“I am going to speak with Miss Goddard for a moment,” she said to Rosalie. “She is sitting over there.”
“Miss who?” Rosalie asked, but Angeline was already on her way.
She fanned her face and smiled brightly as she approached, and Miss Goddard, seeing her coming, smiled back.
“Lady Angeline,” she said in her quiet, serious voice. “How do you do?”
“I have borrowed Mr. Milton’s
“Oh.” Miss Goddard looked a little taken aback. “Well done. I read it when I was a girl. I have always meant to read
“The Earl of Heyward called at Dudley House this afternoon,” Angeline said. “He offered me marriage, but I said no.”
There was a short silence, during which Miss Goddard stared at her without expression.
“I am surprised,” she said. “And sorry. Surprised and sorry that you said no, that is.”
“He does not love me,” Angeline said. “I asked and he said no. Well, he did not say an out-and-out no. That would have been ungentlemanly, and Lord Heyward is always a gentleman. He talked about fondness and affection and other things that all meant the same thing. But he could not say he
“No,” Miss Goddard said quietly, “he would not. He ought to have lied because he would have been devoted to you for the rest of his life, you know. He could not possibly
“He once said that my riding hat was the most atrocious thing he had ever seen in his life,” Angeline said.
Miss Goddard was startled into laughter.
“No!” she said. “
“But he smiled as he said it,” Angeline said, “and I laughed too. He has a lovely smile.”
“Yes.” Miss Goddard looked arrested. “Pardon me, how very rude I am being. Lady Angeline, may I present my aunt, Lady Sanford? Lady Angeline Dudley, Aunt Charlotte.”
Angeline sat on an empty chair facing the ladies, her back to the dance floor, and chatted for a while. She looked around again only when Miss Goddard fixed her eyes upon something or someone beyond and above Angeline’s shoulder and opened her fan, though she held it in her lap.
Lord Windrow was approaching, all lazy smiles and mocking charm.
Angeline jumped to her feet and smiled brightly again. She fluttered her fan before her face. He was
He feigned a look of surprise.
“Ah, fair one,” he said, bowing elegantly. “And the delectable Miss Goddard, whose stimulating conversation I have sought but not found, alas, since a certain memorable evening that is regrettably long in the past.”
Angeline set her closed fan on his sleeve. The next dance was to be a waltz, was it not?
“This is to be a waltz,” she said, “and I am happy to be able to say that I am allowed to dance it.
“My heart would have been smitten with dreadfully negative emotions if you had not been either or both,” he said, his eyelids drooped over his eyes in their customary way—though his eyes were keen enough beneath them.
“Oh, I will,” she said. “It is my favorite dance in the whole world, you know.”
“And Miss Goddard,” he said, looking beyond Angeline as he offered his hand. “May I prevail upon you to reserve the first set after supper for me? I shall be devastated beyond all hope of resuscitation if I must return home tonight without having danced with the two loveliest ladies in the room.”
Angeline turned her head and smiled with genuine amusement at Miss Goddard. Would she say yes? Angeline hoped so, absurd as Lord Windrow was. It was really too, too bad that she had sat here all evening without partners. Did gentlemen not have
“Thank you, Lord Windrow,” Miss Goddard said. “That would be delightful.”
She spoke with cool courtesy. It was impossible to know if she really was delighted or not. Perhaps she
Oh, Angeline thought as she was led away onto the floor, she had wanted to have a good talk with Miss Goddard. She had wanted to pour her heart out to her. She wanted to be Miss Goddard’s
She wanted actually to find some dark, remote corner and bawl her eyes out. But that would be pure foolishness and would make her all red-eyed and ugly.
There was no sign of the Earl of Heyward. Yes, there was. He was sitting on a love seat close to the supper room doors in conversation with Lady Winifred Wragge, who had the brightest red hair Angeline had ever seen, together with green eyes that slanted upward slightly at the outer corners and a complexion that reminded one of peaches and cream. She was also—of course—small and dainty. He was bending slightly toward her, giving her the whole of his attention, as he always did with a partner, and she was giving him all of hers in return.
Well.
Angeline turned the full force of her very happiest smile upon Lord Windrow, who was looking lazily back, apparently more amused than ever.
“Is this not an absolutely
“It is so wonderful, my fair one,” he said, “that I am lost for a word that is more wonderful than wonderful.”