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to be known so quickly. Besides, it felt sordid to have these three women touched in any way by the scandal he intended to create.
Trying to elude their inquisitive gaze, Sebastian turned his head to the right, searching for a less crowded pathway. He found one that intersected ahead and led them all in that direction.
Majestic oak trees provided a bit of welcome shade and fewer people made the walking more pleasant, but it was the sight of two women comingtheir way that set Sebastian’s heart pounding in an irregular rhythm.
Though they were still some distance away, Sebastian recognized them. It was the Earl of Hetfield’s daughters. Lady Bianca, the shorter of the two, was twirling a lacy pink parasol above her head that matched her walking dress. He concluded her wardrobe must have arrived, for the ensemble was of the latest fashion.
Alas, Lady Eleanor’s clothes had not been made ready. She was wearing a heavy gown of russet brown more suited for a colder day and a country environment. It was such a sharp contrast to the light, spring dress her sister wore, one had to feel some sympathy for her. It must not be pleasant to always be cast in the shadow of a younger, far prettier sibling.
Though he would have preferred to be alone, this was the opportunity he had been waiting for, the reason he had come to the park in the first place. Sebastian lifted the hand holding his horse’s reins and waved. Lady Bianca returned the wave with an enthusiastic one of her own. He saw Lady Eleanor’s back stiffen at the gesture and she closed her eyes briefly. He had not realized he had made such a strong impression on the sister. A strong,
negative
impression, judging by the grim set of her lips.
Damn! Apparently tongues had started wagging and his reputation had preceded him. A fact he confirmed a few minutes later when they met on the pathway.
There was not even the faintest suggestion of a smile on Lady Eleanor’s lips when she greeted him,though she did relax her frown when he introduced her to the Ellingham sisters. Lady Bianca was all smiles and enthusiasm, while Lady Eleanor remained polite but not overly friendly. And she continued to look at him as if he were the last person on earth she wanted to see.
It was an odd feeling to be brought low by a plain-looking woman perilously close to becoming an old maid. Sebastian hastily reminded himself it didn’t matter. Bianca was his target.
“Will you stroll with me, Lady Bianca?” Sebastian asked, deliberately ignoring the startled looks of the Ellingham sisters and the severe disapproval of Lady Eleanor.
He offered his arm to her and with a shy smile she took it. They broke away from the pack and moved ahead, though Sebastian was careful to keep a respectable distance. He pulled his horse to the left so the animal walked on the grass, sparing the four women behind them the direct sight of the stallion’s hindquarters.
“Isn’t it a lovely day?” Sebastian asked.
“Yes, splendid. I was told it rains often in Town, but the weather has been quite nice since our arrival.”
“Are you finding the amusements of London to your liking?” he inquired.
“We have seen little of Town, but it has all been very grand.”
“And what of the activities? Was there a particular soiree or party that you will claim as your favorite?”
“They were all equally enjoyable.”
Sebastian waited, an encouraging smile on hisface. Lady Bianca shyly returned the smile, yet offered nothing else. That was it? That was all she was going to say? God help him, it was like pulling teeth.
They walked for several minutes without saying anything, the topic of the weather and how she was enjoying Town life already exhausted. In Sebastian’s experience, prattling women were the norm—which he occasionally found amusing, yet more often an annoyance. It was, however, something he dealt with skillfully. Quiet was far more complicated.
“Do you enjoy riding?” he asked, casting about for
Trying to elude their inquisitive gaze, Sebastian turned his head to the right, searching for a less crowded pathway. He found one that intersected ahead and led them all in that direction.
Majestic oak trees provided a bit of welcome shade and fewer people made the walking more pleasant, but it was the sight of two women comingtheir way that set Sebastian’s heart pounding in an irregular rhythm.
Though they were still some distance away, Sebastian recognized them. It was the Earl of Hetfield’s daughters. Lady Bianca, the shorter of the two, was twirling a lacy pink parasol above her head that matched her walking dress. He concluded her wardrobe must have arrived, for the ensemble was of the latest fashion.
Alas, Lady Eleanor’s clothes had not been made ready. She was wearing a heavy gown of russet brown more suited for a colder day and a country environment. It was such a sharp contrast to the light, spring dress her sister wore, one had to feel some sympathy for her. It must not be pleasant to always be cast in the shadow of a younger, far prettier sibling.
Though he would have preferred to be alone, this was the opportunity he had been waiting for, the reason he had come to the park in the first place. Sebastian lifted the hand holding his horse’s reins and waved. Lady Bianca returned the wave with an enthusiastic one of her own. He saw Lady Eleanor’s back stiffen at the gesture and she closed her eyes briefly. He had not realized he had made such a strong impression on the sister. A strong,
negative
impression, judging by the grim set of her lips.
Damn! Apparently tongues had started wagging and his reputation had preceded him. A fact he confirmed a few minutes later when they met on the pathway.
There was not even the faintest suggestion of a smile on Lady Eleanor’s lips when she greeted him,though she did relax her frown when he introduced her to the Ellingham sisters. Lady Bianca was all smiles and enthusiasm, while Lady Eleanor remained polite but not overly friendly. And she continued to look at him as if he were the last person on earth she wanted to see.
It was an odd feeling to be brought low by a plain-looking woman perilously close to becoming an old maid. Sebastian hastily reminded himself it didn’t matter. Bianca was his target.
“Will you stroll with me, Lady Bianca?” Sebastian asked, deliberately ignoring the startled looks of the Ellingham sisters and the severe disapproval of Lady Eleanor.
He offered his arm to her and with a shy smile she took it. They broke away from the pack and moved ahead, though Sebastian was careful to keep a respectable distance. He pulled his horse to the left so the animal walked on the grass, sparing the four women behind them the direct sight of the stallion’s hindquarters.
“Isn’t it a lovely day?” Sebastian asked.
“Yes, splendid. I was told it rains often in Town, but the weather has been quite nice since our arrival.”
“Are you finding the amusements of London to your liking?” he inquired.
“We have seen little of Town, but it has all been very grand.”
“And what of the activities? Was there a particular soiree or party that you will claim as your favorite?”
“They were all equally enjoyable.”
Sebastian waited, an encouraging smile on hisface. Lady Bianca shyly returned the smile, yet offered nothing else. That was it? That was all she was going to say? God help him, it was like pulling teeth.
They walked for several minutes without saying anything, the topic of the weather and how she was enjoying Town life already exhausted. In Sebastian’s experience, prattling women were the norm—which he occasionally found amusing, yet more often an annoyance. It was, however, something he dealt with skillfully. Quiet was far more complicated.
“Do you enjoy riding?” he asked, casting about for
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