Josh tried not to put too much significance on the play's title, even though he could not help but notice the way Richard's original warmth toward Felicity had heated up considerably. Now that Josh saw her sitting in a box at the theater, dressed in a magnificent new gown and surrounded by Richard's fawning friends, he could easily imagine what plans Richard might be making.

Any fool could see that Maxwell adored Felicity. If the old man really was dying-something Josh had a difficult time believing regardless of what his doctor said-he would doubtless leave the bulk of his fortune to his granddaughter. The fact that Richard coveted Maxwell's wealth was painfully obvious. The way he flaunted that wealth to impress Josh and Felicity proved it.

Josh glanced across the box to where his wife was sitting surrounded by the young men attracted by her beauty during the intermission. And she was a beauty, even without the embellishment of the blue silk gown. Her hair glowed under the artificial lights, shining more golden than even the jewelry her aunt had insisted she wear tonight. The stones, Isabel had said, were sapphires. They were set into an intricate filigree and flashed now at Felicity's ears and throat. But the cold beauty of the stones could not compare with the dazzling sparkle of Felicity's even bluer eyes as she laughed happily at some jest one of her admirers had made.

Like the sapphire stones which showed to better advantage in their golden settings, Felicity, too, showed well in this setting. Her dress, the color of a robin's egg, was cut low to reveal the lush curve of her bosom and cut tight to emphasize the supple slenderness of her body. The skinny little girl he had found out on the prairie was gone forever, replaced by the exquisite creature before him.

Josh reflected sardonically that he had once vowed never to fall in love with her. How idiotic such a notion seemed now as he watched perfect strangers succumbing to her spell. He had been doomed from the first moment, from the instant she had fainted into his arms. The irony of it was that his love could only bring her suffering… and possibly even death.

He wasn't a fool. He knew that the two of them could not live together for long without making love. Sooner or later it would happen again, just as it had happened once already. That time they had been lucky and Felicity had not conceived, but would they be lucky the next time? Taking her back to Texas with him might cost her life.

He did have a choice, of course. He could leave her here, to a life of luxury with Maxwell. And Winthrop. Seeing her here, dressed in fine clothes and surrounded by luxury, made him realize how easily she would adapt to this kind of life. With Winthrop. at her side, she would ease effortlessly into Philadelphia society. The thought of her and Winthrop together tore through him like the sharp blade of a knife, and the pain grew worse when he realized that Felicity would have nothing to fear from Winthrop. Any whelp that bastard begot would, of necessity, be a runt.

"Mr. Logan?" a female voice asked. He turned back to the lady sitting beside him. She had entered the box with a male companion who was now paying court to Felicity, but the lady seemed unconcerned over that fact. "I asked you about your ranch. Exactly how large is it?" She gave him a simpering smile and fluttered her fan coyly.

She really was an attractive woman, Josh noted objectively. Flirtatious, too. And she probably thought him a complete boor for ignoring her to stare at his own wife. "That's hard to say, ma'am," he replied perfunctorily. "You can cover it end to end in one day if you have a fast horse, though."

Her fan fluttered again as her eyes widened in a manner calculated to please his male pride. "Good heavens, as big as all that?" she exclaimed breathlessly. "You must tell me all about it."

At the moment, Josh could think of nothing he wanted to do less, but he obliged the lady. If he was not exactly enthusiastic, if the lady now thought him boring, too, that was her problem. Josh simply could not work up any zeal for impressing another woman, not when his own wife was so obviously making an impression of her own.

Felicity glanced up to catch Josh staring at her, his gray eyes shuttered to conceal his inner thoughts. He did not look pleased, but even frowning, he was the most handsome man in the room, especially dressed in the new evening clothes. She had hardly recognized him in such elegant attire, but then she had hardly recognized her own reflection staring back from the mirror, either. Everything about this evening was like a dream, including the group of young men who were intent on amusing her. The only thing that seemed real was Joshua's frown.

It made her uneasy, knowing as she did that he would be watching her for signs that this kind of life tempted her the way it had tempted his mother. Then she wondered if perhaps there was more to it than that. Perhaps he was a little jealous about the attention she was getting from the young men. The thought stirred her, awakening a new feeling of feminine power. Even though he had not said the words for a long time, he did care for her, he did love her. She would cling to that thought. She flashed Joshua a reassuring smile before turning back to the young man who was addressing her.

On Sunday afternoon Richard took them for a ride out to Fairmount Park. As they crossed the Girard Avenue Bridge which spanned the wide Schuylkill River, Richard gave them a running history of the development of the park. He explained that earlier in the century, the city council had become concerned over maintaining the quality of the city's water. In 1855, they had annexed Robert Morris's estate at Lemon Hill, along with thirty-three additional acres, to the existing Fairmount Water Works. From this land, they created an extensive public park which served the dual purpose of protecting the water supply and providing a natural haven for all those who lived in the city.

As they left the racket and clamor of the city behind and entered the quiet verdancy of the park, Felicity began to understand the necessity for such a place of refuge.

"And that is the Zoological Society," Richard said, pointing out a large area below them dotted with various buildings and enclosures.

"What is a Zoological Society?" Felicity asked, trying to decide if the buildings really did have bars on them.

Richard laughed indulgently. "It's a zoo," he explained. At her blank look, he added, "They keep wild animals there so people can come and look at them."

"How cruel!" Felicity said, thinking of the poor animals cooped up in cages like that.

A little nonplussed, Richard tried another tack. "But the animals are very well treated. When the weather is a little warmer, we'll go see them. Then you'll understand. Just think of all the city people who would never get to see animals otherwise."

"Do city people really need to see wild animals?" Felicity asked, interested to note that Richard had no answer.

He was silent for a long time, making Josh realize that this was the first time he had seen Richard at a loss for words. As much as he disliked Felicity's cousin, Josh understood that his dislike stemmed from the natural animosity he would feel toward any man who rivaled him for Felicity's affection. In another situation, he might not have found Richard's company so offensive. The man was certainly a perfect host and a knowledgeable conversationalist. If he hadn't been quite so handsome and charming-and quite so obviously enamored of Felicity-Josh could easily have tolerated him.

Under other circumstances, Josh might even have liked Philadelphia. Although he did not care for the congestion and noise of the city, he did enjoy the activities available in such a place. And now that he had seen this beautiful park, he could even understand why people might consent to live here.