that it had been necessary to dismiss him. When servants were finished being useful, they were expected to disappear until the next time they were needed.
Instead, he had been standing there like an idiot, as if he thought they had a reason to converse socially. It was the same feeling that had come over him in the carriage and he must gain control of it immediately. He forced a polite nod in response and said, ‘Of course, Miss Strickland. If it is convenient, I will return tomorrow and we will try another shop.’
Her already relaxed expression seemed to become even more placid. She gave a contented sigh, secure in the knowledge that they understood each other. ‘That will be fine, Mr Drake. And now, if you will excuse me?’
He bowed and she turned and left him to find his own way out.
He stood for a moment, staring after her, annoyed with her and with himself. When contemplating his place in society, he was not normally given to envy or dissatisfaction. By dint of his own effort, he had gained wealth and comfort and was smart enough not to be burdened by the sort of problems that led people to hire him. He was more than happy.
But today that did not feel like enough.
‘Mr Drake.’
He jumped at the sound of his name. The girl who had spoken it was staring at him from the doorway. Leggett had said that she was but nineteen years old, yet there was something about the look in her spectacled eyes that made her seem much older. The illusion was encouraged by the rather old-fashioned way she wore her straight brown hair and the utilitarian cut of her gown.
‘Miss Charity, I presume,’ he said, bowing deeply.
She nodded. ‘We have not been introduced. But then, you had not been introduced to my sister when you barged in on her yesterday.’
Apparently, there were no secrets in the Strickland family, especially not as they related to the harassing of strangers. He nodded in acknowledgement. ‘Your grandmother led me to believe I was expected.’
She gave him a dubious smile.
He held out his open hands and shrugged. ‘I gave her my card and she told me to find your sister in the hall. She assured me that Miss Strickland would know exactly what it was that needed doing. She made no offer of introduction. I assumed none was necessary.’
Miss Charity’s expression grew only slightly less doubtful. ‘If I were you, I would be very careful in following when the Dowager is the one in front. She veers wide of the truth when it suits her.’
‘Why would it suit her to...?’
‘Lie?’ The girl finished his question with the same strange, knowing smile. ‘Because in recent years, the truth has been quite unpleasant. She prefers to live in the past where things were easier.’
‘But what does any of that have to do with me?’
‘She would like my sister to be as happy as she was, in her youth. To achieve that, she must find a man for Hope.’ Charity paused for a moment. ‘Or men. I am unsure how many of the stories she tells are true, but they are always very colourful.’
‘I see.’ In truth, he did not. ‘What does that have to do with me?’
Miss Charity looked over her glasses at him. ‘You are male, are you not?’
‘Of course. But what...?’ And then, the truth came clear. ‘You cannot mean—’
‘I would not take it personally,’ Charity interrupted. ‘My sister has been uninclined to search for a husband outside of the one outlandish candidate she waits for. If Grandmother chose to throw a handsome man into her afternoon without warning, it was more of a call to awaken the senses rather than an actual attempt to mate the pair of you.’
At the clinical way she described it, he could see why Leggett had not hesitated in tripling his fee. ‘That is a comfort, I suppose.’
‘But you are not here to settle my sister’s future,’ she said, watching him more closely than he liked. ‘How goes the search for the missing entail?’
‘I do not anticipate any problems with it.’ He kept his tone polite, professional and opaque.
She gave a shake of her head. ‘The whole enterprise is unnecessary, of course.’
‘You think so?’ he said, surprised. Unlike the rest of the family, she seemed unaffected by the impending audit.
She gave a slight nod. ‘If my plan comes to fruition, we need not worry about staying in the heir’s good graces. But since you have been hired to complete the inventory to satisfy the rest of the family, feel free to grab items at random that fit the bill. What will some American know if every bell and button in the house is not just as my grandfather left it?’
‘I suggested much the same,’ he said. ‘But your sister requires greater accuracy than that.’
‘Hope appreciates order and is no good at dissembling,’ Charity replied. ‘She refuses to believe that the rest of us can get away with an adjustment of the truth because she knows she cannot.’
‘Such honesty is a thing to be prized,’ he said. ‘You make it sound like weakness of character.’
‘You do not have to live with it,’ Charity said. ‘At least, not yet.’
He stared at her, waiting for clarification, but none was offered. Perhaps she’d intended it as a joke. He had been told she was a rather odd girl.
‘And how do you get along with my sister?’ she added, which did not help his peace of mind at all.
‘She has been most helpful in establishing the provenance of the item we have found. I appreciate her assistance and anticipate no difficulties in our working together.’ He gave her what he hoped was his most distant and professional smile.
‘I see,’ she said in a way that made him want to demand an explanation of exactly what it was she saw. ‘I am sure she will say much the same of you.’
‘I am glad to know it,’ he said, feeling strangely unsettled by the compliment.
‘And is the restoration of the entail your only job for our family?’ Charity’s searching look had returned, prying at his composure as if looking for a crack.
There was no way she could have known the full scope of his mission. ‘What would make you think I was here for another reason?’
‘Because I know Mr Leggett,’ she said. ‘Before he met my sister, he was a rake who did not care at all for propriety, much less love. But now?’ She clasped her hands and gave a mocking flutter of her eyelashes. ‘He wants everyone to be as happy as he is.’
‘That is commendable of him,’ Gregory responded.
‘Forward is what I would call it,’ Charity replied. ‘He is right to think that Hope should not wait needlessly for the coming of the Earl. She will find that for herself if we leave her alone.’
‘Of course,’ he said.
‘But it would be just like a man to try subterfuge once he realises
