To Catch a Husband.... Sarah Mallory

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      ‘I do not know London as well as you, Miss Harworth, but I do not think one can slip across such a busy thoroughfare.’

      ‘No, but there are crossing sweepers, and we have Norris, so there can be no objection. Oh, do say yes, Miss Wythenshawe!’

      Kitty was not proof against her new friend’s entreaties. They left the square, safely negotiated the traffic of Oxford Street and soon found themselves in the relative peace of the great park. Although it was not the fashionable hour there was a considerable crowd and several carriages to be seen, but once they had crossed the broad carriageway and walked some distance from the gates they found themselves alone. Kitty released the little dog and watched him running happily amongst the bushes.

      ‘Oh, this is infinitely better than a dusty street,’ declared Ann.

      Kitty turned her face up to the sun, so much warmer here than in her native Yorkshire.

      ‘I have to agree, Miss Harworth.’

      ‘Let us be done with this formality. You must call me Ann and I shall call you Katherine.’

      ‘Kitty, if you please—apart from when Godmama introduces me to new acquaintances the only time I am called Katherine is when I am in disgrace.’

      ‘Very well, then, Kitty! And since we are now such good friends, you can tell me if you have a beau.’

      ‘Goodness me, no,’ replied Kitty, laughing and blushing at the same time.

      ‘What, is there no gentleman waiting back in Yorkshire for you?’

      Kitty shook her head. ‘There were no gentlemen in Fallridge. None that Mama approved,’ she added, thinking back to the occasions when she had seen the carriages driving up to the King’s Arms for the monthly assembly.

      ‘Farmers and tradesmen,’ her mother had said, dismissively. ‘Very good people, I am sure, but not suitable companions for you, my love.’

      ‘Were you very lonely?’ asked Ann.

      Kitty looked up quickly, and Ann smiled at her.

      ‘You looked so wistful that I thought, perhaps.’

      ‘Yes, I was lonely,’ Kitty confessed. ‘I should have liked to go to school—’

      ‘Oh, I went to school,’ broke in Ann, pulling a face. ‘It was the most horrid experience and of very little use, for apart from learning to dance what do I need with history, or the use of globes, or even to speak French, when we are forever at war with that frightful country?’

      ‘But surely you made friends there?’

      ‘Well, of course, although most of them are married now. Or betrothed.’ She flicked a glance at Kitty. ‘I am considered quite old to be still unwed, you know. Poor Mama is beginning to despair.’

      ‘And do you not wish to marry?

      ‘Oh, yes,’ replied Ann casually, ‘eventually I suppose I must accept someone. Poor Mama is even more desperate for Bertram to wed, because he is nearly forty and Mama says we must have an heir. As for me, I am enjoying myself far too much flirting with all the gentlemen of my acquaintance! Do you like flirting, Kitty?’

      ‘I do not think I have ever tried it.’

      Her frank reply brought Ann’s astonished gaze upon her.

      ‘Never?’

      ‘No, never. I know so few gentlemen, you see. The Squire and Reverend Denny are the only gentlemen who called upon Mama, and they are both very old.’

      ‘But surely you must have come into contact with younger gentlemen?’ said Ann, appalled.

      Kitty considered for a moment.

      ‘Well, there is Joshua, of course: he is the local farmer’s son who drove me to Halifax.’

      ‘No, a farmer’s boy does not count,’ declared Ann firmly. ‘But you must know others. Think, Kitty.’

      Kitty tried to think, but the only other man who came into her mind was the fierce-eyed Mr Blackwood, and he had not even liked her. At last she shook her head, saying ruefully, ‘I fear I am not the sort of girl that gentlemen like to flirt with.’

      ‘Gentlemen will flirt with any female,’ Ann retorted. ‘It is quite clear to me that you have lived far too sheltered a life, Miss Kitty Wythenshawe, so we must do what we can to make it more exciting!’

      Kitty laughed at her. ‘I shall be delighted if you can do so! For now, though, we had best return to Portman Square before Godmother thinks we have been kidnapped!’

      Kitty called the little dog to her and fastened him on the leash, then the two young ladies set off to retrace their steps in perfect harmony. When they reached the edge of the park Kitty noticed something white fluttering against the trunk of one of the trees. As they drew closer it became clear it was a printed sheet, secured to the trunk with a nail.

      ‘It will be a handbill,’ said Ann, when Kitty directed her attention to the paper. ‘Perhaps there is a new play at Drury Lane!’ She stepped closer, peering up at the words. ‘No, it is one of Mr Clarkson’s meetings.’

      ‘Thomas Clarkson the abolitionist?’

      ‘You have heard of him?’

      ‘Why, yes,’ said Kitty, coming forwards to stare at the paper. ‘He travels the country with his talks on how badly the slaves are treated. I have never attended a meeting, however. I have only read reports.’

      ‘Then perhaps we should go to this one,’ said Ann slowly. ‘It is at the Red Lion in Lombard Street—in the City, where the banks are.’ She turned to Kitty, her eyes shining. ‘Shall we go? We have a week to concoct a story that will please Mama and Aunt Leaconham. We will take a hackney carriage to the City. It will be so exciting.’

      ‘Now, that’s enough, miss,’ said Norris, stepping up. ‘You know her ladyship will never allow it.’

      ‘She will not know,’ replied Ann. ‘Not a word of this to anyone, Norris, or I shall have you turned off for insolence.’

      The maid snorted loudly. ‘I should like to see you try that, miss. What, when her ladyship knows just what a handful you are?’

      ‘You are right, of course, and I should never let you leave me, dear Norris!’ Ann put her arms about the older woman and hugged her ruthlessly. ‘But I am quite determined to go to this meeting, so you must come with us, Norris, to make sure we are safe!’

      Kitty could not but admire her tactics. The maid argued for a few moments, but soon gave in to Ann’s cajoling, saying bitterly that if she refused then her mistress was quite capable of sneaking off alone and unprotected.

      ‘And what her ladyship would have to say about that, I don’t know,’ she ended, shaking her head.

      ‘No more do I, Norris,’ chuckled Ann, turning to take СКАЧАТЬ