volunteer.'
The thought sobered her. She put down her embroidery. 'I suppose we should.' She hesitated, her fine blue eyes raised to Worth's face. 'Well, Julian, our morning visitors have all talked a great deal, but you have said nothing.'
'I was under the impression that I said everything that was civil.'
'Just so, and nothing to the point. I wish you will tell me what you think. Do we stay?'
'Not if you wish to go home, my dear.'
She shook her head. 'You are to be the judge. I don't care for myself, but there is little Julian to be recollected, you know.'
'I don't forget him. Antwerp is, after all, comfortably close. But if you choose I will convey you both to England.'
She cast him a shrewd look. 'You are extremely obliging, sir! Thank you, I know you a little too well to accept that offer. You would no sooner have set me down in England than you would return here, odious wretch!'
He laughed. 'To tell you the truth, Judith, I think it will be interesting to be in Brussels this spring.'
'Yes,' she agreed. 'But what will happen?'
'I know no more than the next man.'
'I suppose war is certain? Will the Duke be a match for Bonaparte, do you think?'
'That is what we are going to see, my dear.'
'Everyone speaks as though his arrival will make all quite safe - indeed, I do myself - but though he was so successful in Spain he has never fought against Bonaparte himself, has he?'
'A circumstance which makes the situation of even more interest,' said Worth.
'Well!' She resumed her stitching. 'You are very cool. We shall stay then. Indeed, I should be very sorry to go just when Charles is to join us.'
The Earl put up his quizzing-glass. 'Ah! May I inquire, my love, whether you are making plans for Charles's future welfare?'
Down went the embroidery; her ladyship raised an indignant rueful pair of eyes to his face. 'You are the most odious man that I have ever met!' she declared. 'Of course I don't make plans for Charles! It sounds like some horrid, match-making Mama. How in the world did you guess?'
'Some explanation of your extreme kindness towards Miss Devenish seemed to be called for. That was the likeliest that presented itself to me.'
'Well, but don't you think her a charming girl, Julian?'
'I daresay. You know my taste runs to Amazons.'
Her ladyship ignored this with obvious dignity. 'She is extremely pretty, with such obliging manners, and a general sweetness of disposition which makes me feel her to be so very eligible.'
'I will allow all that to be true.'
'You are thinking of Mr Fisher. I know the evils of her situation, but recollect that Mr Fisher is her uncle only by marriage! He is a little vulgar perhaps - well, very vulgar, if you like! - but I am sure a kind, worthy man who has treated her quite as though she were his own daughter, and will leave the whole of his fortune to her.
'That certainly is a consideration,' said Worth.
'Her own birth, though not noble, is perfectly respectable, you know. Her family is an old one - but it does not signify talking, after all! Charles will make his own choice.'
'Just what I was about to remark, my dear.'
'Don't alarm yourselfl I have no notion of throwing poor Lucy at his head, I assure you. But I shall own myself surprised if he does not take a liking to her.'
'I perceive,' said the Earl, faintly amused, 'that life in Brussels is going to be even more interesting than I had expected.'
Chapter Two
When Judith, on setting out for Lady Charlotte Greville's evening party, desired Worth to direct the coachman to call at Mr Fisher's for the purpose of picking up Miss Devenish, she could not help looking a little conscious. She avoided his ironic gaze, but when he settled himself beside her, and the carriage moved forward over the pave, said defensively: 'Really, it is not remarkable that I should take Lucy with me.'
'Certainly not,' agreed Worth. 'I made no remark.'
'Mrs Fisher does not like to go into company, you know, and the poor child would be very dull if no one offered to escort her.'
'Very true.'
Judith cast a smouldering glance at his profile. 'I do not think,' she said, 'that I have ever met so provoking a person as you.'
He smiled, but said nothing, and upon the carriage's drawing up presently in front of a respectable-looking house in one of the quiet streets off the Place Royale, got down to hand his wife's protegee into the carriage.She did not keep him waiting for many seconds, but came out of the house, escorted by her uncle, a little stout man of cheerful vulgarity who bowed very low to the Earl, and uttered profuse thanks and protestations. He was answered with the cool civility of a stranger, but Lady Worth, leaning forward, said everything that was kind, enquired after Mrs Fisher, who had lately been confined to the house by a feverish cold, and engaged herself to take good care of Miss Devenish.
'Your ladyship is never backward in any attention - most flattering distinction! I am all obligation!' he said, bowing to her. 'It is just as it should be, for I'm sure Lucy is fit to move in the first circles - ay, and to make a good match into the bargain, eh, Lucy? Ah, she don't like me to quiz her about it: she is blushing, I daresay, only it is too dark to see.'
Judith could not but feel a little vexation that he should expose himself so to Worth, but she passed it off with tact. Miss Devenish was handed into the carriage, the Earl followed her, and in a moment they were off, leaving Mr Fisher bowing farewell upon the pavement.
'Dear Lady Worth, this is very kind of you!' said Miss Devenish, in a pretty, low voice. 'My aunt desired her compliments. I did not keep you waiting, I hope?'
'No, indeed. I only hope it won't prove an insipid evening. I believe there may be dancing, and I suppose all the world and his wife will be there.'
It certainly seemed so. When they arrived, Lady Charlotte's salons were already crowded. The English predominated, but there were any number of distinguished foreigners present. Here and there were to be seen the blue of a Dutch uniform, and the smart rifle-green of a Belgian dragoon; and everywhere you should chance to look you might be sure of encountering the sight of scarlet: vivid splashes of scarlet, throwing into insignificance all the ladies' pale muslins, and every civilian gentleman's more sober coat. Civilian gentlemen were plainly at a discount, and the young lady who could not show at least one scarlet uniform enslaved was unhappy indeed. Wits and savants went by the board; the crowd was thickest about Lord Hill, who had dropped in for half an hour. His round face wore its usual placid smile; he was replying with inexhaustible patience and good humour to the anxious inquiries of the females clustering round him. Dear Lord Hill! So kind, so dependable! He was not like the Duke, of course, but one need not pack one's trunks and order the horses to be put to for an instant flight to Antwerp while he was there to pledge one his word the Corsican Monster was still in Paris.
He had just reassured the Annesley sisters, two ethereal blondes, whose very ringlets were appealing. When Worth's party came into the room, they had moved away from Lord Hill, and were standing near the door, a lovely fragile pair, so like, so dotingly fond!
They were both married, the younger, Catharine, being one of the season's brides, with a most unexceptionable young husband to her credit, Lord John Somerset, temporarily attached to the Prince of Orange's personal staff. It was strange that Catharine, decidedly her sister's inferior in beauty and brain, should have done so much better for herself in the marriage market. Poor Frances, with her infinite capacity for hero-worship, had made but a sad business of it after all, for a less inspiring figure than her tow-headed, chattering, awkward Mr Webster would have been hard to find. You could hardly blame her for having fallen so deeply in love with Lord Byron. Quite
