Historical Romance June 2017 Books 1 - 4. Annie Burrows

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      ‘Your dowry is gone?’ Something flickered across his face. ‘That is how she could afford the court presentation, I suppose.’

      Edmund always had been quick on the uptake. Her father might have despised him for not being keen on what he’d deemed manly pursuits, but even he’d conceded Edmund had a mind like a steel trap. So, because he was sure to work it all out for himself eventually, she didn’t see any point in trying to conceal anything from him now. ‘Stepmama is determined Sukey will marry a viscount, at the very least. Which means we need to be able to dance at ton events. Hence the court presentation.’

      She wrenched her hand free. ‘This entire Season has been planned out with the efficiency of a military campaign.’

      His eyes flicked once more across the immense expanse of bosom left on show by her scanty evening gown. ‘So,’ he said thoughtfully, ‘rather than don armour, you have decided to use what weapons you possess.’

      ‘I would say that it is more a case of setting out the wares,’ she countered through gritted teeth. ‘I feel like a...’ She sucked in a sharp breath. She could only think of one horrid, vulgar word to describe how she felt.

      ‘You look magnificent,’ he said.

      ‘What? That wasn’t what you said when you first came over here.’ She searched his face for signs of mockery, but could detect only what looked very much like sympathy.

      ‘I...’ He paused, his lips thinning in annoyance. ‘I forgot, when I first saw you tonight, that you have little choice in what you wear,’ he admitted. ‘This is one of the things you were dreading about the Season, wasn’t it? Being paraded about like a prize heifer at market.’

      Bother him, now he’d made her want to cry. Because he’d remembered what she’d said to him, practically word for word. And believed her, unquestioningly.

      But before she could do anything so weak as to break down or as foolish as to fling herself on to his chest, Stepmama rose from the card table and headed in their direction with a martial gleam in her eye. Which made Georgiana lift her chin and stiffen her spine, thank goodness.

      Just in the nick of time.

      ‘Lord Ashenden? Why, what a surprise,’ Stepmama cooed. ‘I had no notion that you were a friend of Lord and Lady Havelock.’

      ‘Why should you?’

      Georgiana almost shivered at the chill in his voice. It was as if the Edmund she’d started to become comfortable with again had vanished. In his place stood Lord Ashenden. And she could easily imagine him delivering the kind of remark that had fallen from the lips of Lord Lensborough, earlier. The kind of remark designed to cut down a vulgar interloper and remind her that though she might have wheedled her way inside a house belonging to a member of the Quality, she had absolutely none herself.

      Instead, his frosty expression thawed, even though it was only by about half a degree.

      ‘I have a passing acquaintance with Lord and Lady Chepstow, too,’ he said. ‘Have you met them?’

      ‘Oh, yes, she is a most charming woman,’ Stepmama gushed.

      ‘Lady,’ he corrected her.

      ‘Yes, that is what I meant, of course.’

      ‘She is also extremely intelligent,’ he said, enigmatically. ‘She was working as a governess, you know, when Chepstow decided to marry her.’

      ‘Indeed?’ For a moment, Stepmama faltered, unsure of where the conversation was headed. Georgiana could barely prevent herself from kicking him. He was deliberately toying with Stepmama. At least Lord Lensborough’s derision had been obvious, though delivered with brutal swiftness.

      ‘I heard,’ Stepmama was saying, ‘that they had known each other almost all their lives, that she attended the same school as his sister.’

      ‘That may be correct,’ he acknowledged. ‘In any case, I find it admirable that she was using the talents God gave her to make her own way in the world.’

      ‘Oh, yes, most admirable,’ said Stepmama with enthusiasm, though she couldn’t possibly have any idea what she was being so enthusiastic about.

      ‘Are you hinting,’ said Georgiana, taking pity on her stepmother, ‘that I would be better to go out and work for my living, than attempt to get a husband, my lord?’ Was that what he’d meant about keeping his promise to help her? Since he knew how reluctant she was to marry, was he going to use his influence, and his connections, to help her find paid employment instead?

      ‘Oh, merciful heavens, how can you say anything so absurd?’ cried Stepmama, rapping her over the wrist with her fan. Quite hard.

      ‘Is it so absurd?’ Edmund tipped his head to one side and stared at Stepmama as if he was giving the matter serious consideration.

      ‘Completely absurd,’ tittered Stepmama. ‘Why, who on earth would employ Georgiana? In any capacity? She has none of the feminine accomplishments. I suppose, if we could find a school where horse riding was considered important, she could teach the younger girls to ride, but other than that...’ She waved her hand dismissively.

      Edmund’s eyes barely flickered, but they seemed to her to have turned to ice.

      ‘Did you never teach her any of the feminine accomplishments you consider so desirable, madam? I should have thought that was among your primary duties.’

      ‘Oh.’ Stepmama looked taken aback at this deliberate, open criticism. ‘Well, naturally, I tried,’ she said, putting on her most martyred expression. ‘Only Georgiana is not the slightest bit biddable, you know. Not like my own daughter.’

      ‘Who is the most accomplished female,’ he said with deceptive smoothness, ‘I am ever likely to meet, I shouldn’t wonder.’

      There was an edge to his voice that made Georgiana almost urge Stepmama to beware. He clearly hadn’t liked the way Stepmama had belittled her, even though he must know she’d only spoken the truth.

      ‘Oh, heavens, yes. My Sukey—’

      ‘Embroiders and paints, and plays the pianoforte?’

      ‘Why, yes, naturally, and—’

      ‘Speaks Italian and French, and sings like a nightingale?’

      ‘Well, no...not the languages, though she does sing beautifully...’

      Georgiana was suddenly torn between the equal urges to laugh and to slap him. He was being at his most cutting, and sarcastic in her defence, and Stepmama had no idea he was making fun of her and her pretensions.

      ‘Madam,’ he breathed, with complete insincerity, ‘I must certainly have an introduction to this paragon.’

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