for my garden and my flowers, along with my two cats, three rabbits, and a very rambunctious puppy. But never mind my life, tell me all that has been happening in yours!’ Diana said, purposely switching the subject. ‘I leave behind a fragile duckling, and come back to find a beautiful swan, engaged to marry the Earl of Eastcliffe, no less.’
Amanda giggled, and in doing so, became the ingenuous girl Diana remembered. ‘Astonishing, is it not? Especially given the way I used to look.’
‘Nonsense. You make it sound as though you were a dowd, and we both know that was never the case.’
‘No, but I was not, as Aunt Hester said, “a lady whom the gentlemen were lining up to meet.” Fortunately, she taught me how to improve in so many areas, and I will always be grateful to her for that. I don’t think Mama ever dreamed I would attract the attention of someone like John.’
‘So you are happy about your upcoming marriage?’ Diana asked.
‘I am more than happy, Diana. I have been fortunate enough to find a man who loves me, and whom I love so very much in return.’
‘Then you are truly blessed.’
‘Yes, I believe I am,’ Amanda said, her happiness shining through. ‘John is always bringing me little gifts, or sending me posies. He even wrote a poem to me once, though he made me promise not to show it to anyone.’
‘Really.’ Diana had difficulty imagining the pedantic Earl of Eastcliffe sitting down to pen romantic prose. ‘And have you?’
‘I confess, I was tempted to when I heard people constantly remarking on how serious he seems, but I have abided by his wishes and I suppose it is for the best. It was a rather sentimental piece.’
The delicate blush on her friend’s cheeks convinced Diana there must be hidden depths to Lord Eastcliffe, and that it was probably best not to delve any further into the content of the letter. ‘Well, I am very happy that you have found someone who makes you so happy, Amanda. You deserve the best of husbands. And as the Countess of Eastcliffe, you will certainly have access to all the best houses.’
‘Yes, though I confess, the thought of moving in the uppermost levels of society is somewhat daunting.’
‘I don’t know why. Looking the way you do, you can hold your head up in any crowd.’
‘Dearest Diana, you always did say the kindest things,’ Amanda said sincerely. ‘And that is only one of the reasons I have missed you so much.’ Her smile faltered. ‘I have missed you. You know that, don’t you?’
Diana sighed. ‘I wanted to think you did, but I didn’t know when your letters stopped coming. I thought perhaps your mother had discouraged you from writing because of what happened.’
‘Oh, no, it wasn’t like that at all! In fact, I wanted to write because there was something I desperately wanted to tell you. But I didn’t know how to say it and, then, as time went by—yes, Parker?’ Amanda said as the butler arrived in front of her.
‘Pardon the interruption, miss, but Lord and Lady Jenkins have arrived.’
‘Oh, yes, of course, and I must go and welcome them.’ Amanda smiled an apology at Diana. ‘They are relations of John’s, come all the way from Yorkshire to meet me. You will forgive me for leaving you?’
‘Of course.’ Diana gave the girl her most reassuring smile. ‘I told you, you shouldn’t be neglecting your guests this evening.’
Amanda’s face reflected her relief. ‘I knew you would understand. But I shall come back, and we will pick up where we left off. There is much I would tell you, Diana!’
She swept away in a rustle of skirts, and, watching her go, Diana felt a momentary pang of disappointment. She was sure that Amanda had been about to tell her something of importance, but she could hardly expect her to ignore her guests so that she might share confidences with an old girlfriend.
Suppressing a sigh, Diana rose and glanced around the room for her aunt. She didn’t find her, but she did find—or was found by—Phoebe, who was looking decidedly flushed and not a little breathless.
‘Phoebe, whatever is the matter? You look quite disconcerted.’
‘That is because I am disconcerted,’ Phoebe said, pressing a hand to her heart. ‘A gentleman has been smiling at me and I am quite at a loss to know what to do about it.’
‘You could smile back at him.’
‘Oh, no! I couldn’t, because he is truly the most handsome gentleman I have ever seen! And I know that if he comes to speak with me, I shall make a complete fool of myself!’
Suddenly feeling very much older and wiser, Diana said, ‘He won’t speak to you without an introduction, Phoebe. And if he does speak to you, you shall certainly not make a fool of yourself.’ She glanced around the room, looking for the source of Phoebe’s agitation. ‘To which gentleman do you refer?’
‘The tall one in the scarlet uniform,’ Phoebe said, not looking at him. ‘There, by the wall.’
Diana glanced across the floor and finally located the source of Phoebe’s consternation, a handsome young officer, who nevertheless had a most friendly and engaging air. ‘I don’t know who he is, but I’m sure Aunt Isabel will,’ Diana said, looking around for the older woman.
Fortunately, Mrs Mitchell chose that moment to return, seemingly intent on having a tête-à-tête with Diana. ‘My dear, I really must have a word with you.’
‘Of course, Aunt, but first, who is that nice looking gentleman standing by the étagère?’
‘Hmm?’ Mrs Mitchell turned in that direction. ‘Why, bless my soul, it’s Nicolas Wetherby. Lord Mowbrey’s son. A younger son, I’m afraid, but blessed with the same charm and good looks as his father and older brother. I nearly didn’t recognise him now that he’s grown into a man.’
‘Apparently, he has been smiling at Phoebe,’ Diana whispered.
‘Has he indeed?’ Mrs Mitchell glanced at her still-blushing niece, and raised one eyebrow. ‘Perhaps I should see to an introduction. Then I must come back and speak to you.’
‘Why? Is something wrong?’ Diana said, hearing the concern in her aunt’s voice.
‘Not exactly wrong, but it’s something you won’t be pleased about. Come along, Phoebe,’ Mrs Mitchell said in a brisk voice. ‘Let us make you acquainted with this handsome gentleman and see what comes of it.’
In the wake of their departure, Diana nibbled on her bottom lip. What was her aunt so anxious to tell her? If it wasn’t something bad, why would she be disturbed at hearing it?
The sound of new arrivals had Diana glancing towards the door. But when she saw who it was, apprehension welled in her throat, making it difficult for her to breathe.
Edward! He’d entered the room in the company of two ladies—one of whom looked to be around Phoebe’s age, while the other looked a few years older than Diana—and a gentleman Diana assumed to be the older lady’s husband. As they moved through the receiving line, it was obvious that they were well known. Laughter flowed easily, and
