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said, swiftly and sharply. ‘You can’t possibly go to Brittany, and even if you did consider it you certainly couldn’t take Tom. It’s out of the question, Alice, and you know it.’
    Allie found herself reeling back mentally under the onslaught.
    Of choice, she wouldn’t have mentioned Tante’s letter, or its contents, precisely because she knew what the reaction would be. And because she had no intention of going.
    Yet now she found herself bristling furiously, as a spirit of angry rebellion suddenly surged up inside her. This, she thought, is the last damned straw. I’ve had as much of her interference in my life as I can stand. I’m not living under a dictatorship, and it’s time I made that clear.
    She said coldly, ‘I wouldn’t be allowed to take my own child on holiday to visit a close relative? Is that really what you’re saying?’ She shook her head. ‘I can’t believe it.’
    ‘Then you’d better suspend your disbelief.’ Grace’s expression was grim. ‘I have no intention of permitting mygrandson to be whisked out of the country—and to France, of all places.’
    ‘Why not? Was one of the Marchington ancestors killed at Agincourt?’ Allie tried to speak lightly, in spite of the anger building inside her.
    ‘Don’t be flippant,’ Grace snapped. ‘What I’m saying is that our lives are not going to be turned upside down at the behest of one arrogant old woman. I simply won’t permit it.’
    ‘Please don’t speak about Tante like that,’ Allie said icily. ‘The invitation came to me, and I’ll deal with it as I see fit.’ She paused, steadying her breathing. ‘I’m not a child. I’m twenty-two years old, and I don’t need your permission, or anyone else’s for that matter, to stay in Brittany with the woman who practically brought up my father.’
    She met Lady Marchington’s furious gaze in open challenge. ‘Anyway, why shouldn’t I go? Give me one good reason.’ If you dare…
    Spots of colour burned in the older woman’s face. ‘Tom’s far too young for a journey of that nature.’
    ‘A night on a ferry and a couple of hours by car?’ Allie’s tone was derisive. ‘Babies far younger make similar trips every day.’
    ‘But Tom isn’t just any child. He’s the Marchington heir. You have your position to consider. And his.’
    Allie’s gaze remained stony. ‘And is that your only objection? Because Tom isn’t just a Marchington. He has Colville and Vaillac blood too. And it’s entirely natural that Tante should want to see him, especially as she’s in bad health. After all, he’s the last of her line, too.’
    Grace’s mouth hardened. ‘Breton peasant stock. Hardly anything to boast about.’
    ‘They’re brave, and strong, with good, loving hearts,’ Allie returned icily. ‘That would be enough for most people.’
    ‘Now you’re just being difficult.’
    ‘Under the circumstances,’ Allie said, ‘that is almost amusing. Only I don’t feel like laughing.’
    ‘Alice—for heaven’s sake. There was enough talk last timewhen you simply—disappeared, for weeks on end, leaving poor Hugo to cope alone.’
    ‘Hardly alone. He had you, his nanny, a full-time nurse, and all the staff to look after him. I was pretty much surplus to requirements—except in one respect, of course.’
    She paused. ‘And I came back. As I always intended. Was there more talk then? Or did I redeem myself because at last I was doing my duty by my brave, disabled husband, and giving him the child he’d been demanding with such monotonous regularity?’
    There was another taut silence.
    ‘Sometimes,’ Grace said, ‘you sound so hard, Alice.’
    ‘Do I?’ Allie’s smile didn’t reach her eyes. ‘I wonder why?’
    ‘And I’m hurt that you should be making this kind of decision without consulting me.’
    You, thought Allie, wouldn’t be hurt even if I hammered a stake through your heart.
    ‘As soon as that letter arrived I knew exactly what that woman would