An Unconventional Miss. Dorothy Elbury

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      Having arrived in the capital some six weeks earlier, it had taken her no time at all to become the year’s Toast of the Town. Under the aegis of Lady Sydenham—her cousin Imogen’s godmother—she had been given entrée to all of the best houses, and now no fashionable gathering was considered complete if the lovely Miss Beresford was not in attendance—especially since her magnetic presence practically guaranteed that a good many of the available men-about-town would gladly forfeit a night at the gaming tables and put in an appearance, merely on the off-chance of a smile and a kind word from the beauty!

      At first, having spent the previous year and a half desperately craving a Season in the capital, Jessica had revelled in all the attention that the ton saw fit to bestow upon her. However, the feverish excitement that she had felt at the onset was beginning to subside, only to be replaced by a kind of uninterested apathy. A great many of the most prestigious assemblies to which she had been invited had proved to be boring in the extreme and, even though she had already received at least a half a dozen proposals of marriage, she had been singularly unimpressed with every one of her intending suitors.

      Gentlemen about town, it seemed to her, were very much of a muchness. They drank far too much, indulged in inexplicable sports like cock-fighting and bare-knuckle boxing and, when they weren’t off to the fencing salons or the race-course, they spent a good deal of their time in smoky gambling rooms or other questionable dens of iniquity. And, even when they did deign to turn up to some function or other, the obsequious insincerity with which they fawned over every single one of the affluent and unattached females present—regardless of their looks—seemed to suggest to Jessica that the majority of these coxcombs were merely seeking to palm themselves off on to some unsuspecting heiress, with an eye to lining their own pockets!

      The failed abduction of the previous year had taught her an invaluable lesson regarding the wily behaviour of the predatory male and, thanks to her own valiant endeavours to model her conduct on that of her more decorous cousin Imogen, Jessica was now far less likely to be moved by mere sycophantic flattery.

      Nevertheless, having had her radiant loveliness constantly remarked upon for practically the whole of her nineteen years—and despite all of her recent efforts to curb any repetition of the vulgar displays of vanity that had been all too common until Matt’s arrival—it was hardly surprising that she should feel just a little piqued that their rescuer who, despite having spoken so few words to her throughout the entire journey, had managed to succeed in giving her the distinct impression that he was totally impervious to her appearance. In point of fact, his very indifference was making Jessica feel quite self-conscious—a most unusual state of affairs for the highly sought-after Miss Beresford!

      Still deeply offended by the stranger’s criticisms, it was with some considerable relief that she gradually became aware of the fact that the volume of traffic about them was beginning to increase and, as the carriage swung out of the King’s Road into Kensington, she realised that they were at last approaching an area of which she was fairly cognisant.

      Turning her face towards their escort, with the express intent of demolishing his pretentiousness with the full benefit of one of her most dazzling smiles, she said prettily, ‘Since we seem to be nearing the park, sir, there is really no need for you to trouble yourself any further. I am very well acquainted with this part of town.’

      ‘I have no that doubt you are, ma’am,’ was his non-committal reply. ‘However, I believe that it behoves me to see you to your door.’

      Had Jessica not been seated in a rocking gig, she would have stamped her foot, just as she had been frequently wont to do in one of her old furies. Instead, having spotted a narrow opening in the considerable crush of traffic ahead of them, she curled her fingers tightly about the reins and, giving them a quick flick, urged the horse forward, in the hopes of giving the stranger the slip.

      The sudden lurching of the little gig caused Nicholas, who had been dozing on and off for most of the journey, to fling open his eyes in alarm. Whereupon he let out a warning gasp. ‘Take care, Jess!’

      Then, before she had time to realise what he was about, their escort had shot out a hand, caught hold of the left-hand rein and, with some considerable effort, had managed to haul the mare out of the path of a rapidly approaching curricle.

      ‘Not a very clever manoeuvre, if I may say so,’ he observed dryly, as the gig rocked to a standstill. ‘Always best to keep out of the path of fast-moving traffic, I’ve found.’

      Jessica, who was shaking from head to toe, was unable to discern whether the trembling was due to her pent-up fury or as a result of the near miss. She fixed the stranger with a look of such rancour that, in the normal way, would have had its recipient reeling back in dismay at its ferocity.

      ‘How dare you, sir!’ she ground out, her green eyes glittering dangerously. ‘Let go of my rein this instant!’

      Unperturbed, the man merely grinned, raising both of his hands to indicate that he no longer had control of her horse. ‘Off you go, my girl!’ he drawled. ‘But do try to steer in a straight line, if you can possibly manage it!’

      ‘I say, steady on, Jess!’ murmured Nicholas as Jessica, teeth gritted, flicked angrily at the reins to signal the mare to walk on. ‘This is no time to lose your rag—that’s another good turn the chap’s done us and that’s a fact!’

      Still fuming, his sister deigned not to reply. With a set face and a stiff back, she kept her eyes firmly fixed on the road in front of her and inched her way back into the fast-moving stream of traffic. Nicholas, having set about disentangling himself from the coils of rope that had held him upright, cast an anxious glance at her rigid expression and, recognising the warning signs, waited in breathless trepidation for the expected outburst which, to his intense surprise, failed to materialise.

      The remainder of the journey was completed in total silence until, having reined in the mare outside the front entrance of the elegant Dover Street mansion currently occupied by the Beresford family, Jessica set the wheel brake and nudged her brother to get out of the gig.

      For several seconds, she waited in expectation of the stranger dismounting in order to assist her to the ground. He, however, remained in his saddle and made no such move. Seething with frustration, she found herself obliged to shuffle awkwardly along the seat and summon Nicholas to hand her down.

      No sooner had her feet reached the pavement than she turned towards the front steps and was just about to mount them when she heard the man call her brother’s name.

      ‘Master Beresford!’

      Swinging round, she was just in time to see the rider extracting a bulging package from his pocket. ‘Here you are, young man! Catch!’

      Jessica’s astonished eyes followed the trajectory of the bundle as the startled youth made a valiant but vain attempt to grab it in its flight towards the steps. Having had no difficulty in recognising the item as her own missing reticule, she quickly sidestepped and caught the object neatly between her outstretched hands.

      ‘My reticule’ she exclaimed and hurriedly examined the interior of the crushed article. ‘But all of the money is still here!’

      A suspicious frown appeared on her face and she demanded to know how the rider had come to be into possession of her property.

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