thank God, since you are quite the most intelligent woman of my acquaintance.”
That made up for his condescension, but Kate had barely time to smile at his compliment before he added, “But you should not expect love. This marriage will not be about love.”
An awful lump rose in Kate’s throat, and she found herself nodding yet again, except this time every movement of her neck somehow brought pain to her heart.
“There are certain things I cannot give you,” Anthony said, “and love, I’m afraid, is one of them.”
“I see.”
“Do you?”
“Of course,” she practically snapped. “You could not make it any plainer if you wrote it on my arm.”
“I had never planned to marry for love,” he said.
“That is not what you told me when you were courting Edwina.”
“When I was courting Edwina,” he returned, “I was trying to impress you.”
Her eyes narrowed. “You are not impressing me now.”
He let out a long breath. “Kate, I did not come here to argue. I merely thought it best if we were honest with one another before the wedding on Saturday morning.”
“Of course,” she sighed, forcing herself to nod. His intention hadn’t been to insult her, and she shouldn’t have overreacted. She knew him well enough now to know that he was merely acting out of concern. He knew he would never love her; better to make that clear in the beginning.
But still it hurt. She didn’t know if she loved him, but she was fairly certain she could love him, and deathly afraid that after a few weeks of marriage, she would love him.
And it would be so nice if he could just love her back.
“It is best that we understand each other now,” he said softly.
Kate just kept nodding. A body in motion tended to remain in motion, and she was afraid that if she stopped, she might do something really stupid, like cry.
He reached across the table and took her hand, which made her flinch. “I didn’t want you to enter this marriage with any delusions,” he said. “I didn’t think you’d want that.”
“Of course not, my lord,” she said.
He frowned. “I thought I told you to call me Anthony.”
“You did,” she said, “my lord.”
He withdrew his hand. Kate watched as he returned it to his own lap, feeling strangely bereft.
“Before I go,” he said, “I have something for you.” Without taking his eyes off of her face, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small jeweler’s box. “I must apologize for being so delayed in presenting you with a betrothal ring,” he murmured, handing it to her.
Kate smoothed her fingers over the blue velvet covering before flipping the box open. Inside lay a rather simple gold ring, adorned by a single round-cut diamond.