never had she been tempted to kiss one of them. She had not felt oddly breathless with either of them, and they had certainly not disturbed her dreams in the way this man had last night.
'What are you daydreaming about, Miss Lawrence?' Miss Mather's dresser enquired acidly. 'I would have thought Miss Maylin required all your attention.'
'What? Oh, Lord-they'll be back, of course.' Rowan gathered up her outer things and hurried to the foot of the stairs. Time to do what she could to ring the changes with Penny's limited selection of afternoon gowns-and to find out what had happened in the big box pew.
She fled up the spiral stairs to her tower room, pausing to gasp for air on one of the cramped little landings. There was a stone window ledge at just the right height to rest her elbows on while she caught her breath. The view, once she had scrubbed cobwebs off the glass, was the same as they had had just now, looking out from the orchard over to the lake.
And there was their apple tree. As she watched a tall figure appeared, hung his coat over a low branch and stood for a moment, hat in hand, as though wondering what to do with it. Then, with a shrug, he tossed it over his shoulder into the snow and swung up into the tree.
Lucas. What on earth was he doing? Then she realised: he was picking mistletoe. 'Going to work his way round all the female staff, I'll be bound,' Rowan said severely. But with a small glow inside she knew it was only for her. It took only a few seconds and then he swung down again, as lithe as a lad scrumping apples, and pushed something small into his pocket.
Penny was looking somewhat pale when Rowan hurried in, trying to keep the grin off her face. She was more composed than Rowan would have expected after having been singled out by Lord Danescroft quite so conspicuously.
'Well?' Rowan demanded, whisking round her, untying bonnet strings and shaking out her cloak. 'Were you able to put him off?'
'Put him-? Oh, the tale about wagering. I tried, and he laughed and said he would wager on how many times Godmama dropped her prayer book, if I liked.'
'He laughed?' That was bad news. 'I thought you said he never smiled?'
'I know.' Penny bit her lip. 'I don't think he has been put off me.'
'Oh dear. Well, do not despair. Mr Lucas, his valet, and I are trying to think of things, but it is very hard without inventing something so frightful about you that no one would believe it, or that would ruin you utterly if it was true.'
'It is very good of you to associate with him just to help me,' Penny said, standing meekly while Rowan unbuttoned her morning dress and lifted it over her head.
Rowan paused, dress in hand, and regarded her friend through narrowed eyes. 'Penelope Maylin, are you teasing me?'
'A bit,' Penny admitted with the ghost of a smile. 'Mr Lucas is very good-looking.'
'Well, that makes two of you who think so,' Rowan said tartly. 'And for goodness' sake, Penny-as if I'd flirt with a valet!'
'I expect you would for my sake,' Penny said loyally.
'He has been in the West Indies as some kind of estates manager.' Rowan took out all three afternoon dresses and scrutinised them. 'I don't think he is really a valet at all.'
'What about the amber one?' Penny asked. 'I can wear it with the kid slippers and the paisley shawl Stepmama lent me.' They lifted it over her head and she emerged, shaking out her hair. 'Perhaps Lucas is a Bow Street Runner, employed to discover the real murderer?'
'At a house party?' Rowan asked sceptically, wondering distractedly if it was better or worse to be attracted to a Runner rather than a valet.
Penny looked downcast at this reception of her theory, and they brooded silently while Rowan found the slippers and Penny sat at the dressing table and began to brush her hair. 'Do you think it looks better down?' she asked after a few minutes, twisting ringlets round her fingers.
Rowan studied the reflection in the mirror. 'It does, actually. In fact it suits you very well. But we cannot do it that way-the last thing you want is for him to find you attractive.'
'No, I suppose not.'
Rowan took over the brush and concentrated on piling Penny's hair up into her usual arrangement.
'I might wear it like that at the ball, though. How will you dress your hair?'
'I'm not going to any ball, silly.'
'There's the Servants' Ball. Miranda Fortescue says they always have one at Tollesbury Court. Lord Fortescue lights the great Yule log in the hall on Christmas morning, then the family all go over to Lady Fortescue's family at Deddington Manor a few miles away, to spend the whole of Christmas Day, and the servants have a proper ball in the evening. Lord Fortescue even hires in waiters, so the footmen and butler can join in. And then on the twenty- sixth the Fortescues have a St Stephen's Day Ball here and invite all the neighbouring families.'
'Well, I haven't got a thing with me, and you haven't got a second-best ball gown I can borrow.' Just for a second Rowan had seen an image of herself dancing with Lucas, the expression on his face when he saw her in all her finery…
'But your things are just down at the inn in the village, aren't they?' Penny demanded. 'Along with Alice and Kate.'
'Of course!' Rowan pushed in the last hair pin. 'How on earth could I have forgotten? And there I was fretting about how to get that red wine stain out of the cuff of your white organza while all the time we have our own highly accomplished dressers just down the road. It is very remiss of me. I do hope they are comfortable there.'
'Well, it seemed a good inn when we dropped them off with your luggage,' Penny said, slipping a plain gold bangle over her hand. 'And Dorritt and the carriage have gone back there-he would be sure to come and
let us know if it was not respectable. It would be good if they can do something about that stain.'
'I'll walk down tomorrow, taking a basket, and see what they can do with it. If I take a big basket I can bring something back to wear at the Servants' Ball.'
'A very big basket,' Penny observed, pinching her cheeks to get some colour up. 'There's the gown and your petticoats, and silk stockings and slippers, and a shawl and some hair ornaments and jewellery…'
'Nothing too fancy-and not jewellery,' Rowan said. 'This is the Servants' Ball, don't forget.'
'You will look lovely, and your Bow Street Runner will lose his heart to you.'
'Don't joke about it,' Rowan said, with more force than she'd intended. Penny blinked in surprise at her tone. 'Sorry. But really it is too ridiculous. Now, remember this afternoon to be as insipid as you possibly can. If we cannot think of anything to shock him at least let's try and bore him into thinking again.'
'What the hell have you done to that hat?'
Lucas looked at it. It was sodden and the brim was beginning to buckle. 'Thrown it in a snowdrift a couple of times.'
'And the state of your trousers and waistcoat! If I didn't know better I'd think you'd been climbing a tree.' Will reached for the clothes brush and attacked the streaks of lichen and bark on his valet's legs.
'I have been. Ow! Give me that.' He finished the job off himself, only too aware that he was doing it in order to avert his face from his friend's bemused scrutiny.
'Why?' Will demanded, not unreasonably. He went back to paring his nails and looking as relaxed as only a blameless morning in church listening to a soporific sermon could make a man.
'Picking mistletoe.'
'You don't need to pick it. You simply manoeuvre the young lady underneath it.'
'I'm damned if I'm going to freeze in the orchard every time I want a kiss.'
'You'll leave the entire female half of the servants' hall in blind despair when you leave,' his friend remarked.
'Just Miss Daisy. And I doubt if she ever gets into blind despair about anything. She is far too determined.'
'You should not, you know,' Will said reprovingly. 'This is not like you-to get into a serious flirtation with a servant girl'
'This one's different. She was brought up in a gentleman's household-family by-blow, I've no doubt. It's like being with a girl of our own class, but one with spirit and independence.'
