In
her tall house on Grosvenor Square, Lady Georgianna Evans followed
Lady Winifred down the stairs and into the front hall.
"And
after the trouble I had convincing your father to permit this
visit, I expect you to take the matter seriously."
"Which
matter is that?" Lady Winifred Westerly murmured, turning in a
circle in the effort to coordinate reticule, shawl and parasol--all
of which seemed determined to escape her.
Lady
Evans shook her walking cane in the air. "Stop gyrating, girl.
I mean the matter of your reputation in that house of scandal
and iniquity. You're to keep Peebles handy at all times and stay
away from Danleigh and his scapegrace father the duke, and whatever
you do, you're not to get engaged to marry any of 'em."
This
was a difficult directive to obey since, while Freddy and her
cousin Richard, Lord Danleigh, were renewing a childhood acquaintance,
Dickie had proposed marriage to her, and Freddy had accepted.
However, Freddy made a point of never fighting a battle she couldn't
win. If her guardians didn't know Dickie had proposed to her,
they couldn't reject his suit.
There
likely would have been no trouble over the bethrothal except that
just as Freddy returned from a visit to her cousins, scandal had
erupted over Dickie's mother, a divorcee widowed after her second
marriage. The former Duchess Darke had reinstalled herself at
her first husband's estate, Darke's Reach. Dickie might have been
an eligible parti despite his father's rakish reputation,
but the latest antics of his mother made him totally unsuitable
in the eyes of Freddy's father and godmother.
Freddy
captured the shawl only to lose the reticule somewhere in its
folds. "I'm sure you needn't worry, Godmama. I hardly ever get
engaged to anybody."
Freddy
had been invited to stay a week at Darke's Reach and celebrate
the duke's birthday. Her guardians had been inclined to shield
Freddy from scandal, but Lord Westerly never cared to have his
daughter in his house, and Lady Evans claimed to need a respite
before the season began. Since Freddy wisely displayed no unusual
interest in the invitation, she had been allowed to go.
As
it happened, however, Freddy had a particular reason for wishing
to go. Her family would never approve Dickie as a husband under
the present circumstances. Therefore, the duke must remarry his
estranged wife. It was the quickest way to defuse the scandal
that threatened Freddy's plans, and she intended to settle the
matter before she left Darke's Reach.
"Don't
be pert." The diminutive Lady Evans's face folded into a wrinkled
scowl. "The Duke is a rake, and his son is hardly any better after
knocking the sense out of young Inglestock at Jackson's. If you
receive one more blow to your reputation, your father will give
up trying to marry you and pack you off the country."
Freddy
sighed. "He is always promising, but then he is forever disappointing
me." She took stock: reticule in the left hand, parasol in the
right, and she thought she could get to the carriage before the
shawl got underfoot again. "Goodbye, Godmama. I promise not to
marry anybody before I come back."
"Give
me a kiss." The old woman turned one withered cheek, and Freddy
stooped to kiss her. "Go on, then, girl. I declare the only reason
I'm letting you go is to have a little peace and quiet before
the Season begins."