of her was a welcome respite from worry over the finances, the estates, the welfare of his sister and mother. Those matters were largely out of his hands and under the control of his father at the moment.
Unless his father fulfilled the bargain they’d made with Rhysdale, they were about two weeks from disaster.
He walked the rooms of this ball three times without finding her, but it was early yet and guests continued to arrive.
‘The Lord Westleigh and Lady Westleigh,’ the butler announced.
Ned twisted away. He was too angry at his father to witness his joviality, as if he had not caused his family the extreme stress that currently plagued them. How his mother could walk at his father’s side foxed Ned.
Of course, she did not yet know how severely her husband had squandered their fortune.
If only the beauty he encountered at the musicale would walk in, Ned could momentarily free himself from thoughts of their troubles. He glanced around the room once again, looking everywhere but in the direction of his father.
The butler’s voice rang out again. ‘Lady Gale, Dowager Lady Gale and Miss Gale.’
Ned turned to the door.
It was she!
She stood a little behind two other ladies, one tall and as young as herself and the other certainly the dowager. This family was unknown to him, but the name Miss Gale now pressed into his mind like a hot iron brand.
She was as lovely as he remembered, this night donned in a pale pink gown that had some sort of sheer skirt over it that floated about her as she moved. Her lovely blonde hair was a mass of curls on top of her head and was crowned with pink roses.
As she and the other two ladies made their way to greet the host and hostess, she paused to scan the ballroom and caught him staring at her. He bowed to her and she smiled, ever so slightly, but enough for his hopes to soar.
Hope that he could find someone to present him to her. Hope that she was unattached. Hope that her smile meant she felt the same strong attraction to him that he felt towards her.
Ned kept her in view and occasionally he caught her eye again. But he’d seen no one of his acquaintance talking or dancing with her. The time neared for the supper dance and he was determined to partner her.
He marched over to the hostess. ‘Lady Cowdlin, may I beg a favour?’
‘A favour?’ She patted his hand. ‘Tell me what I might do for you.’
‘There is a young lady here …’ He paused. ‘I need an introduction.’
‘Who is it, my dear?’ She smiled.
‘I believe she is Miss Gale.’ He inclined his head in her direction.
‘Ah, I knew her mother. A lovely lady.’ Lady Cowdlin gave him a knowing look. ‘I understand, Neddington, that Miss Gale is worth five thousand at least—’
As if he cared a fig about that.
‘But she is not very grand. Her father was only a baron, you know. This is her first time in town and Edna—her grandmother—wants her to marry her cousin who inherited the title.’
That was not welcome news. ‘Who is her cousin? Do I know him?’
‘Luther Parminter. He is the son of her father’s cousin. I am certain you have seen him around London. Of course, now he is the new Baron Gale. He inherited, you see.’
Ned knew who the man was, but could not even count him an acquaintance. Now must he think of him as a rival?
Lady Cowdlin took his arm. ‘Come with me. Let us make this introduction forthwith.’
She brought him directly to where Miss Gale stood next to her grandmother’s chair. Lady Gale stood nearby.
Lady Cowdlin spoke to the dowager. ‘Ma’am, may I present this young man to you and the other ladies.’
The dowager looked up.
‘This is Lord Neddington.’ She turned to the younger Lady Gale, who looked upon him with a quizzical expression. ‘Lady Gale and Miss Gale.’ She nodded towards Ned. ‘Lord Neddington.’
Ned bowed. ‘Madams.’ He looked into the eyes he’d longed to see up close again. ‘Miss Gale.’
She lowered her long thick lashes and curtsied. ‘Lord Neddington.’
‘May I perform any service for you ladies?’ He glanced at Miss Gale. ‘Bring you some wine, perhaps?’
She coloured and looked even more lovely.
‘That is kind of you, young man.’ The Dowager Lady Gale smiled.
‘None for me, thank you,’ the younger Lady Gale said.
‘I will return directly.’ He hated to leave Miss Gale’s presence.
Ned quickly found a servant toting a tray of wine glasses. He took two and returned to the ladies.
When he handed a glass to Miss Gale, their fingers touched and his senses heightened.
‘Thank you, sir,’ she murmured.
He took a breath. ‘Are you engaged for the supper dance, Miss Gale?’
She lowered her lashes. ‘I am not.’
‘Adele,’ the Dowager Lady Gale broke in. ‘I have asked your cousin to claim you for that dance.’
‘But, Grandmama …’ she murmured.
The younger Lady Gale spoke up. ‘He did not ask Adele, though, Lady Gale. Let her decide.’ She turned to Miss Gale. ‘You do not want to sit out at a ball when you could dance, do you?’
Miss Gale smiled. ‘Indeed not.’
Lady Gale faced him. ‘Then it is settled.’
Ned peered at this woman who had just helped him engage the dance. He had the oddest notion that he’d seen her before.
Ned bowed. ‘I will return for the pleasure of dancing with you, Miss Gale.’ He walked away, hoping the supper dance would be announced very soon.
Celia noticed the change in Adele as she danced with Lord Neddington. The girl gave evidence of enjoying every dance and every partner, but never had such a dreamy look crossed her face as when she glanced at this man.
‘He is likely a fortune hunter,’ Celia’s mother-in-law commented.
‘Her dowry is respectable, nothing more,’ Celia responded. ‘Perhaps he just fancies her.’ That he visited gaming hells was Celia’s prime worry. She’d recognised him immediately.
‘Hmmph.’ The dowager frowned. ‘You ought not to have encouraged that young man, in any event. You know I am determined
