Misfit Maid. Elizabeth Bailey

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      Maidie frowned. ‘Then how am I to get a husband?’

      ‘You will have to rely on your looks and natural charm of manner.’

      ‘Oh,’ Maidie said doubtfully. Then Lady Hester began to laugh again, and a slight flush crept into her cheeks. ‘You mean to be sarcastic, I suppose, but I do not care.’

      ‘You need not tell me that.’

      ‘Well, but you completely agreed with Adela. You said exactly the same as she did about this gown.’

      ‘Did I?’ Delagarde looked her up and down.

      Then, so suddenly that she had no time to protest, he stepped up to her and, in one swift movement, ripped the bandeau from her head. Maidie uttered a stifled cry and put her hands up to her hair. She hardly heard the shocked reactions of the other ladies, for Delagarde had seized her wrists, and was pulling down her struggling hands.

      ‘Stand still!’ he ordered. ‘Do you think I am going to hurt you? Just be quiet a moment!’

      Maidie stared up at him, lost in amazement, unable either to speak or move as she felt his fingers moving deftly in her hair, running through her curls, and prinking them. She followed the motion of his eyes as they flicked about together with the action of his fingers. As he finished, the dark eyes came to rest on hers. They smiled.

      ‘There, that is better,’ he said, and stepped back. ‘You look much younger, and the gown is now unexceptionable.’

      Lady Hester clapped her hands. ‘Well done, Laurie!’ She came up to Maidie. ‘Don’t look so bemused. He is quite right. The bandeau and feathers were a mistake.’

      Maidie blinked. ‘But he hates my hair! I know he said something silly to Adela, but—’

      ‘Whatever I may have said,’ interrupted Delagarde, ‘it is quite untrue that I hate it. Besides, since you are desirous of catching a husband, it will usefully attract attention. There is bound to be some deluded fool who falls in love with it! And the sooner the better.’

      ‘At last we are of one mind!’ retorted Maidie, reviving from her bemused state. She drew a breath, and smiled at Delagarde.

      The effect was blinding, and his brows rose. Perhaps it was not such a far-fetched notion that someone would fall in love with her. Provided, that is, they had no opportunity to discover her character first.

      ‘I must thank you, my lord, for having supported me,’ Maidie was saying. ‘I do not understand why you should have done so, but I won’t tease myself about that.’ She added in a confiding way, ‘I was afraid you meant to encourage Firmin and Adela to take me away.’

      ‘I know you were,’ Delagarde said. ‘And I have no more idea than you why I did not do so. I have every expectation that I will live to regret it!’

      The better relations that had been established between himself and Maidie were not the only thing that prompted Delagarde to offer his escort when she expressed a need to visit the lawyer who dealt with her affairs. He’d had time enough since Wednesday to wonder why he had allowed himself to be dragooned into submission over her ridiculous charade. It was not, he thought, the advent of the Shurlands. He had been more or less reconciled before that. He had spent that first day smouldering over the perfidious way Aunt Hes has spiked his guns, but had arrived home without any real expectation of discovering the whole episode to have been imagined, as he had told himself might well be the case.

      His resentment had flared anew at sight of Maidie in that objectionable attire, but it had fled as he took in the enormity of her ginger hair and discovered the chink in her armour. Gone was the self-possessed young woman who had driven him against the ropes in the morning! He had begun to realise that there was a good deal of bravado about Maidie’s manner. She was still the most infuriating wench he had ever encountered, and he did not doubt but that she would drive him demented. But he could no more have thrown her out of his house than he could similarly have treated Aunt Hes.

      He had done what he might to avert the worst consequences of her descent upon him, but he was a little disturbed by Shurland’s remarks. It would be as well, he thought, to discover just how matters were left. Maidie’s expressed wish to visit her lawyer was therefore opportune.

      They set off in his phaeton on Friday morning, with Maidie (who had yesterday been on a further shopping spree with Lady Hester) arrayed in a new pelisse of warm brown and a matching bonnet adorned with russet satin rosettes. With her curls rioting under a wide brim, Delagarde acknowledged that she made an appealing picture.

      ‘You look very well,’ he said, as he handed her up into the carriage. ‘Was it your choice?’

      ‘No, it was Lady Hester’s,’ Maidie told him, giving him her direct gaze with those clear grey eyes. Well! It was moderate praise, but at least he approved. ‘I have not yet learned enough to trust myself.’

      ‘You will,’ Delagarde said, climbing up into the phaeton, and disposing the heavy folds of his caped greatcoat loosely about him to free his arms before taking up the reins and his whip. He nodded at his groom, who let go of the horses’ heads and swung himself up behind as the carriage swept past.

      ‘It is very kind of you to take me to see Bagpurze,’ Maidie told him, not to be outdone in civility.

      ‘No, it isn’t,’ Delagarde said with a grin, glancing down at her. ‘I have a very good reason for going with you.’

      Maidie frowned. ‘What do you mean?’

      ‘Since I have been thrust into a position where I may well have to figure as your trustee, I had better know the true facts of your inheritance.’

      ‘But I have told you!’ Maidie protested. ‘Do you suppose I have been lying to you?’

      ‘You have scarcely told me anything at all, and you cannot expect me to have made head or tail of the rigmarole you did tell me. But at least I must get a straight story from a lawyer.’

      ‘Do as you please,’ Maidie said huffily. ‘I have nothing to hide.’ She thought for a moment, and then added, ‘Besides, it is a good opportunity for us to come to terms.’

      Delagarde glanced frowningly down at her. ‘Terms?’

      ‘Yes, of course. You need not think I should expect you to do all this for nothing. And I am sure you will find the charge less troublesome when we have agreed how much I should pay you for serving me.’

      For a stunned moment, Delagarde could say nothing at all. He held in his horses with automatic skill as he guided them through the turn into Piccadilly. Then he found his tongue, throwing a quick look at the calm figure at his side.

      ‘You wish to pay me?’

      Maidie frowned up at his profile. ‘What is the matter now? You need not be embarrassed to admit that your pockets are to let. I should have thought you would be only too glad of the opportunity to obtain some easy money.’

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