‘Very well, sir, thank you.’
‘I think the harp very over-rated and much prefer the pianoforte,’ he continued, smiling at her. ‘Do you play at all, Miss Brown?’
‘The pianoforte, a little.’
‘Ah, all young ladies say they only play a little and then they perform the most complicated pieces for us. Shall we have the pleasure of hearing you this evening, ma’am?’
‘No, Mr Appleby, I do not play in public.’
‘What, never? But why? This must be remedied immediately,’ he cried gaily.
Felicity tried to step away but found the wall at her back. ‘No, I assure you, sir—’
He took her hand and leaned toward her, smiling. ‘This is no time for bashful modesty, madam. Let me take you to the piano—’
‘Gerald!’ Lady Charlotte’s strident tones interrupted him. ‘Gerald, leave the gel alone. It is beneath you to flirt with the hirelings.’
‘I beg your pardon, Lady Charlotte, but Miss Brown’s birth is equal to my own,’ said Lydia, bristling in defence of her friend.
‘So I should hope,’ returned Lady Charlotte, unperturbed. ‘I would expect nothing less in any companion of yours.’
Felicity observed the angry flush on Lydia’s cheek and slipped away from Gerald to take her arm.
‘You wished to look at the lamps in the garden, my lady…’
‘Insufferable woman,’ muttered Lydia as they walked away. ‘She is so set up in her own importance!’
‘I was quite thankful for her intervention,’ returned Felicity. ‘Mr Appleby is far too mischievous.’
‘Perhaps he is trying to fix his interest with you.’
‘Oh, Lydia, surely not!’
‘You may look surprised, Fee, but he is quite taken with you.’
‘But I have done nothing—’
‘No, nothing more than look adorably shy.’ Lydia gave a soft laugh. ‘There is no need to colour up, my love; you have an air of fragility that makes men want to protect you.’
Felicity put up her chin. ‘But I do not want to be protected! Oh dear. I had hoped, by dressing plainly and not putting myself forward, that I would not be noticed.’
‘And in general that is the case,’ Lydia reassured her. ‘Mr Appleby is perhaps trying to make amends for his mother’s ignoring you.’
‘Yes, that is very possible,’ mused Felicity. She looked up, a smile lurking in her eyes. ‘And it is a very lowering thought!’
Her companion laughed. ‘Yes, it is! But it is quite your own fault, Fee. If you were to put on a fashionable gown and stop dressing your hair in that dowdy style I have no doubt that we would have dozens of gentlemen clamouring to make your acquaintance!’
Still chuckling, they wandered out on to the terrace where a familiar voice cut through the darkness.
‘So there you are! Now what in heaven’s name are you two laughing at?’
Sir James’s bemused enquiry brought his lady flying to his arms.
‘Oh, my dear, you are here already! How wonderful! No, no, you must not ask about our silly jokes. I did not expect to see you here for another hour yet!’
‘Well, having delivered his Highness to our hostess I have left him being toad-eaten by any number of the guests! What a crush. Scarcely room to move in the ballroom!’
‘I know, that is why we came out here to look at the lamps. They are very pretty, are they not?’ Lydia took her husband’s arm. ‘Shall we take a stroll through the gardens? Come with us, Fee.’
‘If you do not object, I think I might stay here for a little while.’ Felicity had spotted the earl slipping out of the house on the far side of the terrace. She nodded at Lydia. ‘Please, go on without me. I shall be perfectly safe here.’
As soon as Lydia and Sir James had disappeared into the gardens, Felicity ran across the terrace and down the steps in the direction that Nathan had gone. This was her opportunity to reveal herself to him. It was much darker on this side of the house, for the path led away from the main gardens, where myriad coloured lights were strung between the trees. As she hurried through the gloom her step faltered. Nathan might have an assignation—how would she feel if she came upon him with his arms around another woman? She put up her chin. If that was the case then she would rather know of it. Then she could put him out of her mind and end this growing obsession.
Away from the house there was just sufficient light for her to see the grassy path. It ran between tall bushes with the ghostly outlines of marble statues at intervals along its length. Nathan’s tall figure was ahead of her, no more than a black shadow in the darkness. At the end of the avenue he hesitated before disappearing to the right. Felicity followed and found herself stepping into a rather unkempt shrubbery.
‘Why are you following me?’ Felicity turned to flee, but Nathan’s hand shot out and grasped her wrist. ‘Oh, no. You will not leave until I have an explanation!’
Felicity swallowed. It was far too dark to see clearly and she only recognised Nathan by his voice. She lowered her own to a whisper in an attempt to disguise it.
‘I—I came out here to…’ Felicity hesitated. Should she reveal herself, tell him she had followed him? Her courage failed her. ‘I do not like the noise and chatter.’
That much at least was true. She heard him sigh.
‘Nor I.’ He released her. ‘In fact, I can’t think why I came tonight.’
Felicity knew that she should pick up her skirts and run away, but her wayward body would not move. To be here, alone with Nathan, talking to him—it was very dangerous, but she could not resist.
‘Why remain in town, sir, if you do not enjoy society?’
‘I have duties to perform.’ He turned his head suddenly, peering at her. ‘Do I know you?’
Felicity shrank back. ‘No,’ she said gruffly. ‘No. I do not move in your circle.’
Nathan shrugged. He had come out into the gardens to enjoy a cigarillo in peace but it was not his house, he could hardly tell this young person to go away. The strains of a minuet floated out on the night air.
‘The dancing has begun. Do you not wish to join in?’
‘No.’
Her laconic reply surprised him into a laugh.
‘I thought all young ladies love to dance.’
‘I do not dance. I have not danced since I was at school.’
He heard the wistful note in her voice and
