is he going to prevent it?’
‘Divorce her, I suppose.’
‘But his behaviour has been every bit as bad as hers. Would he dare risk it?’
‘I suppose he thinks the risk worth taking. If he can divorce her, he might remarry and beget an heir.’
She laughed. ‘But he is too old and fat, surely?’
‘He might not think so. And who else is there? His brothers have not been exactly helpful in the matter of legitimate heirs, have they? Plenty of little Fitzes, but none the law can recognise.’
‘There’s the late Duke of Kent’s baby.’
‘Victoria, yes. But she’s a girl.’
‘So what?’ she said sharply. ‘The only reason women are considered inferior is because men have made them believe they are. And I am not the only one to think that. Stepmama believes it too, as you very well know.’
He laughed as they turned in at the gates of the park and turned along the carriage ride. ‘Vinny, are you looking for an argument?’
‘Not at all, unless you are dying to give me one, in which case—’
‘Argue with you! Never! It is more than my life is worth.’
‘Good, because I want you to let me drive.’
‘Certainly not!’
‘Why not? You know I am as good a whip as any man. All you need to do is hand over the ribbons.’ She reached out and laid her hand upon his, hoping he would relinquish the reins. He felt himself tense at her touch, but brought himself quickly under control.
‘No, Vinny. There are far too many people about and it would not be just you and me who might be hurt if you upset us.’
‘Very well,’ she conceded, knowing he was right. ‘We will come out very early one morning when the park is deserted and you shall let me try.’
‘Your papa would not allow it. Nor Little Mama, either.’
‘Then we will not tell them. Oh, go on, James, it will be fun and what harm can come of it when you are there to look after me?’ She looked up at him, dazzling him with her smile. ‘Will you?’
‘I will think about it. Now, I think you had better acknowledge Lady Willoughby before she reports to your mama that you cut her dead.’
From the height of her seat, Lavinia could look down on the occupants of the other carriage and smiling, she turned and bowed to her ladyship. From then on, she was kept busy bowing and bidding ‘good day’ to dozens of ladies out for an afternoon drive and not a few gentlemen on horseback who knew James and envied him his attractive companion.
There was Lord Bertram Haverley, a widower of middle years, known to be looking for a second wife to give him the heir his first wife had failed to do, though she had provided him with two daughters. Sophia, the older, was not quite of marriageable age, and Eliza was two years younger. They were both pretty, bright girls dressed in white gingham. Soon after parting from them, they stopped to speak to Mr Martin Drew, stiffly correct, who only just managed to conceal his disapproval of her going out unchaperoned; and there was handsome Lord Edmund Wincote, who was a stranger to Lavinia, but greeted James so enthusiastically he was obliged to pull up and present him to her.
He was a young man of perhaps four and twenty, fashionably attired in a riding coat of good Bath cloth, a yellow waistcoat, deerskin breeches and tasselled boots. When he swept off his tall riding hat to Lavinia, he revealed short dark hair that sprang into tight little curls.
‘I am happy to make your acquaintance, my lady,’ he said, appraising her with eyes so dark they were almost black. ‘Are you in town for the Season?’
‘Yes, my lord. And you?’
‘Oh, most assuredly, London is the place to be at this moment.’
‘Oh, you mean because of the coronation?’
‘Not at all.’ He smiled into her eyes, making her stomach give a sudden lurch. ‘Because Lady Lavinia Stanmore is here.’
She laughed a little shakily. ‘Flatterer!’
‘I speak from the heart, my lady. I hope to have the pleasure of meeting you at some of the entertainments being held this year.’
‘Oh, undoubtedly, should we both be invited to the same function,’ she said airily, pretending to be unaffected.
‘Then I shall look forward to them all the more.’ He smiled and replaced his hat before wheeling his horse round. ‘Until we meet again, my lady. Corringham, good afternoon.’
‘That was pitched too bold by far,’ James said, as they pulled away and made for home. ‘He must be desperate.’
‘What do you mean, desperate?’ she snapped, turning on him, green eyes flashing. ‘Am I such a poor catch? A ninny no man could possibly want unless he be desperate? You may be my brother, but that does not mean you may disparage me—’
‘Vinny, that is the last thing, the very last thing, I would do. It is the man I disparage, not you. And I am not your brother.’
‘Thank goodness for that for, if you were, you would wrap me up in so many prohibitions I should not be able to breathe. Good heavens, the man was only being polite.’
‘I am sorry, Vinny,’ he said. ‘I did not mean to upset you. You are miles above him in every way and, by desperate, I meant he was trying to find favour even when he must know he has no hope.’
‘And how do you know he has no hope? He is handsome and very polite and—’
‘But for all we know he might be a fortune-hunter, looking for a rich wife and they don’t come richer than the daughter of the Duke of Loscoe.’
‘How do you know that?’
‘What, that your dowry is likely to be more than generous?’
‘No, silly, that Lord Wincote is pinched in the pocket.’
‘A guess,’ he said. ‘I haven’t seen him in years and now he turns up out of nowhere, bold as brass. It makes me cautious.’
‘Fie on you, for your suspicious nature. I’ll wager his coat was tailored at Weston’s and the boots came from Hoby’s. Besides, that horse of his is no broken-backed hack. Men without feathers cannot fly so high.’
‘There is such a thing as credit. And debt, as I should know.’
She was diverted from the subject of Lord Wincote to turn and look searchingly into his face. ‘James, surely you are not—’
‘No, of course not. I was referring to my green days. I am a reformed character, as you are perfectly aware.’
‘So you do not need a rich wife?’
He smiled, unable to resist teasing her, knowing
