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can’t mean that! How shabby!”
    “Why on earth not?”
    “We all ride well. I haven’t been out since we were home.”
    Both Arabella and Sarah turned to the two gentlemen still standing behind Max, silent auditors to the extraordinary scene. Arabella fixed Viscount Pilborough with pleading eyes. “Surely there’s nothing unreasonable in such a request?” Under the Viscount’s besotted gaze, her lashes fluttered almost imperceptibly, before her lids decorously dropped, veiling those dancing eyes, the long lashes brushing her cheeks, delicately stained with a most becoming blush.
    The Viscount swallowed. “Why on earth not, Max? Not an unreasonable request at all. Your wards would look very lovely on horseback.”
    Max, who was only too ready to agree on how lovely his wards would look in riding habits, bit back an oath. Ignoring Miss Twinning’s laughing eyes, he glowered at the hapless Viscount.
    Sarah meanwhile had turned to meet the blatantly admiring gaze of Lord Darcy. Not as accomplished a flirt as Arabella, she could nevertheless hold her own, and she returned his warm gaze with a serene smile. “Is there any real reason why we shouldn’t ride?”
    Her low voice, cool and strangely musical, made Darcy Hamilton wish there were far fewer people in Max’s hall. In fact, his fantasies would be more complete if they were not in Max’s hall at all. He moved towards Sarah and expertly captured her hand. Raising it to his lips, he smiled in a way that had thoroughly seduced more damsels than he cared to recall. He could well understand why Max did not wish his wards to ride. But, having met this Twinning sister, there was no way in the world he was going to further his friend’s ambition.
    His lazy drawl reached Max’s ears. “I’m very much afraid, Max, dear boy, that you’re going to have to concede. The opposition is quite overwhelming.”
    Max glared at him. Seeing the determination in his lordship’s grey eyes and understanding his reasons only too well, he knew he was outnumbered on all fronts. His eyes returned to Caroline’s face to find her regarding him quizzically. “Oh, very well!”
    Her smile warmed him and at the prompting lift of her brows he introduced his friends, first to her, and then to her sisters in turn. The chattering voices washed over him, his friends’ deeper tones running like a counterpoint in the cacophony. Caroline moved to his side.
    “You’re not seriously annoyed by us riding, are you?”
    He glanced down at her. The stern set of his lips reluctantly relaxed. “I would very much rather you did not. However,” he continued, his eyes roving to the group of her three sisters and his two friends, busy with noisy plans for their first ride that afternoon, “I can see that’s impossible.”
    Caroline smiled. “We won’t come to any harm, I assure you.”
    “Allow me to observe, Miss Twinning, that gallivanting about the London ton is fraught with rather more difficulty than you would have encountered in American society, nor yet within the circle to which you were accustomed in Hertfordshire.”
    A rich chuckle greeted his warning. “Fear not, dear guardian,” she said, raising laughing eyes to his. Max noticed the dimple, peeking irrepressibly from beside her soft mouth. “We’ll manage.”
    ———
    Naturally, Max felt obliged to join the riding party that afternoon. Between both his and Darcy Hamilton’s extensive stables, they had managed to assemble suitable mounts for the four girls. Caroline had assured him that, like all country misses, they could ride very well. By the time they gained the Park, he had satisfied himself on that score. At least he need not worry over them losing control of the frisky horses and being thrown. But, as they were all as stunning as he had feared they would be, elegantly gowned in perfectly cut riding habits, his worries had not noticeably decreased.
    As they ambled further into the Park, by dint of the simple expedient of