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doesn’t live in the county then?”
“Indeed he does.”
“And I don’t know him… Diana, what are you saying? You haven’t got yourself involved with someone who is… who is…?
“Who is not one of us? Yes, I have Mariah. Does that shock you?
“Shock me? My dear Diana it does not shock me… it thrills me. Tell me more.”
A cough at the door stopped the conversation going forward.
“Excuse me Miss; a message from your parents, they will not be returning tonight due to your mother feeling slightly unwell. They are staying in Winchester.”
“Thank you Gittens.”
“Would Lady Diana care for her toilette to be arranged by her lady’s maid, Miss?” said Gittens.
Mariah looked at the grandfather clock in the corner of the room. Four o’clock. They would have to leave at six.
“Tell me about it later. You’d better get ready,” said Mariah.
***
Diana luxuriated in a warm bath with fragrant oils given to her by Mariah. Jane wrapped a thick towel around her as she climbed out. Then she handed her a silk dressing gown with a Chinese pattern.
For the theatre, Diana had brought her satin low-necked dress with short sleeves and a high Empire line coming to just under her full breasts. Jane laid it out on the double bed.
“What are you wearing underneath it Ma’am? Shall I get the silk drawers or the pantaloons, the special ones,” said Jane desperately trying to hold back a giggle.
“I don’t think I will wear anything underneath Jane. It’s likely to be rather warm in the theatre. Just lay out my silk stockings.”
Jane looked at Diana. “Yes Miss.”
Jane rummaged around in the drawer into which she had unpacked Diana’s clothes. She found the silk stockings and laid them on the bed next to the dress.
Diana let the dressing gown fall to the floor and stood naked catching her reflection in a full-length mirror on the wardrobe. She smiled at the image. Her figure was still good, perfect even, and her breasts full but not too big. Her hair bunched up in blond curls matched the ivory of her skin.
She pulled on one silk stocking and then the other. Jane helped her slip the dress on bringing it up her legs to her shoulders and adjusting it, so it hung just right and showed off her décolletage to perfection. A long silk scarf covered her shoulders and another tied like a turban adorned her head.
Diana knew it was unlikely that she would see the stranger at the Theatre and even more unlikely that if he were there, she would get to speak to him. But she lived in hope.
***
“Oh my goodness! How romantic!” said Mariah as Diana explained her new found lover and their assignations while they sat in the drawing room awaiting their escort.
Fitzgerald, in white tie and tails, arrived in a fine coach with four horses and his driver.
With one cloaked lady on each arm, he escorted them to the coach and handed them up inside. They sat together facing forward with Fitzgerald on the other seat facing them. Diana could smell the new leather of the coach. Her tummy had butterflies anticipating, or more hoping, that she would see the stranger.
“Have you seen the Rivals before?” enquired Fitzgerald.
“Yes, in Drury Lane two years ago,” said Mariah.
“No, I haven’t,” said Diana.
“A young woman falls in love with a man she believes is penniless but he turns out to be a rich man. That is part of the story,” said Fitzgerald. “Of course it is all nonsense.”
Diana thought about what Fitzgerald had said. A man believed to be penniless but turns out to be rich. No, that would not be the case with the stranger. He was certainly a man of mystery and not really of the lower classes although he tried to give the impression that he was. There must be a dark secret, Diana decided. Whatever it was, it didn’t stop her longing to see him again and make love to him.
The carriage arrived at the theatre and disgorged its occupants along with other carriages. It was a fine evening and brought out
“Indeed he does.”
“And I don’t know him… Diana, what are you saying? You haven’t got yourself involved with someone who is… who is…?
“Who is not one of us? Yes, I have Mariah. Does that shock you?
“Shock me? My dear Diana it does not shock me… it thrills me. Tell me more.”
A cough at the door stopped the conversation going forward.
“Excuse me Miss; a message from your parents, they will not be returning tonight due to your mother feeling slightly unwell. They are staying in Winchester.”
“Thank you Gittens.”
“Would Lady Diana care for her toilette to be arranged by her lady’s maid, Miss?” said Gittens.
Mariah looked at the grandfather clock in the corner of the room. Four o’clock. They would have to leave at six.
“Tell me about it later. You’d better get ready,” said Mariah.
***
Diana luxuriated in a warm bath with fragrant oils given to her by Mariah. Jane wrapped a thick towel around her as she climbed out. Then she handed her a silk dressing gown with a Chinese pattern.
For the theatre, Diana had brought her satin low-necked dress with short sleeves and a high Empire line coming to just under her full breasts. Jane laid it out on the double bed.
“What are you wearing underneath it Ma’am? Shall I get the silk drawers or the pantaloons, the special ones,” said Jane desperately trying to hold back a giggle.
“I don’t think I will wear anything underneath Jane. It’s likely to be rather warm in the theatre. Just lay out my silk stockings.”
Jane looked at Diana. “Yes Miss.”
Jane rummaged around in the drawer into which she had unpacked Diana’s clothes. She found the silk stockings and laid them on the bed next to the dress.
Diana let the dressing gown fall to the floor and stood naked catching her reflection in a full-length mirror on the wardrobe. She smiled at the image. Her figure was still good, perfect even, and her breasts full but not too big. Her hair bunched up in blond curls matched the ivory of her skin.
She pulled on one silk stocking and then the other. Jane helped her slip the dress on bringing it up her legs to her shoulders and adjusting it, so it hung just right and showed off her décolletage to perfection. A long silk scarf covered her shoulders and another tied like a turban adorned her head.
Diana knew it was unlikely that she would see the stranger at the Theatre and even more unlikely that if he were there, she would get to speak to him. But she lived in hope.
***
“Oh my goodness! How romantic!” said Mariah as Diana explained her new found lover and their assignations while they sat in the drawing room awaiting their escort.
Fitzgerald, in white tie and tails, arrived in a fine coach with four horses and his driver.
With one cloaked lady on each arm, he escorted them to the coach and handed them up inside. They sat together facing forward with Fitzgerald on the other seat facing them. Diana could smell the new leather of the coach. Her tummy had butterflies anticipating, or more hoping, that she would see the stranger.
“Have you seen the Rivals before?” enquired Fitzgerald.
“Yes, in Drury Lane two years ago,” said Mariah.
“No, I haven’t,” said Diana.
“A young woman falls in love with a man she believes is penniless but he turns out to be a rich man. That is part of the story,” said Fitzgerald. “Of course it is all nonsense.”
Diana thought about what Fitzgerald had said. A man believed to be penniless but turns out to be rich. No, that would not be the case with the stranger. He was certainly a man of mystery and not really of the lower classes although he tried to give the impression that he was. There must be a dark secret, Diana decided. Whatever it was, it didn’t stop her longing to see him again and make love to him.
The carriage arrived at the theatre and disgorged its occupants along with other carriages. It was a fine evening and brought out
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