parties or Venetian breakfasts or picnics or driving in Hyde Park with one or another of her many admirers. There was not an idle afternoon.
And there were always more evening entertainments to choose among than there were evenings. There were balls, soirees, concerts, the theater, the opera, dinners. Sometimes it was possible to attend both a dinner
Everywhere she went there were people she knew, and she was gradually learning to put names with faces without making too many errors. And there were always new people with whom to become acquainted. There were ladies who were friendly—younger ones who would link arms with her and stroll at a party, older ladies who remembered her mother or her father and loved to talk to her about them, elderly ladies who remembered her grandparents. And of course, there were her particular friends, Martha and Maria, who had also taken well with the
And there were the gentlemen. There were the older ones, who tended to be courtly and who occasionally paid her the compliment of actually
There was Lord Windrow, who always pursed his lips and regarded her with laughing bedroom eyes whenever they were at the same social event, but generally kept his distance from her. She found him amusing and would have flirted outrageously with him if he had given her the chance since he clearly understood the game and would not take her seriously.
And there was, of course, the Earl of Heyward, who was at many of the same events that Angeline attended. It was unavoidable. The
She would have been quite indifferent to him, would have forgotten him entirely, if it had not been for one fact. She
Besides, she was too busy enjoying herself to brood upon quarrels or almost- quarrels, too busy smiling, laughing, chattering, dancing, doing whatever exuberantly happy people did, having the time of her life.
And then came the day when she realized that she was not going to be able to avoid closer contact with the Earl of Heyward forever. Cousin Leonard had proposed marriage to Lady Heyward and been accepted, and Angeline was as overjoyed about it as Cousin Rosalie was. But Rosalie was planning a special celebration of their betrothal by having them at Hallings in the country over a long weekend and making a house party of it.
Angeline must suggest any other guests she wished to be invited, Rosalie told her, since the intention was not to make it
At first Angeline could feel only a sick sort of dread and excitement—a horrid and bewildering mix—at the knowledge that she and Lord Heyward were doomed to spend five days in the same house with the same smallish group of people. But it was unavoidable. She had no choice but to go—both Tresham and Ferdinand were going and Rosalie, of course, was the hostess.
And then she had a grand flash of inspiration. Though perhaps
She was attending Lady Loverall’s garden party in Richmond one afternoon with Cousin Rosalie. The grand mansion in which Lord and Lady Loverall lived had a back garden that ended with the River Thames, actually jutting out into it in the form of two jetties. Angeline thought it might well be the loveliest place on earth to live. Certainly it was a perfect setting for an outdoor party on a perfect summer afternoon. Even though clouds occasionally covered the sun, they were actually welcome as a break from the heat.
As she was looking about for a group of acquaintances she might join, her eyes alit upon Miss Goddard standing, as she usually did at the few entertainments she attended, with her aunt and a group of older ladies. They were on the terrace close to the refreshment tables. Angeline’s face lit up with delight. Miss Goddard was
“Miss Goddard,” she said, as she approached her, “how
“Perhaps not everything,” Miss Goddard said, laughing. “But it is certainly a pleasure to visit. I will come, thank you. Perhaps we may stop along the way to look at the flowers. They are a feast for the eyes, are they not? And probably for the nose too.”
Angeline linked an arm through hers and drew her away from the other ladies after exchanging greetings and pleasantries with them all.
“Did you receive your invitation?” she asked. “Have you replied to it yet? I
“I did indeed,” Miss Goddard said, “and was greatly surprised by it as well as gratified. Why would Lady Palmer invite me to spend a few days at her country estate in Sussex? I scarcely know her.”
“But I do,” Angeline said. “She is my sponsor, and she specifically asked me if there was anyone I wished her to invite. I daresay she thought I might be embarrassed by some of the guests. Well, one in particular.”
“Embarrassed?” Miss Goddard said.
“Cousin Leonard,” Angeline said, “Lord Fenner, Rosalie’s brother, that is, has recently become betrothed to the widowed Countess of Heyward. You may have seen the announcement in the papers. We are enormously pleased by the news. She broke his heart a number of years ago, you know, during her come-out Season when she was dazzled by the Earl of Heyward—the