“You’d come to White’s?” Aldington asked dubiously.
“Certainly! I’ll see you there later.” He bowed to Lady Cassandra before returning to Miss Goodfellow.
After greeting her and her mother once more, he asked if Miss Goodfellow would like to take a turn about the room. The current set was nearing its finish, and there would be a short break before the next.
“That would be amenable,” she said with a slight nod. She had an intense gaze, but her demeanor was…measured. Yes, that was the best word to describe her.
Her mother smiled approvingly as Tobias offered Miss Goodfellow his arm.
Tobias looked at her askance as they began their circuit of the room. “You are quite tall.”
“So I’m told.” There was no inflection to the statement, but Tobias understood her meaning.
“My apologies. That was not only unoriginal; it was a ridiculous thing to say.”
The edge of her mouth curved up. “You’re fairly tall, though not the tallest man I’ve met.”
He laughed. “Touché. Tell me, what do you like to read?”
Her gait slowed momentarily, and she looked at him as if he’d sprouted another ear. “Newspapers. Pamphlets about matters of the day.”
“Indeed?” Tobias’s eye caught his ward on the dance floor just as the set came to an end. Her partner bowed to her, then took her hand. His gaze lingered on Miss Wingate’s chest before he led her from the floor. Tobias felt the urge to go and knock him down. How dare the scoundrel look at his ward like that?
“Is something amiss?” Miss Goodfellow asked.
Tobias blinked and refocused on the woman at his side. “What? No. I have a ward, and I’m afraid I’m new to this guardian business. My father didn’t give me much notice on that front.”
“Your father recently passed away, is that right?”
He nodded. “In December.”
“Yet here you are, mingling in Society so soon after. I’d be shunned if I did that.” Her jaw tightened, and he felt the ripple of tension that passed through her.
“It’s not fair, is it?” he asked, thinking she’d probably fit right in at the Phoenix Club. It’s too bad she wasn’t eligible. They did not invite young unmarried ladies. They did, however, invite spinsters. Not many, but a few. When exactly did a woman pass from marriageable to spinster? More importantly, why?
He surveyed Miss Goodfellow and judged her to be approaching her middle twenties, if not already there. She was likely seen, at least by some, as on the shelf, meaning she was past the point where most men would take an interest in her. Tobias understood her quiet outrage and, frankly, shared it. There shouldn’t be an expiration on a woman’s marriageability. There certainly wasn’t one on his.
“Fair is subjective, isn’t it?” She cast him an enigmatic glance.
“I suppose it is. However, I think I can state, without argument, that when it comes to expectations of men and women in Society, they are not held to an equal standard.”
“On that we agree, my lord.”
They’d reached the opposite corner of the room. He turned and started back the way they’d come. In doing so, he had a clear view of his ward speaking with Lady Cassandra. Lady Pickering and Miss Lancaster stood nearby. Likely Lady Pickering had taken care of the introduction then.
“Lord Overton?”
Tobias pulled his attention from Miss Wingate. “Yes?”
“Have you reentered Society so soon after your father’s death because you’ve decided to take a wife?”
Bollocks. She’d cut right to the heart of his intent. Logic may not be rampant amongst the ton, but he’d selected a lady with a keen intelligence. He looked forward to discussing the “matters of the day” with her when they danced.
“I am an earl and must marry at some point,” he said diplomatically. “And who knows, perhaps my countess is in this very ballroom.” He gave her a broad smile before darting another look toward Miss Wingate. Her arm was linked with Lady Cassandra’s. They looked thick as thieves already. He wasn’t sure if that was good or bad. Lady Cassandra was, after all, Lucien’s sister. She was also Aldington’s, so her behavior could go either way. She could be the best possible influence on Miss Wingate, or she could be a problem.
Now they were leaving the ballroom together. Suddenly, Tobias wondered at the wisdom of them meeting.
Alas, the music began. He’d have to play guardian after.
Fiona had only collided with one dancer but had stepped on Mr. Mansfield’s feet at least twice. As he escorted her from the dance floor, she noted her guardian was strolling the perimeter of the room with a tall, rather pretty woman with dark hair. Was he looking for a countess? She hoped so. Perhaps he’d focus on that instead of trying to marry her off.
Mr. Mansfield delivered her to Lady Pickering and Prudence. He took Fiona’s hand and bowed over it. “Thank you so much for the dance. I shall look forward to next time.” He smiled at her, keeping his mouth closed. She’d caught sight of his somewhat crooked teeth during the dance.
“Thank you.” She dipped into a brief curtsey before he turned and departed.
“Well done,” Lady Pickering said. “I want to introduce you to someone who will be a good ally for you this Season.” She led Fiona and Prudence to a beautiful young woman and a rather stoic gentleman. “Lord Aldington, Lady Cassandra, may I present Miss Fiona Wingate? She is Lord Overton’s ward. And this is her companion, Miss Lancaster.” She looked to Fiona. “Lord Aldington is the heir to the Duke of Evesham, and Lady Cassandra is his sister.”
Lord Aldington was dressed very conservatively in all black with a dark blue waistcoat. His tawny hair was styled neatly, if not terribly fashionably, and his hazel eyes regarded her with interest, if not warmth. Conversely, Lady Cassandra wore a stunning coral ballgown with embroidery on the sleeves and seed pearls sewn into the bodice. Her dark hair was artfully arranged with more pearls, and she wore a
