An Honourable Thief. Anne Gracie

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      “It is nothing. I am being silly, that is all. It is just that Sir Bar—no! No, take no notice. It is nothing.”

      Sir Bar— Kit frowned. She recalled seeing this girl in the company of a certain Sir Bartlemy Bowles. Quite frequently, of late.

      “Has Sir Bartlemy Bowles been bothering you?” she asked bluntly.

      Miss Lutens gasped. “How did you know?”

      “I saw him with you earlier. My aunt warned me about him. He is reputed to have the hands of an octopus, is that not so?”

      Miss Lutens blinked.

      “Too many hands, too much touching,” explained Kit.

      “Oh!” Miss Lutens gasped, blushing. “Yes, exactly! And clammy!” She wrung her hands together in distress. “I simply cannot bear it.”

      “Tell your mother,” recommended Kit. “She’ll soon send the clammy-handed old roué about his business. From what my aunt says, he’s notorious for pestering young girls. And though he is rich, he’s also married, so there is no need to worry that your mama plans to wed you to the horrid old slug.”

      Miss Lutens giggled at the description, but shook her head. “No, that is the trouble, for I did mention it once, and Mama did not believe that Sir Bartlemy could be so ungallant. She told me not to be so silly.”

      Her hands twisted the damp handkerchief into a rope. “He used to be a beau of hers, you understand, before she married Papa, and I think she still has a tendre for him.” She bit her lip. “I think…Mama thinks he is paying me so much attention for her sake…”

      “Ahh,” said Kit, understanding her dilemma at last. “Well, then, you must get rid of the fellow yourself.”

      Miss Lutens stared at her with large brown eyes. “Get rid of him? But how?”

      “Be firm, be bold,” said Kit decisively. “Tell him to keep his hands to himself.”

      Miss Lutens’s mouth dropped open in surprise. “Oh! I am not sure I could…And what if he does not?”

      “Then slap him! Good and hard.”

      “Oh, I could not possibly slap him!” gasped Miss Lutens. “It would make a scandal, me slapping a man of his rank and years. I truly could not!”

      Kit frowned. Miss Lutens had a point. “Well, try being firm and speaking to him about it, and if that does not work, let me know. I shall think of something. We women have to put up with enough in life without having to endure furtive caresses from a slug!”

      “Oh, yes! Thank you!” Miss Lutens beamed. “Oh, I am so pleased to have met you. I was not looking forward to this ball, you know, with Sir Bartlemy escorting Mama and me, but now I have made a friend and I am so happy!” She clasped Kit’s hand in an eager grip.

      Kit smiled, her heart sinking. It was not part of her plans to make friends. If she allowed people to get too close to her, they would see through her deception. Already with Miss Lutens she had not behaved as an unworldly innocent would—she had dropped her role to rescue an innocent child from a nasty groping octopus.

      It was a foolish move. But Kit could not help herself. She had learned very young to protect herself from unwanted attentions—she’d had to with the life she’d lived.

      Kit hesitated. She’d been watching the other young girls with envy in her heart, envying them their doting parents and protective chaperones and wondering wistfully what her life might have been like if Papa had doted on her like these parents did on their daughters.

      But now she realised that their very protectiveness had made these girls quite vulnerable to the unscrupulous attentions of persons like Sir Bartlemy Bowles. Without her mother’s support, Miss Lutens was like an oyster without a shell; soft, exposed and utterly unable to protect herself.

      But Kit did not have had the benefit of a protected up-bringing; she had more than a few tricks up her sleeve. She resolved to help Miss Lutens.

      “You need not simply put up with things, you know. You can take action on your own behalf.”

      “How?” said Miss Lutens, eagerly.

      “You must do something to give Sir Bartlemy a disgust of you.”

      “But what? And what would my mama say?”

      “It will be too late for your mama to prevent it. And if you are clever and subtle enough, then you won’t have to be in her bad books for long.” She gave Miss Lutens a significant look and added with a faint smile, “Much can be forgiven of a young girl who is nervous about making her come-out.”

      Miss Lutens looked at her blankly. Kit winked. “Do not worry about it. Do I understand that Sir Bartlemy has already had two dances?”

      Miss Lutens nodded.

      “Good, then you shall not have to dance with him again tonight. Shall you be at Almack’s on Wednesday?”

      Miss Lutens nodded. “Yes, Mama has procured the vouchers.”

      “I shall also be there and no doubt we shall see Sir Bartlemy too.”

      “Yes,” said Miss Lutens dolefully. “He is very fond of Almack’s.”

      “Then I shall show you what I mean on Wednesday,” said Kit. “And when you come, bring your sharpest hatpin, just in case.”

      Miss Lutens’s eyes widened. “My…my hatpin? But, but I shall not be wearing a hat at Almack’s, you know.”

      Kit wondered what it would be like to be so innocent, so sheltered, so trusting of the world. Vulnerable, she told herself firmly.

      “Yes, it is not for a hat. You must keep it in your reticule, but poke the end into a cork, so it does not prick you. And then, if you are bothered by such nasty creatures as, let us say, octopuses, you may take it out and…” She mimed the thrusting of a pin and winked. “Very useful things, hatpins.”

      Miss Lutens gasped, put a hand over her mouth and giggled.

      “That’s right,” said Kit cheerily, “and even if you do not use it, it will make you feel much more confident, knowing you have your hatpin on hand. In the meantime, take heart. There are plenty of nice, handsome young men who will take one look at you and fall instantly in love. Your mama will soon be so busy keeping track of all your suitors, she will have no time for clammy old horrors like Sir Bartlemy.”

      Miss Lutens blushed and giggled again.

      “That’s better,” said Kit bracingly. “Now, let us return to the ballroom,” she said. “Our partners will be awaiting us.”

      “Thank you for the dance, Miss Singleton,” said Lord Norwood stiffly as he escorted Kit back to where her aunt was seated. He was a little annoyed from having been treated with cool lack of interest all through the country dance.

      “You are welcome, sir,” responded Kit coolly. “I do enjoy country dances, though they СКАЧАТЬ