She has his hand, but not his heart…

Amanda Hamilton’s fortune means she’s not short of marriage offers, despite her unfashionable figure! But there’s only one man she wants for her husband, the dashing Lieutenant Peter Phipps, who is in dire financial straits. Amanda knows Phipps doesn’t love her, but when he proposes, she accepts—unable to resist the chance to live her dreams.

Their burgeoning relationship surprises everyone, especially Phipps, who discovers that his sweet, sensible fiancée is also brave and passionate. Suddenly, the role of dutiful husband looks a lot more attractive!

Amanda was lost in thought.

Phipps’s kiss after he’d licked the strawberry juice from his finger was something she had never encountered before. His previous kisses had been sweet and enjoyable—but that kiss … it had shaken her to the very core of her being, arousing such a whirl of fierce passions that she had been for a moment swept quite away. She’d seen something in his eyes: an answering need that had made her feel he wanted to lay her down in the sweet meadow grass and.

There her mind stopped, for to imagine those sensations brought to fulfilment was shocking.

She realised that it was going to be harder than she’d imagined, hiding her feelings for Phipps once they were married. If his kiss could arouse such fire in her—a blazing inferno that had threatened to sweep away all barriers—what would happen on their wedding night?

Praise for

Anne Herries:

‘Pride and Prejudice meets Agatha Christie in this enthralling, captivating and wonderfully passionate Regency romance by award-winning author Anne Herries.’ —CataRomance on COURTED BY THE CAPTAIN

‘Another enjoyable romp.’

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Chosen by the Lieutenant

Anne Herries

www.millsandboon.co.uk

ANNE HERRIES lives in Cambridgeshire, where she is fond of watching wildlife and spoils the birds and squirrels that are frequent visitors to her garden. Anne loves to write about the beauty of nature, and sometimes puts a little into her books, although they are mostly about love and romance. She writes for her own enjoyment, and to give pleasure to her readers. Anne is a winner of the Romantic Novelists’ Association Romance Prize. She invites readers to contact her on her website: www.lindasole.co.uk

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

Introduction

Author Note

Title Page

About the Author

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Copyright

Prologue

Amanda Hamilton looked at her reflection in the long mirror in her dressing room and sighed, for she was no beauty. Of what use to be an heiress and have three proposals from fortune-hunters in the last month when she was what could be indelicately described as overweight? And at a time when the fashion was for sylphs and girls who looked as if a puff of wind would blow them away!

If only she did not have such a sweet tooth or was some inches taller! On a taller girl her inches might have looked impressive, for she had a well-formed bust and good hips, which many gentlemen liked, but Amanda was tiny. Papa was at fault for he had spoiled her when she was a small child, giving her sweetmeats and cakes and petting her, forming her appetite for the sticky sweet things that had proved her downfall.

Although her dark hair was glossy and her grey eyes bright and fearless, what man could truly want such a dumpling for a wife? Her face was too plump and had therefore lost the pretty shape that should be hers and she thought herself plain and dowdy, despite all the money spent on her clothes. So how could she ever expect to find the man of her dreams?

Oh, there were several who paid court to her and she’d received many offers this Season, but none of the gentlemen who had spoken wanted her for herself. Nor would they have been acceptable to Papa. Lord Neville Hamilton required a gentleman who could give his daughter the lifestyle she was accustomed to, though she knew that if she’d cared for any of her suitors Papa would have given in to her wishes in the end. None of them had caused Amanda to lose a wink of sleep and that was because her heart was already given to a man she’d loved from the first time he’d smiled at her.

Lieutenant Peter Phipps: the second son of Lord Richard Piper, and quite the kindest gentleman that Amanda had ever been privileged to meet. Phipps, as his friends called him, was kind enough to dance with her at a country-house ball when she’d been sitting for more than an hour, unnoticed by most of the gentlemen present. At that time her fortune had been modest, for Amanda had an elder brother, Robert, who would naturally inherit Papa’s estate. However, just a year after that fateful affair when Amanda had lost her heart, Great-aunt Mariah Howard had died and left her entire fortune to her favourite great-niece, much to the chagrin of several other nieces and nephews who might have had hopes of Lady Howard.

It seemed that some gentlemen who had found Amanda invisible a year ago were now eager to engage her attention. Several had already proposed marriage and, if she were not mistaken, another young man was about to do so. But, perversely, the one gentleman she would have married, regardless of whether he truly loved her or not, had given her no indication that he was preparing to make her an offer—even though he was unfailingly kind and always stopped to speak to her or stood up with her if she lacked partners.

Amanda was a clever girl, something she did her best to keep hidden, because as Mama had once told her, gentlemen did not care for knowing girls. Papa might be proud of her skills at drawing, French, Latin and mathematics, as well as some knowledge of the sciences, but Mama said it was all useless learning. Mama preferred her daughter to be skilled at needlework, which she was, and to be able to quote from various poets; to play the pianoforte and the harp, and to sing prettily were all essential for a young lady of her class. Amanda could do all those things. She also had a keen sense of humour, as did Papa, though Mama could not always see why they laughed at something, for she did not share their amusement in the absurd.

Mama said ladies needed a husband to provide them with children and a good home, but after that it was sensible to find one’s own interests and leave the gentlemen to pursue whatever course they chose.

‘Oh, you foolish, foolish girl,’ Amanda said to her reflection and amusement lit the grey eyes. ‘To be hankering after a man just because he is kind and always thinks of your feelings. It is ridiculous and you should put him right out of your mind. He may be kind, but he is not in love with you.’

How could he be in love with the girl she’d seen in her mirror? No man wanted a dumpling as his wife—especially one as tall and handsome as Phipps. She was an idiot to think about it and must accept that she would probably be an old maid and stay at home to look after Papa—and he would not mind at all.

Amanda felt better and laughed, her face lighting up as she saw the funny side of her predicament. Lieutenant Phipps was in financial difficulty. She had always known that as a second son he would inherit only a small estate from his grandmother, which was situated not more than sixty miles from Papa’s estate, and his younger son’s portion from his father. If he wished to continue the lifestyle he so clearly enjoyed, visiting the clubs and mixing in society, he must marry an heiress. So why not her?

‘Because you are fat,’ Amanda told her reflection severely. ‘If you were not so greedy, you would be like a waif and he would fall in love with you!’

She must renew her efforts to lose weight. Always her own worst critic, Amanda told herself off regularly, and indeed, she did try, but when one went to so many parties and was offered such delicious trifles, it was so hard to refuse. Besides, even if she did manage to lose weight, she could never look like the beautiful Miss Cynthia Langton. Lord Langton’s daughter was the latest heiress to come to London and was quite the haughtiest of all the beautiful young ladies this Season. Most of the unattached gentleman had flocked to her train and Amanda had seen several young ladies give her glances that, had they been daggers, would undoubtedly have slain the new arrival.

Strangely, Miss Langton had taken a fancy to Amanda. She did not have many female friends, even though her cousins Sara and Jennifer were in town and included her in their party as a matter of course. However, Amanda had been of assistance to the beauty when a flounce on the hem of her expensive Paris gown had been torn. Always equipped with a needle and thread at parties, Amanda had advised her of the tear, taken her into a private salon and repaired it so neatly that no one could see it had ever been torn. Miss Langton had attached herself to her saviour at every possible occasion after that, calling her my dearest Amanda and begging her to call her Cynthia.

Thus, Amanda was always invited to any parties her friend’s family gave, was invariably taken on all the outings to theatres, to Vauxhall and the park for a balloon ascension, to every picnic, every drive to Richmond and all the balls, routs or fêtes that Miss Langton attended. It meant that when the two heiresses entered a room together, within minutes at least half the gentlemen present would gravitate to their sides.

Amanda received her share of the attention, but she was not such a fool as not to notice the difference in the homage offered to her friend and the polite attentions given to herself.

None of which she minded at all—indeed, she drew a deal of amusement from watching the various gentlemen try first for Miss Langton’s good graces, and then, when they perceived they were not favoured, for her own. However, her mild amusement had suffered a blow recently when Lieutenant Phipps had entered the fray.

Phipps was one of many suitors the beauty kept in her train, but she did seem to favour him sometimes and that made Amanda’s heart sink. If Cynthia wanted him, she would have him, as she took anything else that caught her fancy, expecting and receiving slavish worship as her right. On the day of a ball, Amanda might expect five or six posies from would-be suitors, but Cynthia was like to receive as many as twenty. She was all the rage and the queen of the Season, and accepted the gentlemen’s homage as her right.

Amanda bore with it all patiently, for she begrudged her friend none of her success, but if Phipps made her an offer and was accepted it would break her heart...

No, how foolish! Amanda laughed at herself. She was no tragedy queen and had always known that in the end she might have to settle for second best. Only if Phipps felt drawn to her, found her necessary to his comfort, would he ever look at her as a prospective bride. It was unlikely to happen, but, since she knew that Cynthia was hoping for at least an earl, he would probably find himself dropped once the right suitor presented himself. If Amanda happened to be around at that time... She shook her head once more.

If it were not so sad, it would be most amusing. Why would the tall and handsome Phipps ever look at a dumpling like her?

Chapter One

Phipps looked through the letters on the silver salver in the hall of his family’s house in Gower Street. Half a dozen letters were waiting for him, but he judged that most of them would be polite reminders from his creditors. He was properly in the suds for the moment, because a sure thing at Newmarket had let him down and he’d lost five hundred guineas, which made it quite possible that he might have to leave town soon for lack of funds.

He was a damned fool, of course. Phipps glanced at his reflection in the gilt-framed mirror on the wall. His father had warned him to mend his ways and he’d managed it for a few weeks, because there was no point in applying to Lord Piper for extra funds when he knew full well that that gentleman was having trouble balancing the books on his own account. Phipps’s elder brother, Alexander, was quite as expensive as Phipps himself and, had he not inherited a large estate from his grandfather, would doubtless have bankrupted his father. However, despite his fortune, there was not the least hope of asking Alex for a loan, for he normally exceeded even his generous income.

Picking up the letters, Phipps carried them to his desk and deposited them in a neat pile to examine when he could find the determination to tackle the situation. Had he last week come across an earlier pile of debts that had escaped his notice, he might never have placed that reckless bet.

Oh, well, there was no point in dwelling on the mess he was currently in. He must find some way of extricating himself from a pit of his own making. It was not a new situation; he’d always known that as the second son his affairs must trail behind those of the heir. It was the way in all good families, where the estate was entailed. Besides, Phipps knew that his elder brother outshone him in so many ways. Had he been a brilliant scholar he might have made his way in Parliament, but he had little taste for such a life and had joined the army, spending several happy years serving under Wellington. His career had been solid, but without the lustre of having distinguished himself by dying in a death-or-glory charge and instead escaping virtually unscathed. Had he only been able to wear his battle scars with pride, he might have occasioned more of a stir, but he was merely one of many brave officers who had done their duty.

How he was to make a distinguished career now that the wars were over, at least for the time being, he could not say. An officer in peacetime spent most of his life lounging around or parading his men for want of something better to do, which led to boredom and quite often excessive gambling or drinking. Phipps’s father might well demand some improvement in his situation—but how? Phipps knew that in his father’s eyes he was a disappointment, for which he felt deep regret, but it was not easy to match up to a brother who bestrode the world like a young god.

Calling for his valet to lay out his evening clothes, Phipps went into the dressing room to wash and shave. Maggs had put out his shaving things and there was warm water in the blue-and-white bowl. He was a good man and had served with Phipps in the army throughout the troubles with Napoleon.

It would be a huge wrench to let the man go, as it would his grooms—and his horses...

Lord! Surely things were not as bad as all that? Phipps felt slightly sick as he remembered that the sum of his debts was almost five thousand pounds. How had he allowed them to mount to such a sum?

Of course there was the generous wedding gift of silver for Jack and Charlotte’s wedding...but that only accounted for a few hundred guineas. Letting his thoughts drift away for a few minutes, Phipps remembered how happy his friend had been on his wedding day. He’d stood as Jack’s best man and it had been a real pleasure to make that speech and see the delightful pair emerge from church...of course Charlotte was beautiful.

Most of his particular friends were now either married or engaged, Phipps reflected as he scraped the soap from his chin, studying his face in the mirror Maggs had set for him. Phipps supposed marriage might be the answer to his problems, though he would have preferred some other way of settling his debts. It was rather demeaning to offer for an heiress, knowing that at some time soon after the wedding one would have to dip into her fortune to settle his wretched affairs. Although in theory a woman’s fortune became her husband’s on marriage, there was normally a contract securing an income to her and the most part of the capital to her children. To stipulate that a large portion be allotted for his personal use would make Phipps feel like a beggar.

Besides, having once offered for a lady he had believed to feel some affection for him and whom he had loved in return, only for her to marry a rich man twice her age, he was apprehensive of making an offer to any lady.

What had he, a mere second son, to tempt any lady of fortune?

Phipps had delayed looking seriously for a bride for months. Had he been able to find some gainful employment he would surely have done so before this, but it was not easy. He’d offered his services to Lord Piper, but his father had good agents and did not trust him to replace them. His army pay in peacetime was scarcely enough to keep him in boots and certainly not enough to set up a family.

Unless he could find employment as an estate manager—or perhaps a political secretary?—he must marry an heiress, Phipps admitted with a deep sigh. The devil of it was that he knew of only two who were likely to look on him with favour and were rich enough not to bother that he needed a large sum almost immediately.

Miss Cynthia Langton and Miss Amanda Hamilton: one beautiful and proud, the other a pleasant little dumpling who might have been passably pretty had she been a stone lighter.

He had formed a part of their court for the past two months or more. Miss Hamilton was always to be seen with her beautiful friend, which meant that most of Miss Langton’s suitors ended up sitting at her side and talking to her, quite often of her friend’s beauty. Phipps had found himself relegated to that position less often than most, for, wonder of wonders, Miss Langton seemed often to smile on him. She would accept a cup of iced lemonade from his hand, allow him to dance with her twice at balls, take her walking in the park—with Miss Hamilton and another gentleman—take her driving to various places of interest, with Miss Hamilton following behind in the curricle of another gentleman.

Had Miss Langton been less beautiful and not so universally admired, Phipps would probably have offered for her long ago, but he doubted that she would take him. Her fortune was sufficient not to look for it in her husband, but she did look for rank and it all came back to the fact that Phipps was a younger son. His brother Alex was just a year older and in the best of health, which meant that he had no hope of ever stepping into his shoes—nor would he wish to since it would mean his brother’s demise. They might not be bosom friends, but were fond enough as a rule.

Only by making a distinguished career for himself could he hope to engage the interest of a lady wealthy enough to pay his debts and keep them both in the luxury he and she would enjoy.

Phipps looked himself squarely in the eyes and admitted the truth. Miss Langton might flirt with him, she might encourage him to dangle after her, but she would not marry a younger son with few prospects.

Which left him with the alternative. Miss Hamilton might not be a beauty, but she had many fine qualities: a sense of humour, a ready mind and a generous heart. In short, Phipps liked her, but that was a part of the problem. He knew that he was not in love with either of the heiresses. He did not know of a lady who made him want to die for love of her, to swoon at her feet or fight to protect her. There had been that one unfortunate experience, when he was a green youth, but that had taught him to look beneath the surface, if one did not wish to be burned.

Indeed, rather like his friend Jack, he’d thought that romance was grossly overrated. A man should look for comfort in his home and take a beautiful mistress for his other needs. Given this, it hardly mattered what this proverbial wife looked like, providing she was good-hearted.

So, why had he not asked Miss Hamilton to marry him weeks ago?

Phipps was not a vain man, but he knew that her smile lit up her eyes when he went to sit next to her and she always seemed happy to dance with him—so why not ask her to be his wife? He was pretty sure she would take him if he asked.

A rueful grin touched his mouth. His wretched sense of honour had made him hold back. She might not be beautiful, but she was a thoroughly nice girl and it would be wrong to take advantage of her good nature. Had she been in need of protection from the fortune-hunters, Phipps might have persuaded himself that by asking her he was protecting her from men who would run through her fortune in a year and treat her abominably. He himself would do no such thing. If she gave him her hand, Phipps would do all he could to make her happy and try to increase her fortune—but would it be enough?

She was entitled to be loved for herself. Phipps was too honest to lie, and to admit that he would marry her because he could see no other way out of his debts would be to insult her. She did not deserve to be so shabbily treated! He believed that more than one unscrupulous fellow had already made the attempt and been sent away with his hopes dashed.

Phipps would find that extremely humiliating!

Suddenly, the funny side of it struck him. He could not insult Miss Hamilton by asking her to wed him, and, though he might attempt Miss Langton, he believed his efforts would be doomed to failure.

No, he must simply make some economies. Perhaps if he sold both his horses and his commission, and returned to the country for a few months he would come about—and who knew, he might fall in love with a girl who just happened to be rich. Jack had fallen in love despite the odds, why not Phipps?

He had no time to dwell on his problems now, for he was engaged to Brock for an evening at his house: dinner, cards and music was promised and it would be a popular event, for Lord Brockley’s elder son was much sought by hopeful mamas, though they hunted in vain. Brock was an avowed bachelor and had recently won a large bet with Jack Delsey over which of them would marry first.

Brock’s aunt was hosting the party at his large town house that evening. She was a cheerful, hearty widow who laughed loudly and resembled a horse, but was a good sort who neglected nothing in the comfort of her guests.

Emerging from his dressing room clothed in shirt and evening breeches, Phipps allowed his valet to help him struggle into a velvet coat that fit like a second skin. His hair combed into a style that was known as windswept and suited his dark locks to perfection, he allowed his valet to hand him snowy-white cravats that he then, by dint of lowering his chin, formed into perfect creases. It was not quite a waterfall, Phipps thought, but a very creditable arrangement of his own design and beginning to be followed by the young dandies that desired to be all the crack.

As he thanked his man, then left for the evening, Phipps thought that he might sell his commission. The sum it raised would not settle his debts by a long way, but he might pay the most pressing and then perhaps some clever ploy would present itself.

Phipps did not cast a look towards the small pile of letters awaiting his attention. Time enough for that tomorrow...

* * *

Amanda saw Lieutenant Phipps enter the salon. She and Miss Langton had positioned themselves on a small sofa at the far end of the room so that they might see the guests as they arrived and also be seen. However, the room had filled up considerably and their view was sometimes blocked by ladies and gentlemen lingering to talk in the centre of the room.

Her heart beat very fast as she saw Phipps look about, his gaze finally coming to rest on her. He smiled and began to walk leisurely towards them, his intent obviously to greet Miss Langton and Amanda. She schooled her features to a polite smile as he came up to them, refusing to let her pleasure leap into her eyes as she was sure it must if she did not keep them lowered.

‘Miss Langton.’ Phipps bowed. ‘Miss Hamilton. I look forward to the music this evening. Shall you play cards later?’

‘I do not much care for cards, unless it be whist,’ Miss Langton replied, giving him a smile of welcome. ‘What do you play, sir?’

‘Oh, I do not think I shall play this evening,’ Phipps said. ‘I came merely for the music and the company...’

‘I love to play whist for small stakes,’ Amanda said. ‘I do not see the need for huge pots when it is the skill of the game that counts.’

‘Then perhaps we should make up a set,’ Phipps said. ‘If Miss Langton would play—and who might make a fourth?’

‘I say, do you speak of whist, Phipps?’ a man’s voice asked from behind him. ‘If you play for small stakes just for amusement, then I’m your man. I see no point in risking a fortune when, as Miss Hamilton says, ’tis the skill of the game that counts.’

Amanda smothered a sigh as she saw Lord Johnston. The young man was a pompous bore, but admitted everywhere in society on his infrequent visits to town. He lived in the country and bored everyone by talking about his Jersey cows that produced such rich milk. The prospect of hours spent in his company was not appealing, but what could Phipps do other than bow his head?

‘Splendid,’ Lord Johnston said and sat down next to Amanda. ‘I hear the guest singer this evening is Madame Bonniceur, a remarkable soprano. I believe her voice to be unmatched by any.’

Amanda held her groan inside. Whenever the young man was present at one of these affairs he would find his way to her and monopolise her company for as long as he could. She’d hoped that Phipps might take the seat beside her, but he had moved to sit beside Cynthia and she was left to make the best of Lord Johnston’s company.

He was one of the few gentlemen not in need of a fortune to regularly seek her out at parties and she was always a little apprehensive, for she could not be unaware that he was showing some partiality towards her. If given the least encouragement, she feared that he would propose to her—or, worse, approach her papa and ask for his permission. Lord Johnston was exactly the kind of gentleman that her parents would welcome as a suitor. If not as rich as some here this evening, he was not in want of a fortune. Precise to a fault, well bred and the owner of a large country estate, where he spent most of his time, Papa would not object to his making her an offer.

She must be very careful not to give him the least encouragement. Yet she was a polite and generous girl and she could not be rude or imply boredom and thus hurt his feelings.

At that moment Lady Mellors called her guests to attention, asking them to gather in the music room for the recital. Amanda rose, as did Miss Langton, Phipps and Lord Johnston. Caught in the general movement towards the music room, Amanda was forced to take her companion’s arm. He would of course take a seat near to her and that meant she must endure his company for the whole of the evening. However, Miss Langton led the way to a small two-seater sofa, which left the gentlemen with no choice but to stand behind them or move away. To Amanda’s relief Lord Johnston bowed his head, murmured that he would see her later and moved away to find a seat.

Phipps was more resourceful. He saw a single chair and whipped it up before anyone else could take it, bringing it back to place it just by the side of the sofa. Miss Langton nodded to him and smiled, clearly approving of his action.

Amanda caught his eye and the triumph in it made her laugh. He inclined his head, a look of mischief passing between them. She wished that she might have been close enough to congratulate him on the adroit move, but the music was about to begin.

As the liquid notes of the beautiful aria filled the room, Amanda’s throat seemed tight. It was a song of love...of a young man pining for a girl so far above him that he could never hope to possess her. The achingly tender words and the thrilling music made tears come to her eyes. She thought that she would give every penny of her fortune to be so loved, but knew that it would never happen, and the pain of realising that she would never feel a man’s love made tears slide down her cheek.

Flicking them away with the finger of her white gloves, Amanda found her glance going towards Phipps and the look in his eyes made her feel hot all over. She would swear that he understood her feelings and was sorry for her. A surge of despair followed by anger surged through her. How dare he pity her?

She turned away, concentrating on the music. It had changed now and was a rousing song of war and honour, which soon swept away her foolish sentimentality.

* * *

After the recital was finished and the soprano enthusiastically applauded, their hostess asked them to take refreshments, and everyone moved towards the supper room. A large table was spread with all manner of treats: pastries and mousses, trifles and dainty cakes, as well as cold meats, pickles and bread for the gentlemen. Normally, Amanda would have relished such a feast, but she discovered that she had no appetite—even a champagne syllabub held no appeal for her.

‘May I serve you with something, Miss Hamilton?’

She turned to discover Phipps at her side and forced a smile. It had hurt her to see that look in his eyes, for it told her that he had no idea of offering for her, but thought her an object of pity.

‘No, thank you. I am not hungry this evening.’

‘Then a glass of champagne?’

‘Yes, thank you, sir.’

Amanda accompanied her friend to a table. By the time Phipps arrived with a tray of delicious treats, followed by a waiter bearing two ice buckets with bottles of champagne, four gentlemen had joined them. Smiles and jests greeted Phipps and, good-naturedly, he sent for more glasses so that they might all enjoy the wine he’d provided.

‘Well, this is a merry party.’ Lord Johnston had seated himself beside Amanda. ‘I do not know that I have ever enjoyed an evening as much.’ He gave her an arch look. ‘I believe you know why it is so pleasant to me, Miss Hamilton.’

Amanda lowered her gaze. His hints were becoming bolder and she could not doubt that he was working up to asking her to marry him. For a moment she was tempted. After all, if there was nothing more in life for her, she might as well take what was offered. She enjoyed life in the country and if she had children... The thought of what must pass before she could forget herself in the care of her children caused her to shiver.

‘Are you cold?’ her companion asked. ‘I thought it hot in here and was about to ask if you would like a stroll on the terrace?’

‘I thank you, no, sir,’ she replied and sipped her champagne. ‘I’m neither cold nor overwarm—I think someone just walked over my grave.’

‘What a terrible saying that is,’ Miss Langton put in. ‘I should not like to think of you in your grave, Amanda dearest. We were just speaking of a jaunt to Richmond for a picnic and you must come with us, Amanda, for I shall not go if you do not.’ She held her head to one side and looked naughtily at the gentlemen hanging on her every word. ‘What must I do to persuade you?’

‘There is not the least need to persuade me,’ Amanda said and laughed, feeling grateful for the interruption. ‘I am always willing to oblige you, Cynthia.’

‘Well, I think you have your answer, gentlemen,’ Cynthia replied and threw a challenging look at one of the men. The Marquis of Shearne was a new admirer who had only that evening become one of her court, having been in the country until the previous day. ‘We shall expect to be royally entertained, sir. The success of the day must fall on you, since it was your suggestion.’

‘Your wish is my desire,’ the marquis answered gallantly. ‘We have two ladies and five gentleman, we must find more ladies...’

‘Then you may include me, and my sister will chaperon us,’ Harry Brockley spoke from behind the marquis. ‘I dare say Miss Langton’s cousins will make up the party?’

‘I am certain of it,’ Amanda said, looking at him in surprise for he had not hitherto paid Miss Langton the least attention, even though he was Phipps’s friend and often with him. ‘I think Mama would like to come—and perhaps Miss Jane Field...’

Miss Field was a rather shy young lady, pretty but modest, who blushed easily and was quite often left sitting on the sidelines at balls and dances, unless a kind lady introduced her to a partner. Amanda had invited her to all her mama’s parties and the girl was painfully grateful.

‘There, Miss Hamilton takes us all in charge,’ Brock said. ‘It is all arranged, so when do we set out on this famous expedition?’

It was agreed for the following Friday and Amanda undertook to ask Miss Field. Phipps gave her an approving nod, his eyes steady on her face in a way that made her heart flutter.

‘It was kind of you to think of Miss Field,’ he murmured as their hostess reminded them that card tables had been set up. ‘She is not here this evening, I think?’

‘Jane does not always receive an invitation to smaller parties, though she makes up the numbers when there are to be many guests.’

‘I believe she is not in as fortunate circumstances as yourself and Miss Langton?’

‘I am not certain of her circumstances,’ Amanda replied, though she knew well that Jane’s father had little fortune and she was here only to bear her richer cousin company during her Season. ‘But I care little for that—I like Jane. She is a kind girl and shy.’

‘You are a generous young woman,’ Phipps said. ‘Miss Langton is to be my partner. Does it content you to partner Lord Johnston at whist?’

‘I could not object,’ Amanda said, though she wished she might have reversed the pairing. ‘Lord Johnston is an adequate player, I believe.’

‘We shall see,’ Phipps said, glancing over his shoulder. ‘Miss Langton seems taken with Shearne. I think he has but recently returned to town?’

‘Yes, I believe so...’ Amanda glanced at her friend and saw the way she was sparkling up at her new admirer. She felt a pang of sympathy for Phipps and her anger with him vanished as she understood that he must be feeling cast out. ‘I dare say she is flattered by his attentions—they are marked.’

‘Yes, indeed,’ Phipps murmured, ‘and our fortunate friend has both title and fortune to offer—a temptation for any lady.’

‘Perhaps,’ Amanda replied. She could make no comment for she had not yet spoken directly to the gentleman, but there was something about him that set her teeth on edge. The way he looked at Cynthia...was not quite what she thought proper. His smile had the eager sharpness of a predator and she thought him a rake. ‘I believe Miss Langton to be a woman of sense, sir. She may not be distracted for long.’

‘You may be correct,’ he murmured softly in her ear. ‘Brock hates him. I was surprised that he agreed to be a part of an expedition got up by Shearne.’

‘Major Brockley hates the marquis?’ Amanda looked at him in surprise. ‘Does he have good reason?’

‘If he does, he has not spoken of it, but I know he distrusts and dislikes the man intensely.’

‘If Miss Langton is in any danger...’

‘Oh, I do not think he would dare to try to seduce such a popular lady; he would be ostracised by society if he did her some harm...yet if I were her I should think twice before accepting an offer from him.’

‘Why?’ Amanda asked, but they had reached the card room and the others were waiting for them, the marquis still hovering at Cynthia’s side as if he meant to watch their game and perhaps advise her.

‘Another time,’ Phipps said and smiled at her, making Amanda’s heart leap for joy. Even though she’d been hurt earlier, she was powerless in the face of that smile.

Approaching the table, Amanda took her seat and looked across the table at her partner, suddenly realising that she would not find it so boring after all. Phipps sat to her right and Cynthia to her left, Shearne and two other gentlemen lounging against the wall and making comments as the players settled down to cut the cards.

No, she thought, it might be a pleasant enough evening after all and smiled inwardly as she saw that the marquis was not having things all his own way. Cynthia might enjoy his flattery, but she had more sense than to exclude her former suitors, and since Phipps was her partner he received his fair share of smiles and warm looks, especially as they took trick after trick.

Lord Johnston was not a competent player at all; indeed, he made so many foolish discards that Amanda was hard put to hold her tongue. However, she managed it and by the time the party was about to break up received a look of understanding from Phipps that quite restored her mood of despair.

‘We shall see you in two days,’ the marquis said, taking his leave of Miss Langton, though he hardly bothered to glance at Amanda.

Phipps took her hand and bowed over it, giving her another of his devastating smiles. ‘Please forgive the tedious evening you have endured, Miss Hamilton. I truly believe you have the patience of a saint.’

‘Oh, do not say so,’ she murmured and blushed. ‘I was able to observe the skill of your play, sir, and that was entertainment enough.’

‘You must be my partner another evening,’ he said, pressed her hand and departed, leaving Amanda to sigh and wish for a future she knew was quite impossible.

Why could she not be tall and willowy like her friend Miss Langton? Just another two inches in height would have made all the difference. But she was being a fool, for did the Bible not say that a woman should be judged by her heart and not dwell on her vanity—or some such thing? Her vicar at home was fond of preaching on the evils of vanity and indeed it had never occurred to Amanda to worry about her looks until she came to London and was taken up by Miss Langton. She was a fool to long for her friend’s looks, just because she feared that the man she wanted was preparing to ask Miss Langton to wed him.

In two weeks Papa would think of returning home. Mama would be disappointed that her daughter had not accepted an offer of marriage, for she had not spoken of those she’d dismissed without a thought—but Papa would not mind. Amanda believed that her darling father would not mind if his daughter never left home.

Chapter Two

The following morning Amanda received a note from Lady Langton to tell her that Cynthia had a sore throat and would not be able to keep an appointment to walk with her that afternoon. Amanda immediately wrote to sympathise, promising that she would call another day and enquire after her friend’s health.

‘Since you are free for one afternoon, you might like to come visiting with me,’ Mama said, arching her brows. ‘Your time has been so occupied with Miss Langton that we’ve hardly been out on our own for an age.’

‘Yes, I should like that, Mama,’ Amanda said. ‘I do hope that Miss Langton will be well enough for the picnic on Friday, for everyone would be disappointed if she were to cry off.’

‘Yes, though I see no need for you to disappoint anyone and I am certain Jane Field will be looking forward to it.’

‘Yes, of course I shall go,’ Amanda said, ‘though I fear some people will think it a waste of time if Cynthia is not there.’

‘I dare say some gentlemen would think exactly that, but others would be quite content with their company.’ Her mama smiled at her. ‘Lord Johnston likes you very well, my dear—and Lieutenant Phipps has been attentive, I think?’

‘Oh, Mama...’ Amanda sighed ‘...Lieutenant Phipps will not offer for me—and I should refuse Lord Johnston for I should not be happy as his wife.’

‘You must not be too particular,’ Mama said and looked sad. ‘It is unwise to give one’s heart until one is married—that way one does not have it broken.’

‘Do you believe that love comes to order, Mama?’

‘Certainly, if one schools one’s mind to it, at least affection,’ she replied and patted Amanda’s hand. ‘Do not fret. Neither your papa nor I wish to force you to marry anyone you don’t like. You may discover a gentleman you could marry sooner than you think...’

Amanda accepted her mother’s suggestion, though she thought it fanciful, for she knew her heart to be given irrevocably. However, she would wish to marry in time and perhaps someone would appear magically who would make her forget her love for the handsome lieutenant.

She spent the morning going through her wardrobe, for it was surprising how many pairs of silk stockings were needed on an extensive visit to town and she had already worn out two pairs of dancing slippers. She had one new pair of long white gloves, but judged she might well need another before they left for the country. It would be better to make any purchases she might need in the near future, rather than sending for them when they were at home again, and made out a list of shopping.

By the time she’d finished her calculations, it was time for a light nuncheon, then Mama called for her carriage. Dressing in a gown of light peach with white-kid boots, short lace gloves and a white shawl, Amanda discovered that the gown was a little loose around the waist. Since it was the first time she’d worn the dress, she realised that the seamstress had made an allowance for her to put on weight. No doubt the lady understood that attending so many parties caused one to expand.

It was not loose enough to return it, but she would have to ask her maid to make a small adjustment before she wore it another day. The slight annoyance was not enough to spoil her day, for she tied her sash a little tighter and glanced in the mirror. She looked her best, even though she could not compare to the beautiful Miss Langton.

She went downstairs to join her mama and soon they were bowling along in the direction of one of the most fashionable squares. Mama seemed happy to have her daughter’s company and talked of all the enjoyable times they had had since they came to London. Just as the carriage drew to a halt, she gave Amanda a look of approval.

‘That gown suits you, dearest. I have not seen you looking so well in an age. The air of London must suit you.’

Amanda groaned, for when people said she looked well it was usually because she was plump in the cheeks, which some elderly gentlemen actually seemed to admire—at least, they enjoyed pinching them.

‘Thank you, Mama,’ she said and followed her mother from the carriage, not forgetting to smile at the groom who assisted first Mama and then Amanda down.

She murmured a ‘thank you’ in a soft voice Mama could not hear, because it was not really done to thank servants for every service. People of consequence accepted instant obedience as their right, but Amanda felt grateful for kindness shown her from any direction.

They were admitted to the house by a very correct butler who said they were expected and bowed them into a charming sitting room. A lady was sitting by the fire, a light blanket thrown over her legs. Her smile was welcoming and, as Amanda looked into her face, she saw that she had once been beautiful, but there was a fragility and vulnerability about her that immediately touched her.

‘Horatia, my dear friend,’ she greeted Mama warmly. ‘You have brought your daughter to see me, as you promised.’

‘Susanna dearest.’ Mama bent to kiss her cheek. ‘I was surprised to hear you were in town. It is such an age since we met and I am delighted to see you again.’

‘As I am to see you,’ the lady said and turned her soft blue eyes on Amanda. ‘Forgive me, I cannot get up to greet you, dear child. Pray come and give me a kiss.’

‘Yes, ma’am.’ Amanda moved forward willingly. ‘I am pleased to meet you.’

‘Susanna is married to the Earl of Sandown,’ Mama told her. ‘We were brought out together and she is my very dearest friend—though we have not seen each other since just after...’

‘I had an unfortunate accident when out riding,’ Susanna said to Amanda. ‘It robbed me of the power of my legs, as you see—but in all other aspects I do very well. My son is so good to me. When I said I should like to visit London, he moved heaven and earth to bring me here.’

‘How long do you stay?’ Mama asked.

‘Oh, for three weeks or so if I keep well and there is no reason why I should not. Nathan fusses over me, but I am determined to see as many old friends as I can—though in most cases they will have to come to me. I am able to drive out in the park, or to sit at the table when we give a dinner, but I fear that it would be too much trouble to inflict on a hostess if I were to attend a ball, for I must be carried everywhere in my chair.’

‘Now, Mama,’ a strong voice spoke from the doorway. ‘You know most of your friends would not consider that the least trouble...and if you will only allow them they will make all the necessary arrangements for your comfort.’

Amanda turned to look at the man who had spoken. At first glance she did not think him handsome, for he was of a dark complexion with heavy brows, black hair that was brushed back from his temples and a rather long nose. However, as he bent over his mother’s hand, his smile transformed him. Most would undoubtedly think him handsome, though something made Amanda remain a little aloof.

‘Will you not introduce me to your delightful company?’ His eyes flicked to Mama and then to Amanda.

‘This is Lady Hamilton and her daughter Amanda, dearest. You have heard me speak of Horatia many times, I think.’ Susanna smiled at him lovingly. ‘My son Nathan—you see what a scold he is!’

‘I have heard so much about you,’ Mama said, looking at him with interest. ‘I am sure you speak the truth, Lord Armstrong. I should be happy to make any arrangements necessary to have my dear Susanna at Amanda’s dance next week. It will be our last engagement in town, for after that we must think of returning home.’

‘Oh, surely not so soon?’ Lord Armstrong said, coming to take Mama’s hand and bow over it before turning to Amanda. ‘Miss Hamilton, I am delighted to meet you.’

Amanda smiled up at him, for he was tall and she barely reached his shoulder. ‘As we are to meet you, sir. We have been in town for a month now, you know, and Papa took the house for six weeks, so I fear we shall have to leave at the end of that period.’

‘Not at all,’ he said. ‘This house is far too large for the two of us. You must stay with us after the lease of your present house has expired. Mama must not be deprived of your company too soon.’

‘Nathan, my love. You may command me, but you must not marshal our guests into manoeuvres of your making.’

‘I fear Mama thinks me domineering, but indeed I am apt to see the easy route from difficult situations. Do you not think it is always best to cut to the chase, Miss Hamilton? People make heavy weather of things when if you simply ride straight at the obstacle you may clear it with ease.’

‘You are a hunting man, sir,’ Amanda replied with a teasing look. His manner was easy and since it was impossible to feel shy or reserved with a man who was so direct, she began to let down her guard a little. Clearly this gentleman scorned the polite conventions and meaningless compliments so loved by polite society. ‘I see no reason to scold you, for if it were possible I am certain Mama would wish to stay with the countess...but I know that Papa cannot extend his stay.’

‘Then I dare say Lord Hamilton is generous enough to allow us the pleasure of your company for another week or two, if I promise to see you safely home.’

‘I believe he would,’ Mama said, looking pleased. ‘I should certainly enjoy being here with Susanna as my hostess, sir. I thank you for the invitation—and it will give Amanda another two weeks in town.’

Mama was hopeful that two further weeks would give her daughter a chance to receive a proposal she could accept and the thought brought a flush to her cheeks. She saw the countess and her mama exchange knowing glances and felt hot of a sudden; they were plotting something together, she was sure of it. Mama must have told her that she had not yet received an acceptable offer.

They stayed to take some refreshment at the countess’s invitation and Lord Armstrong stayed with them for another twenty minutes, before excusing himself on a matter of business.

‘Nathan is my stepson,’ the countess told Amanda after he had left them. ‘He was but a year old when I married his father and I am the only mother he has ever known. I gave my husband a daughter, who died in infancy, and another son. However, Charles is a delicate boy and remains in the country with his father. He is seven years old and a little naughty, but Nathan adores him, and spoils him as much as he spoils me. Had we not engaged a wonderful nurse to help dear old Nanny, we should never have left him for this trip to town.’

‘You are fortunate to have Lord Armstrong,’ Mama said. ‘He could not be more fond of you if you were indeed his mother.’

‘I am fortunate,’ Susanna replied with a little smile. ‘Nathan is a determined man, but kind and generous. His father has not been entirely well of later years and Nathan runs everything to do with the estate. Indeed, he has been so busy looking after us that he has had no time for his own affairs. His father wishes him to marry, but he shows no sign of being interested in any lady of his acquaintance.’

Amanda sensed an understanding between Mama and the countess, and saw a look of speculation in that lady’s eyes. Was she being considered as a bride for Lord Armstrong? Perhaps the countess was here to find him a bride, though she felt sure that he knew nothing of her scheming.

* * *

When it was time to leave, Amanda thanked the countess for her hospitality and the invitation to stay with her another week or so in town and was instructed to kiss her.

‘You are as lovely and charming as your mama told me,’ Susanna said and patted her hand. ‘I have oft wished my daughter had lived—and I should wish her to be just like you, my dear.’

Amanda thanked her and they were escorted to the door by the stately butler. Once in the carriage, Mama turned to look at her.

‘Well, that was a surprise. I have so wished that I might spend more time with Susanna, but it was never possible, though I visited her at her country house soon after her accident—but since then somehow it was never thought of, though we often write to one another.’

‘You have not spoken to me much of the countess, Mama.’

‘Have I not?’ Mama looked at her. ‘I dare say I did not think the subject would interest you. At that time I thought it unlikely we should meet often.’

‘I liked her—and Lord Armstrong. He is very direct, Mama.’

‘Yes, almost overbearing,’ Mama said thoughtfully. ‘But kind—so very considerate. Some gentlemen are like that... I believe his father was much the same. Now your papa has always been so easy-going...’

‘Papa is a darling,’ Amanda said. ‘I dare say Lord Armstrong has found it easier to organise everyone for their own good...since his mother and brother are delicate.’

‘His father, too, has been unwell for a couple of years. I imagine that Nathan has had to bear more than his fair share of responsibility for some years.’

‘I suppose that is why he has formed a habit of taking command.’

‘Yes, indeed. He is barely three years older than your brother, Amanda, and Robert is but twenty-one...but he seems older.’ Mama frowned. ‘I had thought...but I see it would not do...’

Amanda glanced at Mama’s profile. She looked disappointed, and Amanda guessed that she had been hoping her old friend’s son might appeal to her as a husband.

‘I do not dislike Lord Armstrong, Mama,’ Amanda said and saw her mother’s frown disappear. ‘At least he is not pompous or foolish—and I think him a man one might rely on in a crisis. However, it would be presumptuous to think he might look at me. There are so many pretty girls in London. Even if he admired me, I should soon fade from his mind once he saw Miss Langton.’

‘Susanna so wants him to marry a nice girl who will be content to live in the country with her and her family.’

‘Yes, Mama, I realised that you had hopes, both of you, but you must have seen that it is quite ridiculous. Why would a man who might have anyone he chose look at me?’

‘You may be a little plumper than I should like,’ Mama said, ‘but because you have been so much in Miss Langton’s company you have come to think yourself unattractive, but that is not so. Indeed, I thought you looked very pretty today and I know Susanna thought the same.’

Amanda pealed with laughter. ‘Oh, Mama, I do love you,’ she said. ‘I know you want the best for me—and I am sure that one day I shall receive an offer I can accept with equanimity, if not with ecstasy.’

‘Well, there is no hurry after all,’ Mama said and patted her gloved hand. ‘I suppose Susanna and I must give up our dream, but that does not mean we cannot enjoy our stay with her.’

Her mother was incorrigible! Amanda believed that Mama would go to any lengths to see her well suited.

‘No, of course not. I liked the countess very well,’ Amanda said. ‘But will Papa mind going home alone?’

‘Your papa never minds if something makes me happy,’ Mama said, a little smile curving her mouth. ‘If I were you, dearest, I should choose an amiable man as your husband when the time comes—for I think you have too much spirit to be dominated.’

Amanda smiled and nodded, but made no reply. She was relieved that Mama was not set on a match between her and her friend’s son, for she was certain such a plan was doomed to disappointment.

‘I do hope Miss Langton will have recovered from her chill tomorrow,’ she said. ‘I shall visit her in the morning to see how she goes on.’

* * *

Lady Langton was hesitant when Amanda called the next morning, but took her into a small sitting room and made a full confession.

‘We have given it out that Cynthia has a chill,’ she explained, ‘but the truth is much worse—she has contracted chicken pox and the rash has come out all over her this morning.’

‘Oh, that is awful for her,’ Amanda said. ‘She will miss the picnic tomorrow—and that will disappoint several people.’

‘Yes, I believe it will.’ Cynthia’s mother smiled complacently. ‘However, it cannot be helped. I shall be taking her down to the country as soon as she is able to travel—but she does not wish it to be generally known that she has chicken pox. I know I may rely on you to keep the true reason for her illness private.’

‘Yes, of course, ma’am. I should not dream of speaking of it. May I go up to see her?’

‘Are you not afraid of taking the infection?’

‘My brother brought it home when I was but six years old, ma’am. I am unlikely to catch it again.’

The marchioness nodded thoughtfully. ‘I think her too unwell today—but perhaps you will call after the picnic to tell her of it?’

‘Yes, certainly,’ Amanda said and took her leave.

She was walking home with her maid when she saw someone she knew coming towards her. Lieutenant Phipps was bearing a posy of flowers and, since they were but one street from Miss Langton’s house, Amanda guessed the tribute was for Cynthia.

‘Miss Hamilton,’ Phipps said and took his hat off to her. ‘Have you been to visit Miss Langton? How is she?’

‘Still quite unwell, I believe,’ Amanda replied. ‘I believe she will not be able to accompany us to the picnic tomorrow, sir.’

‘How unfortunate for her. I hope you will not let it spoil your pleasure in the outing?’

‘I had already invited Miss Field,’ Amanda said. ‘It would be a shame to disappoint her—and indeed, I am looking forward to it.’

‘Then I shall not cry off,’ Phipps said gallantly. ‘I fear Shearne will be a little put out, but he can hardly cancel the affair when so many have been invited.’

‘No, indeed. I am convinced that Miss Langton would not like to think that her friends had been disappointed simply because she could not attend,’ Amanda said. ‘Are you taking her that lovely posy? I should think it must cheer her up.’

‘It is but a poor tribute,’ Phipps said, looking conscious. ‘But I thought it right to visit and enquire how she goes on.’

‘Yes, I believe her mama must be pleased to see all Miss Langton’s friends make such a gesture.’ Amanda inclined her head. ‘We shall see you tomorrow then, sir?’

‘Of course. I shall call for you, as we had decided,’ he murmured. ‘I believe we shall have a pleasant day.’

Amanda agreed and they parted. She was thoughtful as she walked home, because although the lieutenant was always charmingly polite to her, she could not bring herself to believe that he had any intention of asking her to marry him. As yet she was not sure what he intended for Cynthia—he had not given her any indication that a proposal from him was imminent. Amanda knew that her friend had received any number of flattering offers, some from determined fortune-hunters, but some from very acceptable gentlemen.

‘I have not yet found the right person,’ Cynthia had confided to her once, but that had been before the Marquis of Shearne had joined her court. It must be frustrating for her friend to be forced to retire to the sickroom at such a moment.

Some people found Miss Langton proud and cold, but Amanda knew that she could be charming and considerate to people she liked—it was only that she had perhaps been reared to remember her position. Amanda herself had received nothing but kindness from Cynthia and her sympathy was all with her at this time.

Amanda felt for her, because it was unlikely that the marquis would dance attendance on her in the country and Lady Langton was determined to carry her off there as soon as she was well enough.

She could only call to see her friend as soon as she was well enough and hope that her admirers would not be put off should there be a few blemishes from the illness. Amanda had one or two small scars on her body, but she did not regard them; she’d been lucky that only one tiny one had marked her face at her right temple and hoped that Cynthia would be as fortunate. She was so beautiful that she would be distressed should the illness leave her scarred, especially on her face.

* * *

‘I have been so looking forward to this,’ Jane Field said when she arrived at Amanda’s house the following morning. ‘When I heard that Miss Langton had a chill I was afraid the picnic would be called off.’

‘Oh, no, I am certain it could not,’ Amanda soothed her. ‘Lieutenant Phipps assured me that it would go ahead—and the marquis could not disappoint so many people, of course.’

Amanda was certain she must be speaking the truth, but she could not know how close the expedition had been to being cancelled. Had Phipps not insisted that it must go ahead when he spoke to Shearne the previous evening, the ladies might indeed have found themselves disappointed. However, his offer to take over the arrangements if the marquis should feel it too much trouble reminded that gentleman of his social duties, and to all appearances he was the gracious host when the company assembled in the park later that morning.

Phipps had arrived punctually and driven them to meet up with Brock’s carriage, and that of the Misses Ramsden, cousins to the beautiful Miss Langton. Lord Johnston, having taken up Lady Hamilton, drove behind Phipps and Amanda, looking glum, for he had hoped to drive her himself.

However, once the party had assembled and the carriages were removed by servants, leaving the ladies and gentlemen to enjoy their picnic, he attached himself to Amanda’s side and would not yield to any other’s claims.

The gentlemen had decided on a spot close to the river, a pretty place close to a bend where the willows hung down to caress the water. While the ladies sat in the shade of a tree, some of the gentlemen indulged in an impromptu game of cricket.

A stray ball chancing to fly Amanda’s way, she shot up her hand and caught it, to cheers from the bowler who declared that Shearne was fairly caught and out. He glared in Amanda’s direction, for she was not officially playing.

‘Perhaps Miss Hamilton would care to take my place in the field since I have no aptitude for catching and she is clearly proficient.’

Amanda ignored the veiled sarcasm and got to her feet, declaring herself willing to take his place. She was used to such games, having played with her brother for years, and soon proved herself worthy, preventing the new batsman from running as often as he might have wished.

‘I say, Miss Hamilton...’ Major Brockley applauded her as she once again made a splendid catch and Phipps was also out ‘...you should play for our team at home.’

Laughing at the compliment, she shook her head and was ready to retire, but when she turned to look she saw that one of Cynthia’s cousins had come forward and was claiming that she was good with a bat. The gentleman handed it over to her and then proceeded to bowl a gentle underarm ball, which was contemptuously sent flying into the river and lost.

A few groans went up, because no one had thought to bring a replacement, and the game broke up.

‘It’s time we had our picnic.’ Lady Hamilton beckoned to them. ‘Come, gentlemen, the food is ready...’

Amanda rejoined the party of ladies under the sheltering tree, as did most of the gentlemen. It was only as she reached for a small pastry that Amanda realised that Jane Field was not with the other ladies. Looking round for her, she saw that the young girl had wandered some distance from the others—and, to her dismay, Jane was not alone.

The sight of Shearne standing so close to Jane sent shivers down Amanda’s spine. There was something so predatory about his manner that she feared Jane might be in danger—especially if they disappeared round the bend and were lost to sight.

She put down the pastry and was about to rise, when she saw that Major Brockley had also noticed. He looked straight at Amanda, inclined his head and set after the others instantly.

Phipps sat down next to Amanda, leaning towards her to speak softly so that only she might hear. ‘Do not be alarmed, Miss Hamilton. Brock will see that your friend comes to no harm.’

‘Thank you. Her mother entrusted her to our care...’

‘And she ought to be safe. I fear our host is a little put out because the lady he desired to please could not come today. Miss Field would not have received a second glance had Miss Langton graced our party.’

‘Miss Langton is quite unwell. Her mama thinks she may need to take her home in a few days.’

‘That would be a pity,’ Phipps said and raised the glass of cooled wine to his lips. ‘I dare say there will be several disappointed gentlemen when they hear that she has left town.’

‘Chills can be very draining...’

‘Yes, indeed. I am sure...’

‘I am sure Miss Langton will be pleased to receive visitors in the country when she is feeling better.’

‘I imagine so. Shall you visit her?’

‘Perhaps—though we intend to stay in town a week or so longer than we had planned. Mama’s friend, the Countess of Sandown, has invited us to join her for a few days. Papa will go home, but Lord Armstrong will escort us home if need be.’

‘Pray allow me to offer my services,’ Phipps said. ‘Your home is not so far distant from my own and I shall pay my father a visit in a few weeks. I could quite easily escort you there—and take you home when your visit is done.’

Amanda looked at him steadily, trying to understand what he was thinking. His attentions were more marked today—was she wrong? Was he in fact thinking of making her an offer after all and how would she answer him?

Her heart raced for a moment, then he directed his attention to Jane Field, who was walking back to them with Major Brockley by her side. There was for the moment no sign of the marquis.

‘I am so sorry,’ Jane said, looking flustered as she came up to them. ‘I hope I have not kept anyone waiting?’

‘The picnic is quite informal,’ Major Brockley said kindly. ‘No need for embarrassment, Miss Field.’

The company had taken little notice, interested only in the delicious food being served to them by the marquis’s servants, and only Amanda seemed to be aware of the flush in the shy girl’s cheeks or the fact that the marquis did not immediately come to join them.

* * *

When he did return he studiously refused to look at either Jane Field or Major Brockley, and soon after the food was devoured the company split up to stroll by the river. Jane stayed close to Amanda’s side and Major Brock accompanied them, though Phipps had joined some of the other ladies and gentlemen.

* * *

It was not until they were on the way home that Jane confessed that the marquis had been a little too ardent in his attentions for her liking.

‘He wanted me to walk further down the bank with him and the way he looked at me—I was ready to die,’ she whispered to Amanda. ‘Truly, I was afraid he meant to—to seduce me, but then Major Brock came and the marquis went off alone.’

Since Amanda had expected something of the sort, she was not surprised. She had instinctively disliked the marquis from the start and guessed that he had turned his attention to her shy friend because he was angry that Miss Langton had not come to the picnic he had arranged especially for her.

It was perhaps as well that she had not, for if he was not to be trusted Cynthia must be warned.

Chapter Three

Much to Amanda’s surprise when she next went into society, she discovered that most of the ladies and gentlemen who had flocked to join her and Cynthia continued to pay her attention. She had taken Jane Field under her wing and the girl accompanied her to most of the balls, routs, card evenings, soirées and other diversions society was pleased to hold for the delight of its friends.

Only Shearne and one or two other gentlemen, who were particular admirers of Miss Langton’s, had deserted to the side of another rather pretty young girl freshly come to town. Moreover, Amanda found that another gentleman of some importance had joined her court. Lord Armstrong was often to be seen at the ton parties, sometimes accompanied by his mama, at others alone. He invariably spent time sitting or standing next to Amanda and danced with her at least once on every occasion, taking her into supper at one very splendid affair.

‘Mama is so looking forward to your company,’ he told her one evening when the countess had not appeared. ‘She has been dining with friends most evenings and was too tired to come tonight—as she says, balls make her long to dance and it is a little sad only to watch when one was accounted good at something.’

‘Yes, sad indeed,’ Amanda agreed warmly. ‘I think her very brave to attempt this visit to London, for it must be so much easier to stay at home and have everyone come to you.’

‘Yes, though a little boring. Mama was a lively person until her accident.’

‘I imagine so. It is unfortunate for her.’

‘She does not speak of it, but is often in pain. One of her main reasons for coming was to see a doctor she had heard of who may be able to help relieve at least some of her discomfort.’

‘Then I hope she has good news from him.’

‘You are truly a kind girl,’ Lord Armstrong said. ‘As an heiress in your own right, and widely admired, you might have become spoiled or selfish, but you retain a pleasant manner and seem to show true interest in your friends. I have noticed your kindness to Miss Field.’

‘Jane is a little shy,’ Amanda replied. ‘I do not think I betray a secret if I tell you that she was not at first invited everywhere—but that is no longer the case. Now she has several admirers and friends of her own.’

‘Due to your generosity in taking her everywhere with you, I dare say.’

‘Oh...’ Amanda blushed. ‘Until recently, it was I who was taken everywhere in Miss Langton’s train. However, she has been unwell and her mama takes her home the day after tomorrow.’

‘Miss Langton is your particular friend?’

‘We are good friends,’ Amanda agreed. ‘I shall visit her tomorrow to take my leave of her—and I believe she may wish me to visit her at her home in a few weeks.’

‘After your visit with my mother, I dare say?’

‘Perhaps, though I must go home first. Papa will not wish me to be lost to all sense of duty. At home there are people—cousins and friends—who will wish to hear all about my trip to town. To keep them waiting too long would be unfair. I visit some of our dependants most weeks to take them comfits and keep them company for an hour or so; Papa would think me lost to anything but pleasure if I neglected them too long.’

‘As I said before, you are a generous girl—but these people will have to learn to do without you when you marry, you know.’

‘Yes, of course. Mama or my cousins will take over my duties then—but if and when I marry, I shall pay proper farewell visits and so satisfy their wish to say goodbye.’

Lord Armstrong inclined his head and said no more on the subject, but he had a small smile on his lips and, when Amanda was asked to dance next, she saw him seek out Jane Field. The thought crossed her mind that if he were looking for a companion for his mama, he could not do better than Jane—but she was not certain how the girl would feel, for he was a very strong-willed man.

* * *

Amanda danced almost every dance that evening and it was not until supper that she had a chance to talk to Jane.

‘Are you enjoying yourself? I saw you dancing with Lord Armstrong, Mr Pearson and Major Brockley. I do not think you have often sat out this evening.’

‘Oh, no, everyone has been so kind, especially Lord Armstrong,’ Jane said. ‘He admires you so much, Amanda, and talked to me of you in such tones that I think he is falling in love with you.’

‘Oh, no,’ Amanda denied, her cheeks heating. ‘I am sure it is not so, Jane. He speaks of me because he knows we are friends. You would make him a much better wife than I should.’

‘No...’ Jane’s cheeks went hot. ‘I am sure he would not look at me. I am such a little mouse...and you are so clever and bright, and pretty too,’ she added loyally.

Amanda pealed with laughter. ‘Jane, you must not tell fibs! I may have a quick mind, but I am not pretty. You cannot truly think it?’

‘Oh, I know that beside Miss Langton you may appear merely attractive,’ Jane replied earnestly. ‘She is a diamond of the first water, of course, and few ladies can compare to her. When she is not here you are as pretty as most other girls.’

‘If I were not quite as plump, or a little taller, I suppose I might be thought quite attractive,’ Amanda said with devastating frankness. ‘I am trying not to eat quite as much.’

‘You are a little plump, but it is the style of your gowns that make it noticeable,’ Jane said, looking at her thoughtfully. ‘But not so fat that you look ugly or unpleasant. Besides, a lot of men prefer plump girls and find thin ones intimidating. My uncle thinks you...’ Jane blushed again. ‘Forgive me, Amanda, but he said you were a delightful armful. If he were ten years younger, I think he would offer for you...’ She looked at Amanda awkwardly, but her doubts fled as Amanda burst into laughter.

‘I am most grateful to him,’ Amanda said, amusement dancing in her eyes. ‘One of the nicest compliments paid me, I think, because it was honest.’

‘May one share the jest?’ Phipps asked, coming up to them with his friend Brock. ‘You have danced with me but once this evening, Miss Hamilton. I fear I must have offended you?’

‘No, indeed, you have not,’ Amanda said. ‘If you wish, I have the waltz after supper free?’

‘I thank you. We should go now, for I think the musicians are about to start.’

Amanda had been so busy laughing and talking that she had left most of her supper untouched, but she did not regret it for she loved to dance, and since Major Brockley had once again solicited Jane’s hand, she had no qualms about leaving her.

‘I am getting up a little party at my country house for August,’ Major Brockley said as the two couples returned to the ballroom. ‘I should be happy if both you and your mama—and Miss Field—would make up part of the company, Miss Hamilton.’

‘I should like to come,’ Amanda replied. ‘I am not certain whether I shall be at home before that—or the guest of Miss Langton.’

‘Oh, Miss Langton will naturally be included,’ Brock said. ‘I shall send the invitations to your home. I dare say either your papa or your mama will let you know the precise details, if you are not at home.’

‘Thank you, I look forward to it,’ Amanda replied.

The two couples parted to take their places on the floor and the music struck up. Of all things, Amanda loved to waltz, and to do so with the man who made her heart beat faster and her feet as light as a feather was such a delight that the music was over too soon. However, Brock then solicited her hand for a country dance and Phipps partnered Miss Field.

* * *

After the set was finished, Lady Hamilton came in search of them and said it was time they left. Told of the scheme for a house party at Lord Brockley’s country seat, she appeared flattered and agreed instantly that she would be delighted to bring her daughter and to chaperon Miss Field.

‘We shall arrange for Jane to stay with us for two days before we come to your father’s estate, sir—and that way I may chaperon them both.’

Jane was flushed with pleasure and, on the way home, thanked Lady Hamilton so many times that that lady laughed and told her she had been thanked enough.

‘It is no trouble, my dear. You are a delightful girl and I am glad to see Amanda making friends that she may keep throughout her life.’

Jane afterwards contented herself with making plans for the visit. Her parents were not rich and, had she not had a generous aunt, the visit to town would not have happened. She confessed that she intended to make herself some new gowns for the promised treat, for the prices charged by London seamstresses were much too high for her pocket.

Amanda, having a generous dress allowance, felt as if she ought to offer some kind of help to her friend, but Mama intervened and spoke of Jane’s talent in dressmaking.

‘Did you make the gown you are wearing?’ she asked.

Jane smiled and inclined her head. ‘I have been asked for the name of my dressmaker several times, Lady Hamilton, but I make them all myself. Mama’s maid helps me cut the patterns, but the needlework and designs are my own.’

‘Amanda needs two new gowns,’ Mama said. ‘If you were to help her choose them, I dare say the silk we buy could be ordered in a sufficient quantity for you to make yourself a gown to match. Think how pretty that would look—the two of you in the same silk, but different styles.’

‘I should love to help Amanda choose her new gowns,’ Jane said, ‘but I need no payment, ma’am.’

‘Oh, but I think that is a lovely idea,’ Amanda cried, thinking how clever Mama was. ‘You could help me make some adjustments to my gowns, Jane. I have discovered that at least three of my new dresses are too big around the waist. I think the seamstress made too much allowance...’

‘No, I think you have lost some weight,’ Jane corrected her. ‘I have an eye for these things and you were rounder at the beginning of the Season than you are now—at least that is my observation.’

‘Do you think so?’ Amanda was puzzled for she had not noticed anything. ‘I thought the seamstress believed I might grow into the extra size.’

‘No, Jane is right,’ Mama said. ‘I thought you might have lost a couple of inches about your waist, my love. I dare say it is all the dancing you’ve been doing...but will you help us, in return for the silk, Jane?’

‘Of course, if you wish it,’ Jane said. ‘I should like to redesign a few things for you, Amanda, if you trust my judgement.’

‘You must come with us when we remove to the countess’s house,’ Lady Hamilton announced. ‘I do not wish to see you girls parted and I know Susanna will be delighted to have you stay. You will prolong your visit to town, Jane, and then come home with us for a week or two. Unless your parents are desperate for you to return?’

‘No, ma’am, they will be only too pleased for me to stay with friends for a while.’

Having arranged the future to her satisfaction, Lady Hamilton allowed the girls to talk together, closing her eyes until Coachman stopped outside Jane’s aunt’s house, and they took leave of one another, after arranging for Jane to accompany Amanda to the dressmaker two days hence.

Continuing their journey, Amanda’s mother was silent for a moment, then, ‘Do you think Major Brockley has taken a fancy to Jane, my dearest? I noticed he danced with her at least twice this evening.’

‘Yes, Mama, he did,’ Amanda agreed. ‘However, he danced with several pretty girls twice—and with me also.’

‘You are a pretty girl,’ Mama said. ‘You put yourself down too much. I have noticed that you are even more popular of late, which proves that it was not just because you went everywhere with Miss Langton.’

Amanda shook her head, laughing a little in the darkness inside the carriage. Her mama was prejudiced, of course, and Jane was always so sweet to her. Amanda’s opinion of herself would always be that she had too many faults, for she did not notice the shine of her hair or see how her eyes lit up when she smiled. Obsessed by her wish to look more like Cynthia Langton, she could not think herself more than vaguely attractive. Yet she had not noticed that many gentlemen had defected and believed that her fortune had always been much sought after. Though several of the young men who had solicited her hand for a dance that evening could not be said to be in want of a fortune: of course, a dance was not an offer of marriage...

‘I must call on Miss Langton in the morning,’ Amanda said as the carriage came to a halt. ‘I am so sorry that she is being forced to leave town. She will miss the last weeks of the Season.’

* * *

‘I wish Mama would not insist that we go home,’ Cynthia complained when Amanda visited her in her room the next morning. There were some red patches on her face, though they seemed to be fading, and it was unlikely she would be permanently scarred. ‘It will be ages before we can go anywhere again and I hate the country.’

‘Major Brockley is getting up a house party for August,’ Amanda said. ‘You, Jane and I have been invited—and I know Phipps is going. I dare say a lot of your admirers will be there.’

‘Mama has not yet had the invitation,’ Cynthia said, but she brightened up and sat forward, but then frowned. ‘I dare say he will not have invited the Marquis of Shearne, though. I believe they do not much like each other.’ A wistful look came to her face, as if she regretted that she would not meet the marquis at Major Brockley’s house party.

‘No, I believe there is an old quarrel,’ Amanda said. She hesitated, wondering whether to tell her friend about Shearne’s behaviour at the picnic. It seemed not quite nice to blacken the gentleman’s name, and the probability that the two would not meet again before Cynthia was safely engaged or wed made her think it unnecessary.

Cynthia sighed, but cheered up as Amanda told her that Jane was going to make a new gown and had promised to help her adjust hers. She was always interested in clothes and soon the conversation passed on to a promised visit to Bath in the autumn.

‘Mama says she shall take me to Bath at the end of September,’ Cynthia told her, sitting forward eagerly. ‘You will come with us, Amanda? I was going to invite you to stay before, but you already have so many engagements.’ She pouted. ‘You must not desert me because you have so many friends.’

‘Of course I shall not,’ Amanda said and smiled in sympathy. ‘You have more than I, I am sure. I imagine most of them have called to see how you go on and brought you small gifts?’

‘A few gentlemen, yes,’ Cynthia agreed, but sighed. ‘I’ve had flowers and a book of poems, but no ladies have called—apart from my cousins, of course. You are the only one to visit me and actually sit with me, Amanda.’

Amanda was shocked, though she did not let it show. ‘I suppose the young ladies are afraid of contracting your illness.’

‘One or two send notes, but they do not know I have had more than a wretched chill. Mama has told no one but you, Amanda. She said you were to be trusted, but she did not want the news spread all over town.’ Cynthia pleated the white linen sheet between her fingers. ‘I am so miserable. I thought the marquis liked me, but apart from one posy, I have heard nothing from him.’

Amanda hesitated. Should she tell her friend that he was a desperate flirt and not to be trusted? Yet she was already feeling low and Amanda had no wish to distress her.

‘I believe he may have gone out of town,’ she offered uncertainly. ‘I have not seen him for a few days.’

‘Oh—well, perhaps he has,’ Cynthia said with a dismissive shake of her head. ‘Lieutenant Phipps has sent me several lovely bouquets and a box of bonbons. He is very kind, I think.’

‘Yes, he is,’ Amanda said, her heart sinking a little. If Cynthia decided that she would have him, her own faint hopes would founder immediately. ‘He has enquired after you several times, I believe?’

‘At least twice this week and the same last week,’ Cynthia said, her brow creased in thought. ‘Sometimes I think I would do anything to be married and my own mistress. Mama is good to me, but she smothers me—and I have been driven to distraction these past few days. I do not know what I should have done without your visits.’

‘I was happy to visit. It is such a shame that you should have caught the chicken pox at such a time when you had been enjoying your visit to town so much.’

‘Mama says we shall go to Bath in September, as I told you—but it is not the same as London. If I do not find a husband soon, I must wait until next spring.’

‘Oh, I should not despair,’ Amanda said in a rallying tone. ‘I am certain once it is known that you are out and about again, you will have visitors.’

‘Do you think so?’ Once again Cynthia looked wistful. ‘I’m not sure people like me as much as they like you. Everyone always looks pleased when you walk into the room, while...some ladies dislike me, I think.’

‘I suppose some are jealous,’ Amanda admitted. ‘You are very beautiful, Cynthia, and so many gentlemen choose to form a part of your court. You cannot wonder if a few girls resent you—you have both wealth and beauty.’

‘As do you,’ Cynthia retorted. ‘You have lots of women friends, and gentlemen, too. They all genuinely like you. My aunt told me that you are now the most popular lady at all the best affairs.’

‘I’m sure that isn’t true,’ Amanda replied. ‘Most of the people I know became my acquaintances when I went everywhere with you. Had you not taken me up, I dare say I should hardly have been noticed.’

‘That is what Mama says,’ Cynthia said and blushed. ‘I told her she is wrong. Oh, at first, perhaps, people might not notice you, but when they know you—they like you and want to be your friend.’

‘How kind you are to me,’ Amanda said. ‘Everyone asks me how you are. I tell them you are a little pulled down by the chill, which was severe, and they all tell me to send their good wishes.’

‘Matrons and friends of Mama’s,’ Cynthia said. ‘Shearne did not ask you how I went on, did he?’

‘The marquis never notices me,’ Amanda said. ‘To be honest, I do not much like him, Cynthia. He is a rake and I think he flirts with lots of young ladies and means no good to any of them.’

Cynthia looked away and did not answer. After a moment, she began to talk of fashions, showing Amanda a magazine her aunt had brought her.

* * *

They spent the next hour or so poring over various fashion plates and Amanda told her that Jane Field was going to help her design her new gowns.

‘Jane has a real eye for style,’ Amanda said. ‘She thinks I would look better in a simple cut without the knots of ribbons Mama likes for me. I think I shall take her advice.’

‘You always look nice to me,’ Cynthia replied, a wistful expression in her eyes. ‘Do not become so fond of Jane’s company that you forget me.’

‘I should not do that, Cynthia. You are my friend and I have so much enjoyed my visit to town—and that is very much due to your kindness in taking me up.’

‘You make me ashamed,’ Cynthia said, her cheeks pink. ‘When I first took you up, Amanda, I did so because I thought I showed to advantage in your company.’

‘Yes, I was little competition for you,’ Amanda said and laughed, her eyes bright. ‘I believe I realised that, my dear friend, but I think that after a while you came to value me for my wit, despite my lack of height and too many inches about my waist.’

‘It’s strange,’ Cynthia replied thoughtfully. ‘When one comes to know you, my dearest Amanda, one no longer notices. You were such good company, and everyone laughed and smiled when you were there.’

‘As they do when you are,’ Amanda reassured her. ‘You are much missed, believe me.’

‘Thank you for remaining my friend.’ Cynthia clasped her hand emotionally. ‘I know I have been proud and cold...’

‘Towards some I believe you may have,’ Amanda said, ‘but not to me. What is this, Cynthia? You must not doubt yourself. When you are feeling more yourself, you will soon have all the friends and admirers you could wish for.’

‘I believe I shall always have your friendship,’ Cynthia said. ‘You will come to Bath with us later in the summer?’

‘We shall see each other at Lord Brockley’s estate. Major Brockley is one of your admirers. I know that you will receive his invitation soon—and now I must go, for I have a fitting this afternoon.’

‘How I wish that I could come with you.’

‘I shall call again as soon as I am able,’ Amanda promised and took her leave.

She was thoughtful as she made her way home, her maid walking silently at her side. Cynthia had ruled supreme in the drawing rooms for some weeks, but it seemed she’d had fewer visitors than might have been expected. Her lack of female friends had clearly made its mark on her and she had realised that her aloof manner had brought its own reward.

Amanda would speak to Jane and ask her to visit Cynthia. Jane had not thought she would be welcome to the proud beauty, but she would go if Amanda asked it of her—and take a little gift, which Amanda would provide.

Perhaps she ought to have told Cynthia of Shearne’s behaviour to Jane, and also that the last time she’d noticed him, he’d seemed to have a new flirt. Yet she knew that her friend was feeling low in spirits and it was obvious that she liked the marquis, too much for her own good. If Amanda told her something she would not like, she might think she was being spiteful. Hopefully, she would enjoy herself at Major Brockley’s house and forget him.

* * *

After spending a pleasant afternoon with Jane at the fashionable seamstress’s establishment and choosing two new gowns, one in pale blue silk and the other in sea green, Amanda left feeling pleased. Jane’s suggestions had seemed sensible to her and, after draping various silks against her, she felt that her new gowns would be an improvement on some that she’d had made earlier.

‘Because you are so tiny, full skirts make you look dumpy, but a slim skirt would emphasise your waist, which is good, Amanda. I can alter the neckline on two of your gowns, make them fit you tighter at the waist and take off those awful ruffles at the back that make you look bigger than you are.’ Jane looked at her. ‘That dove-grey walking dress you tried on really suited you. I could take the fullness out of your green walking gown and then it would look the way the grey did.’

‘I do not want you to spend all your time working on my gowns,’ Amanda said. ‘You must make your own new gowns, too—and have time for reading and walking.’

‘I love to sew,’ Jane told her. ‘When we are in the country you may read to us as I work. I enjoy hearing you read, Amanda—you put such meaning into the words.’

Amanda was about to reply when they found their path obstructed. Looking up into the hostile face of the Marquis of Shearne, Amanda felt a chill down her spine. He was clearly brooding about something and she knew that Jane had shrunk closer to her, seeming afraid of him.

‘Miss Hamilton, Miss Field,’ he murmured silkily. ‘What a delightful picture you make—the sparrow and the plump dove, what tasty morsels for the taking.’

Jane gasped and clutched Amanda’s arm. Glancing at her face, Amanda felt a spurt of anger, for his taunt had taken all the colour and pleasure from Jane’s cheeks.

‘And you, sir—are you a hawk or a wolf?’ she asked, her voice sharp and her eyes shooting a challenge at him. ‘How dare you address us in such a manner? Whichever you see yourself, let me assure you that neither of us are yours for the taking.’

‘You think not?’ Shearne leered at her, a cold malice in his eyes. ‘I would not be denied if I truly wished to have either of you, but to tell the truth neither is worth the trouble. I am after more enticing prey.’

‘If you mean Miss Langton... I think you despicable and shall certainly inform her of your true nature, when next we meet. Perhaps I should write to her...’

His hand shot out, gripping her wrist so tightly that it was all she could do to stop from crying out. She felt a cold fear grip her as she saw hatred in his eyes and knew she had made an enemy.

‘If you do not allow us to pass, I shall call for help, sir.’

‘You are a sight too proud for your own good and one of these days...but you are not worth the trouble. I shall allow you to pass, but remember, if one word passes your lips concerning me to Miss Langton, I shall take my revenge.’

‘You do not frighten me, sir.’

‘Do I not?’ For a moment the look in his eyes was so evil that Amanda felt faint, but then a gentleman crossed the road towards them and he flung her away from him. ‘You are less than nothing to me—just a fat little frump—you and that mouse you take about with you.’

‘We are much obliged to you, sir,’ Amanda replied, holding back sharper retorts for she had already said too much. ‘We shall bid you good day, sir. Come, Jane, we must not keep this...person dallying.’ She gave him a look of disdain that was calculated to make him squirm.

Seeing the flash of fury in his eyes, Amanda wished she had not made her tone quite so insulting. She had implied that he was not a gentleman and, a little to her surprise, it seemed to have touched him on the raw.

‘Think yourself fortunate that I have other business, Miss Hamilton. Had I the leisure I might take the time to teach you a lesson...’

Deciding that retreat was the better part of valour at this moment, Amanda propelled Jane past him, ignoring the temptation to tell him that nothing he could do would tempt her to spend a moment longer than necessary in his company.

‘Oh, Amanda,’ Jane whispered once they were safely out of reach. ‘Ought you to have answered him so? I think he is a cruel man. He would delight in punishing you, if he could.’

‘I do not fear that slimy creature,’ Amanda said. ‘Besides, I have only to tell Major Brockley what was said and he would...’

‘What?’ Jane looked at her curiously, but she shook her head.

‘I believe the marquis to be in need of a lesson himself,’ she said. ‘If I thought either of us truly in danger, I should beg Major Brockley to help, but I do not think him interested in either of us. He needs neither fortune nor wife—and if he did he would more likely look at Miss Langton than either of us. Indeed, I fear she may be in some danger...’

Amanda felt a chill at her nape. The marquis was the kind of man who would look for revenge if anyone offended him. Phipps had told her that Brock hated him and there must be a good reason for that... It might be as well to tell Phipps when she next saw him that the marquis had tried to intimidate them. However, in another ten days or so she would be leaving town and would probably never see Shearne again.

Chapter Four

Although they met at a card party and again at a dinner, with readings of poetry afterwards, Amanda did not have the opportunity to speak to Phipps privately until the morning of her own dance. He called then to bring her a posy of beautiful white rosebuds. She happened to be at the top of the stairs when he was admitted and went down to greet him and take the flowers from his own hand.

‘It was so kind of you to bring me these,’ she said. ‘As it happens they will be perfect, for my gown this evening is pink and white. Thank you so much, sir.’

‘You will save me two dances,’ Phipps said with a caressing smile that made her heart jump for joy. ‘You are looking very well, Miss Hamilton. Are you anticipating this evening with pleasure?’

‘Yes, very much,’ Amanda replied. ‘I think it may be our last big engagement before we leave for the country. You know we are to stay with Lord Armstrong and the countess for another few days, but I think we shall attend only small affairs, though the countess will give two evenings of music and cards herself.’

‘I hope I shall be invited?’

‘I was asked who I would like to invite, sir. I gave the countess your name, also Major Brock’s and Jane Field’s. Jane is to stay with me after we leave town, just for a week or so...’

‘I am glad you made friends with Miss Field. I think her a nice girl and Brock likes her. He was angry when Shearne frightened her, you know.’

‘I meant to tell you,’ Amanda said. ‘We encountered him in the street a few days ago and his behaviour towards her was predatory—and to me hostile, because I’m afraid I gave him a set-down. He made what I considered a threat towards Miss Langton and I said something unwise. Indeed, I warned him that I should inform her of his true nature when I next see her—I fear I may have made an enemy of the marquis.’

‘And do you intend to say anything to Miss Langton?’

‘When I see her I shall attempt to warn her...but one must be careful of such things. To write hints of what I suspect in a letter would be slander.’

‘No, you must not do that, for you have no proof.’

‘That was my own thought, but when I see her I may hint a little. I spoke thoughtlessly, out of anger at his manner towards us, and I think it was unwise.’

‘If he should do anything at all to upset you, Miss Hamilton, you have only to tell me or Brock.’

‘I should not wish to cause trouble for anyone. Mama did not invite the marquis this evening—and I dare say I shall not see him again before we leave for the country.’

‘I heard that he was leaving town for his estates this weekend. If he took himself off and never returned, it would not be a bad thing,’ Phipps said. ‘Had I known he’d upset you, I should have given him a thrashing.’

Amanda pealed with laughter. ‘Please do nothing of the sort, sir. I fear you would make an enemy for life. I may have piqued his pride, but he will soon forget me—if you took a horsewhip to him he would not cease to look for his revenge.’

‘I am more than a match for his ilk.’

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