“Only about some of the dances.”
Apparently, her mother had taught her to dance, but with no occasion to practice or become proficient, the lessons had faded from Miss Wingate’s memory. Resultingly, she’d spent yesterday afternoon and a good portion of today with a dancing master.
Lady Pickering gently patted her arm. “You’ll do fine. Now, let us make the rounds and do your best to remember everyone’s name.”
Tobias again escorted Lady Pickering as they circulated the room, introducing Miss Wingate—and Miss Lancaster as her companion—to everyone they encountered. The higher the rank, the longer they stayed to converse. By the time they’d nearly reached the door again, Miss Wingate had received four invitations to dance. Then the music started, and Mr. Mansfield came to lead her onto the floor.
Tobias pivoted to excuse himself. He needed to extend his own invitations to dance.
“Just a moment,” Lady Pickering said. She edged closer to him, lowering her voice to a bare whisper. “Are you aware that your ward was seen walking in Hyde Park yesterday morning?”
Evidently that was bad, given Lady Pickering’s disdainful expression. Her dark brows were pitched low over her eyes, which flashed with mild irritation.
He looked toward Miss Lancaster, who stood far enough away that she couldn’t hear what they said. In addition, she’d fixed her attention on the dancefloor. “Er, no. I didn’t even realize she’d gone for a walk at all.”
“This must not happen. Ladies do not walk in Hyde Park before the afternoon. Do you know what sort of nastiness happens in Hyde Park in the morning?”
Tobias looked at her blankly. “I often ride on Rotten Row in the morning.”
“Precisely. You are a man. And an obtuse one at that. You must instruct Miss Wingate, and more importantly, her companion, that they are not to do that.”
“I’m certain it was an oversight.” Except Miss Lancaster should have known better, shouldn’t she? But then Tobias didn’t know her that well. He’d relied entirely on Lucien’s recommendation.
“Good. You’ll need to keep a much closer eye on your household, particularly if you want to achieve your own goals. Regarding that matter, who are you considering?”
“Ah, Miss Goodfellow perhaps?” He still didn’t know who she was.
“Then why aren’t you dancing with her?”
Tobias glanced about, which was absurd since he didn’t even know who he was looking for. “She’s here?”
Lady Pickering sighed. “Have you even met her?”
“Probably.”
“Can you pick her out?”
“No.”
She exhaled with exasperation. “Come with me.”
He held up his hand. “Wait just a moment and then you may introduce us. Or reintroduce us.” He shook his head. “If you have other recommendations, I’d be interested to hear them. Just no young ladies in their first Season.”
“Why?”
“I prefer someone with a bit more experience.”
Lady Pickering’s brows climbed.
“Not that kind of experience, though a widow would be acceptable.”
“I see. You want a woman who already knows who she is and what she wants.”
“That would be wonderful, actually.”
“I will keep that in mind. And I do have suggestions. I’ll introduce you to one or two of them tonight if they are here.” She gave him a sharp stare that made him want to fidget, and he never fidgeted. “Why are you in a rush to marry suddenly?”
He shrugged, not intending to tell her, or anyone else, the true reason. “I just am.”
“There is more to it than that, but I won’t demand an answer.” She narrowed her eyes. “Yet.”
Pausing to tell Miss Lancaster they were going to mingle, Lady Pickering led him to the refreshment area and introduced him to Miss Goodfellow. If Tobias had met her before, he didn’t remember. He also didn’t remember her mother, who stood alongside her. Both were attractive women, taller than average, with bright cobalt eyes.
Tobias asked Miss Goodfellow to dance the next set, and she agreed. In the meantime, he noted the arrival of Lucien’s brother, Constantine, the Earl of Aldington, and their younger sister, Lady Cassandra.
“If you’ll excuse me for a moment, Lady Pickering, Mrs. Goodfellow, Miss Goodfellow. I’d like to speak with a friend briefly.”
Miss Goodfellow curtsied, and Tobias bowed in response. He quickly made his way toward Aldington.
“Good evening, Overton,” Lucien’s brother said with a warmth that was not reflected in his hazel eyes. There’d always been something off about Aldington, as if he were eternally uncomfortable.
“Good evening, Aldington, Lady Cassandra.” He bowed to the young lady and felt sorry for Lucien because he seemed bothered by the prospect of his sister marrying. And she would marry—she was far too beautiful and charming to last long. Plus, she was the daughter of a duke and in possession of a large dowry. That alone made her a sought-after bride.
Lady Cassandra rose from her curtsey, her sherry-colored eyes sparkling. “How lovely to see you, Overton. I’d almost forgotten you aren’t Deane anymore.”
“I will still answer to that.” In fact, he rather preferred it to Overton, which in his mind was his father, not him. “You must meet my ward, Miss Wingate, when she is finished with the set. It is her first Season too and she is new to London. Indeed, it’s the first time she’s left Shropshire. She’s in the ivory gown with the ribbons.”
“Green and gold ones or pink?” Lady Cassandra asked.
Tobias squinted. “Oh, I suppose there is another ivory gown with ribbons. The green and gold ones. I should have just said dark red hair.” She was the only woman in the room with such vibrantly colored locks.
“I look forward to meeting her.”
Turning his attention to Aldington, Tobias clapped him on the shoulder. “We must catch up. Perhaps later we can have a drink—” He abruptly cut himself off before saying at the Phoenix Club because Aldington was not a member. It wasn’t that Lucien wouldn’t have invited him, but Aldington had made it clear that he would never accept. As a result, they hadn’t bothered.
Aldington seemed to know what he meant, for his eyes narrowed very slightly.
“At White’s,” Tobias said. He was still a member there, even if he hadn’t
