Lady of Quality (12 page)

"Then don't provoke me!" she said crossly. "Why don't you ask your cousin to bring Lucilla out this year?"

"Because I've no fancy for finding myself at Point Non Plus! She wouldn't do it: her eldest daughter is to be married in May, and she has her hands full already with all the ridic—with all the preparations for the wedding! I could no more persuade her to present Lucilla at such a moment than I could
bullock
her into doing it!"

"Oh, for goodness' sake!" she exclaimed, looking daggers at him,
"must
you be so—so
naggy?"

"Alas!" he returned mournfully. "The temptation to rouse you to fury is too great to be resisted! You can have no notion how much your beauty is enhanced by a blush of rage, and the fire in your eyes!" He watched her close her lips tightly, and his shoulders shook. "What, lurched, Miss Wychwood?" he mocked her.

"Oh, no, there is much I could say, but having been reared—unlike yourself!—to respect the common decencies of established etiquette I am unfortunately debarred from uttering even one of the things which spring to my mind!"

"Don't give them a thought!" he begged. "Consider under what a disadvantage you must be if you respect the common decencies which I don't!"

"If you had an ounce of—of proper feeling you would respect them!" she told him roundly. "You are a positive rake-shame—as my brother would say!" she added, rather hastily.

His face was alive with laughter, but he said reprovingly: "You shock me, ma'am! What an indelicate expression for a lady of quality to use!"

"Very likely! But as for its shocking you I shouldn't think anything could!"

"How well you understand me!" he said, much gratified.

"Oh, how can you be so abominable?" she demanded, laughing in spite of herself. "Do, pray, stop trying to goad me into being as uncivil and as disagreeable as you are yourself, and let us consider what is to be done about Lucilla! I perfectly understand how awkward it would be for your cousin to be saddled with her at this moment, but have you no other relation who would be willing to bring her out?"

"No, none," he replied. "Nor can I think her come-out of such urgency. She can only just have reached her seventeenth birthday, and the last time I went to Almack's I found the place choke-full of callow schoolroom misses, and determined that
my
ward shouldn't swell their ranks!"

"I know exactly what you mean!" she said. "Girls pitchforked into the ton without a notion of how to go on, and betrayed by their anxiety not to seem as innocent as they are into quite unbecoming simpering, titters, and—oh, you know as well as I do the sort of detestable
archness
which so many very young girls display! That is why I have made it my business to introduce Lucilla into Bath society! I think it of the first importance that a girl should learn how to conduct herself in company before being introduced into the ton. But you need have no fears that Lucilla would disgrace you! She is neither shy nor coming: indeed, her manners are very pretty, and do Mrs Amber the greatest credit! If you doubt me, come and see for yourself! I am holding a small rout-party here on Thursday, particularly in her honour, and shall be happy to welcome you to it. That is, if you are still in Bath then? But perhaps you don't mean to make any very long stay here?"

"I must obviously remain in Bath until I've settled what's to be done with Lucilla, and shall certainly come to your party. Accept my best thanks, ma'am!"

She said mischievously: "I warn you, sir, it will be the most boring party imaginable! I have invited
all
the young persons of my acquaintance,
and
as many of their parents who don't care to allow their daughters to go unchaperoned to parties! I daresay you can never have attended any party even half as insipid!"

"I would hazard a guess, Miss Wychwood, that you have never before
given
such an insipid party!" he said shrewdly.

"No, very true!" she confessed. "To own the truth, I laughed myself into stitches when I read over the list of my invited guests! However, I'm not giving it to please myself, but to introduce Lucilla into Bath society. I am confident that she will make a hit. She did so when I took her to an informal party the other day."

"So I suppose the next confounded nuisance I shall have to face will be sending either love-lorn cubs, or gazetted fortune-hunters to the rightabout!"

"Oh, no!" she said sweetly. "I don't number any fortune-hunters amongst my acquaintances! I collect, from certain things she has said, and from her extremely costly wardrobe, that she is possessed of a considerable independence?"

"Lord, yes! She's rich enough to buy an Abbey!"

"Well, in that case I need not scruple to provide her with a good abigail."

"I thought she had one. Indeed, I'm sure of it, for I've been paying her wages for the past three years. What has become of her?"

"She quarrelled with Mrs Amber, when Lucilla's flight was discovered, and left the house in a rage," she responded.

"Women!"
he uttered, with loathing. "It's of no use to expect me to engage an abigail for her: what the devil does she imagine I know about such things? Since you have usurped Mrs Amber's place, I suggest that it is for you to engage a maid!"

"Certainly!" she replied, quite unruffled.

"Where
is
Lucilla?" he demanded abruptly.

"She has ridden out to Farley Castle with a party of young friends, and I don't expect to see her back for several hours yet."

He looked annoyed, but before he had time to speak an interruption occurred, in the person of Miss Farlow, who came into the room, with her bonnet askew, and words tripping off her tongue. "Such a vexatious thing, dear Annis! I have been
all
over the town, trying to match that sarcenet, and, would you believe it, not even Thorne's were able to offer me anything like it! So what with this horrid wind, which has positively blown me to pieces, and—" She stopped, becoming suddenly aware of the presence of a stranger. "Oh, I beg your pardon! I didn't know! What a sadly shocking thing of me to do, bursting in on you, which of course I should never have done if James had informed me that you had a visitor! But he never said a word about it—just relieved me of my parcels, you know, for it was he who opened the door, not our good Limbury, who I daresay was busy in the pantry, and I desired him to give the
large
one to Mrs Wardlow, and to have the others carried up to my bedchamber, which he said he would do, and then we exchanged a few words about the way the wind
whips
at one round every corner, and how dreadfully steep the hill is, particularly when one is burdened with parcels, as, of course, I was, and which has made me quite out of breath, besides tousling me quite abominably!"

Miss Wychwood, having observed with malicious enjoyment the effect on Mr Carleton of this tangled speech, intervened at this point, saying: "I've no sympathy to waste on you, Maria! Indeed, I think you very well served for being so foolish as to walk home, instead of calling up a chair! As for 'bursting in', I am glad you did, for I wish to make Mr Carleton known to you—Lucilla's uncle, you know! Mr Carleton, Miss Farlow—my cousin, who is kind enough to reside with me."

He favoured Miss Farlow with a brief bow, but addressed himself to his hostess, saying, with the flicker of an impish smile: "Lending you countenance, ma'am?"

"Exactly so!" she said, refusing to rise to this bait.

"You astonish me! I hadn't supposed that any lady so advanced in years as yourself would be conscious of the need of chaperonage! Is your name Annis? A corruption, I believe, of Agnes, but I like it! It becomes you."

"Well!" exclaimed Miss Farlow, bristling in defence of her patroness, "I'm sure I don't know why you should, not that I mean to say it is not a very pretty name, for I think it
very
pretty, but if it is a
corruption
it cannot be thought to
become
dear Miss Wychwood, who is not in the least corrupt, let me assure you!"

"Thank you, Maria!" said Miss Wychwood, bubbling over with ill-suppressed mirth. "I knew I might depend on you to establish my character!"

"Indeed you may, dearest Annis!" declared Miss Farlow, much moved. She glared through starting tears at Mr Carleton, and added, with a gasp at her own temerity: "I shall take leave to tell you, sir, that I think it
most
ungentlemanly of you to cast aspersions on Miss Wychwood!"

"No, no, Maria!" said Miss Wychwood, trying to speak with proper sobriety, "you wrong him! I don't
think
he meant to cast aspersions on me—though I own I wouldn't be prepared to hazard any large sum on such a doubtful chance!"

"Hornet!" said Mr Carleton appreciatively.

She twinkled at him, and awoke a reluctant smile in his hard eyes. "Let us leave my character out of the discussion! You have come to Bath—at great personal inconvenience—to see your niece, but, most unfortunately, she is not here at the moment. So what is to be done? You will scarcely wish to sit here, kicking your heels, until she returns!"

"No, by God I wouldn't! Any more, I dare swear, than you would wish me to do so!"

"No, indeed! You would be very much in my way! Perhaps it would be best if you were to dine here tonight."

"No," he said decisively. "You're very obliging, ma'am, but it would be best if you brought her to dine with me, at the York House. I'm putting up there, and they seem to keep a tolerable table. I shall expect you both at seven—unless you prefer a later hour?"

"Oh, no! But pray don't depend upon my joining you! My abigail shall escort Lucilla to York House, and I feel sure I can rely on you to bring her back later in the evening."

"That won't do at all!" he said. "Your presence at any discussion about Lucilla's future is indispensable, believe me! I do depend upon your joining me. Don't fail me!"

With that, he took his leave, bowing slightly to Miss Farlow, but grasping Miss Wychwood's hand for a moment, and favouring her with a rueful grin.

CHAPTER 6

"W
ell!" uttered Miss Farlow, in accents of strong reprobation, as soon as Limbury had conducted Mr Carleton out of the room. "What a
very
uncivil person, I
must
say! To be sure, Sir Geoffrey did warn us, and I do hope, dearest Annis, that you will
not
dine with him this evening! Such impertinence to have invited you— if an invitation you could call it, though
I
never heard an invitation delivered so improperly! I quite thought you must have given him a heavy set-down, and was astonished that you did not!"

"Well, I did think of doing so," admitted Miss Wychwood. "But since he is, as you so rightly say, a very uncivil person, I couldn't be sure that he wouldn't retaliate in kind. I feel it is my duty to go with Lucilla, if only to prevent her coming to cuffs with him."

"I make no secret of the fact that I don't consider you owe that girl any duty!" said Miss Farlow, trembling with indignation. "But
I
have a duty towards
you,
and don't tell me I haven't, for I shan't listen to you! Sir Geoffrey and dear Lady Wychwood entrusted you to my care, and even if he didn't say so, he
meant
it, and Lady Wychwood did say so! Just as I was about to get into the carriage, or if it wasn't then, it was in the hall, or perhaps the morning-room, because she had a little chill coming on, and so didn't come out of the house, though she wished to, but I begged her not to do so, because the weather was most inclement, which you
must
remember, so we said goodbye in the hall—"

"Or perhaps in the morning-room?" interpolated Miss Wychwood.

"It may have been: I'm not perfectly sure, but it makes no difference! And she
distinctly
said, when she bade me goodbye, or perhaps just after she had said goodbye: 'Take care of her, Cousin Maria!' Meaning you, of course! And I promised I would, and so I shall!"

"Thank you, Maria, I feel sure I can depend on you to come to my rescue if I should find myself in trouble. But at the moment I'm not in any sort of trouble, so do, I beg of you, put your bonnet straight, and make your hair tidy again! You look like a birch-broom in a fit!"

"Annis!" said Miss Farlow, sinking her voice impressively. "That man is not a proper person for you to know!"

"Fiddle! I collect Geoffrey told you so, but what harm either of you expect him to do I haven't the most distant guess. Do you suspect him of having designs upon my virtue? You are quite beside the bridge if you do! He doesn't even like me!"

Miss Farlow's modesty was so much shocked by this speech that she uttered a faint shriek, and tottered away to her own room, there to write an agitated letter to Sir Geoffrey Wychwood, in which she assured him that he might depend on her to do all that lay in her power to put an end to a most undesirable friendship, and (in the same sentence) warned him that she feared there was nothing she could do to stop dear Annis in one of her headstrong moods.

When Lucilla came in, it was several minutes before Miss Wychwood was able to break the news of her uncle's arrival to her, so anxious was she to recount all the details of the day's expedition. But she did at last pause for breath, and the change that came over her countenance when she heard the dread tidings was almost ludicrous. The sparkle was quenched instantly in her eyes, the smile vanished from her lips, she turned pale, and wrung her hands together. "He has come to drag me away! Oh, no, no, no!"