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‘You need not worry about that side of it,' her employer said. ‘I wish you to feel comfortable in what you choose, Eliza, and I am sure
madame
knows exactly what will become a girl of your age.' She turned to the seamstress. ‘That is enough for one day. When can you have the first ballgown ready?'

‘By Friday lunchtime, milady.'

‘Very well. Eliza can manage with what she has until then. We shall attend the assembly that night, but until then we have only a dinner with friends and a trip to the theatre. You may wear the grey to dinner at the home of Lady Roberts, Eliza, and the lilac to the theatre. Your own walking gown will be sufficient until
madame
has made your new ones.'

Eliza thanked her. Her first visit to the Pump Room and the library had shown her that her clothes were by no means fashionable enough for Bath, at least if she were here on a visit for pleasure, though she thought them adequate for a companion. However, Lady Sarah had made it clear that she wanted her companion dressed suitably when they were in company and, although overwhelmed by what seemed excessive generosity, she accepted the new gowns as necessary—a part of her employment.

That did not stop her being excited by the prospect of wearing such lovely clothes. Lady Sarah's cast-offs were far finer than anything she had ever possessed and she knew that both were almost unworn, though possibly purchased when her employer was younger.

She thanked the seamstress for her help, assisted the young girl who carried out the materials and walked to the door with them both. When she returned to the sitting room, Lady Sarah was sipping a glass of restorative wine.

‘Come and sit down, Eliza. You must be quite exhausted after that,' she said. ‘I always feel drained after fittings for new gowns.'

‘It was a new experience for me,' Eliza replied with a smile. ‘I always made my own gowns with Mama's help. She was an excellent seamstress.'

‘With a little training you could be a fashionable seamstress,' Lady Sarah said. ‘Your own gowns are quite acceptable for the country, my dear, but you need a little town bronze.'

Sarah wondered why a companion should need to look fashionable but she did not question her employer. She considered herself fortunate to be treated so well.

‘Perhaps you will go to the library for me this afternoon, my dear. I do not like the book I started last evening. It was well recommended, but
The Mysteries of Udolpho
is not to my taste. I should prefer something more sensible, I think.'

‘Have you read the story of Tristan and Iseult?' Eliza asked. ‘I have just finished reading it and enjoyed it, but I shall see what else I can find that you might like.'

‘Lady Roberts recommended the story I asked you to bring yesterday, Eliza, but I think it foolish. I will try the story you recommended, but I think I should like poetry or perhaps something of Miss Austen's—though I believe I have read most of them.'

‘I shall see what I can find. In the meantime I will fetch the book I brought with me.'

Eliza went upstairs to put on her bonnet and pelisse. Thus far she was finding her duties light. Indeed, it was like staying with an aunt rather than working for an employer and she felt very spoiled to be leading such an indulgent life. Eliza had always helped her mother in
the kitchen and with parish work when her father was the rector, and she found it strange to be so idle.

It took but a moment to find the book and to put on her pelisse. She went back down to the parlour and took her leave of Lady Sarah, setting out for the lending library. The afternoon was pleasantly warm and the walk would be welcome after a morning spent choosing silks and trimmings for her new gowns.

Eliza reached the library without seeing anyone she knew. She had met only a handful of Lady Sarah's friends so far and was not acquainted with any other companions, so did not linger to gossip with anyone. Her search for books that her employer might find rewarding took a little longer, but she came away with three she thought interesting. It was as she came out of the library that a man walking backwards as he said goodbye to a friend almost trod on her toes. She gave a squeak of alarm and dropped her books. He turned instantly, an apology on his lips. The colour came and went in his face as he saw her. Her heart raced, for it was the man she had both longed and yet feared to see again.

‘Forgive me,' he said. ‘Did I hurt you?'

‘No, I stepped back at once.'

He bent to pick up the books, looking at her contritely. ‘I must seem a clumsy fool to you, Miss Bancroft. I am so very sorry for causing you to drop these.'

‘It was a mere accident, Mr Seaton,' Eliza replied, a slight heat in her own cheeks as she accepted the books and their hands touched. Her stomach fluttered with some disturbing emotion she did not wish to recognise. This was so foolish. To like him so much when she knew it could only lead to distress! ‘I assure you I am unhurt.'

‘No thanks to me,' he said ruefully. ‘May I help to
carry these for you? Perhaps I could buy you tea and cake to make up for nearly knocking you over?'

‘I assure you there is no need to do either,' Eliza replied. She longed to say yes, to spend the next hour talking with him over some tea and cake, but her time was not her own. She must remember the vast chasm between them. He was related to an earl and she was a lovechild with a dubious background and no prospects ‘I must take these back to my employer. She is waiting for me.'

‘Then I suppose I should let you go,' he said, but turned and walked by her side. ‘How are you enjoying your stay in Bath? Is your employer an old dragon?'

‘Lady Sarah is neither old nor a dragon. She has been extremely kind to me. I am fortunate to have found such employment. Indeed, there is little for me to do except enjoy myself.'

‘That is fortunate.' His eyes were intensely blue and seemed thoughtful as he met her gaze. ‘I imagine there are not many companions in that position.'

‘Perhaps not,' Eliza replied. ‘I did not expect to meet you here, sir. Have you given up your former employment?' Her eyes sparkled as she teased, for she knew that his one and only attempt at highway robbery had been a mistaken desire to save her from a fate worse than death.

‘I rather think it gave me up.' Daniel laughed huskily. ‘Had my unfortunate encounter been with any other young lady of my acquaintance, I think I should even now find myself behind bars.'

‘That would be harsh indeed. You gave the coachman a little fright and that was bad of you, but you caused me no harm. Indeed, I have smiled to myself more than once over the incident.'

‘You find me amusing, Miss Bancroft?'

‘I found your attempt at highway robbery amusing.' She saw him frown. ‘Does that offend you?'

‘Yes and no,' he replied honestly. ‘I think it was my own fault, but no man enjoys being thought a fool.' She sensed he had withdrawn slightly and regretted her careless remark.

‘I did not think you a fool, sir. I see I have offended you. Forgive me. I must get back, for Lady Sarah will wonder what keeps me.'

He tipped his hat to her again, stopped walking and allowed her to go on alone. Eliza did not glance back, though she sensed that he was watching her walk away. She was sorry if she had offended him, but that was better than allowing him to imagine she was ripe for dalliance. He had kissed her once without invitation. It must not happen again. A young woman in her circumstances ought not to be seen encouraging the attentions of a man who was related to an earl.

 

Daniel watched her walk the length of the street. She had a trim figure and was in many ways unusual, being possessed, he suspected, of a strong sense of humour. It piqued his pride a little to know that she found him amusing. Yet he could hardly blame her. Most women would have thought him a clodhopping fool for nearly knocking her down not once but twice, and then there was the ridiculous hold-up. She was remarkably patient and tolerant, and he discovered that he found her enchanting. There were few enough young women with her wit and sensible manner and he could not suppress a sigh.
If she were only an heiress…
He laughed and shook his head. Such a prize would not be long on the
shelf. Had she had money as well as her other attributes she would have been spoken for long ago.

Daniel's thoughts turned to the evening ahead. He had been invited to Lord and Lady Robert's house to dine. As yet he had said nothing to the gentleman about his uncomfortable circumstances. He was reluctant to do so for it was bound to leak out, unless they came to an understanding. Lord Roberts would naturally protect the reputation of his daughter's fiancé if they came to an arrangement, but would he be prepared to come to Daniel's rescue?

It was a situation Daniel wished he could avoid, but he knew that the best solution was to find a wealthy bride. He would have to make up his mind and put all thoughts of Miss Bancroft from his mind.

 

Eliza dressed with care that evening. Lady Sarah had sent her a simple string of seed pearls to wear with the gown. She understood that they were a loan from a generous employer who wished her companion to look well and accepted them with pleasure.

Lady Sarah nodded her approval when she went to her room, to ask if there was anything she needed.

‘You look charming, my dear. That gown suits you far better than it ever did me.'

‘You have such good taste,' Eliza replied. ‘Your clothes always look elegant without being too fussy.'

‘I never did like too many frills and ribbons—though they look well on younger girls. Lady Roberts has a very nice daughter, Eliza. I see no reason why you two should not be friends. It will be good for you to have some acquaintances in Bath.'

‘Yes, it will be pleasant when I know more people,' Eliza agreed, though she was not certain that the
daughter of a titled lady would necessarily wish to know Lady Sarah's companion.

‘Come, my dear. The horses are standing. Coachman never likes his horses kept standing. We must leave.'

Eliza helped her to gather her shawl, fan and reticule, and then they went down to the carriage. Lady Sarah whiled away the journey by looking out of the window and pointing out places of interest or people they passed that she happened to know, but the journey only took a few minutes and could easily have been walked.

The footman came to open the door and let down the steps, helping first Lady Sarah and then Eliza to descend. They went into the hall and then up the stairs, where their hostess was waiting to greet them. Lady Roberts was a tall thin woman with a hooked nose, which her daughter had unfortunately inherited, though she was elegantly dressed. They both greeted Lady Sarah with affection and Eliza politely. Almost immediately, another guest was announced and Eliza noticed that Susanne's face lit with pleasure, making her look almost pretty. Turning her head to look at the newcomer, Eliza felt a shock of recognition. It seemed that she was destined to meet Mr Seaton yet again.

‘Lord Seaton,' her hostess gushed. ‘How delightful to see you this evening. We were so pleased you could come—were we not, Susanne?'

Eliza felt her cheeks flush. He had not told her that he was
Lord
Seaton and she felt foolish for having misused his name several times.

‘Yes, Mama,' Susanne replied and giggled shyly. It was clear that she believed he had come for the purpose of seeing her and enjoyed the prospect of being courted.

‘I was happy to be invited, ma'am.' His gaze moved
to Lady Sarah and then Eliza. His expression did not change, though Eliza noticed a little pulse flicking at his temple.

‘Have you met my good friend Lady Sarah Manners and her companion Miss Eliza Bancroft?'

‘I do not think I have had the honour of meeting Lady Sarah,' Daniel replied. ‘However, I had the pleasure of meeting Miss Bancroft at my uncle's estate a few weeks ago. I trust you are well, Miss Bancroft?'

‘Yes, thank you,
my lord.
'

‘Ah, yes, the dear earl.' Lady Roberts moved smoothly on, obviously not impressed that he should acknowledge acquaintance with a mere companion. ‘I believe he was not well a few months back.'

‘My uncle still mourns the loss of his son,' Daniel replied with a frown. ‘I think his health is well enough otherwise.'

‘Yes, such a sad occurrence.' Lady Roberts looked at her daughter pointedly. ‘You are released, Susanne. Take our guests into the drawing room. I have only one more guest to greet and then I shall join you.'

Susanne looked expectantly at Lord Seaton. He offered his arm and they moved forwards into the large drawing room, where Lord Roberts was entertaining three other guests and a footman was standing with a tray of champagne. Eliza followed with Lady Sarah. She was offered a glass of champagne by the footman, which she accepted, but made no attempt to drink. Lady Sarah led the way to a rather beautiful blonde lady dressed in grey silk, smiling and greeting her with pleasure.

‘Julia Henderson, I had no idea you would be here this evening. I am delighted to meet you again.'

‘Sarah dearest. We arrived in Bath only yesterday. How wonderful to find you here.' The two ladies
embraced and then Julia turned enquiring eyes on Eliza. ‘And this is…?'

‘My companion, Miss Eliza Bancroft,' Lady Sarah said.

‘Your companion? For a moment I thought… How nice to meet you, Miss Bancroft,' Julia Henderson said and extended her hand. ‘How long have you been with my dear friend Sarah?'

‘Just a few days, ma'am,' Eliza said, seeing the warmth and affection for Lady Sarah in her eyes. ‘But they have been extremely pleasant ones.'

‘Well, I shall be calling on you both very soon and I shall look forward to a long chat. I want to hear all about you, Eliza—and you must call me Julia. I absolutely insist.'

‘Oh…' Eliza blushed. ‘That is very kind of you, ma… Julia.'

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