course,â he said. Heâd been going around the table, whispering names and occupations to her. âI saw you being introduced to him tonight.â
âYes.â She had no desire to eat. None whatever.
He nodded, very slightly, in the direction of her brother, who was sitting next to Miss Llewellyn. He was smiling, putting on an excellent show of being delighted with the girl at his side. Her brotherâs manners were faultless. âEveryone thought sheâd marry last season. Any number of young bucks wooed her.â Tallboys shook his head. âBut with her beauty and connections, she might look very high indeed. The woman on Lord Banalltâs left is Lady Harpenden.â
All Sophie could think was that Lady Harpenden was a lovely blonde who seemed to have no trouble making conversation with anyone around her. She was gay and light and completely comfortable in company so lofty.
âHer husband, Lord Harpenden, is farther down the table. With the dowager countess there. Sheâll talk his ear off.â
âThe poor man.â She picked up her spoon and pulled it through her soup, though she did not taste it. If she ate anything, sheâd be ill.
âThe gentleman on the dowager countessâs other side is Mr. Underhill. Heâs a director at the Bank of England. A notorious snooze. If youâre introduced, whatever you do donât mention British monetary policy. Heâll lecture you until your brains congeal.â
Sophie smiled at Tallboys. âI presume youâve heard the lecture.â
His expression turned so serious Sophie had a strong urge to giggle. âTook me a week to recover.â He shuddered. âNightmares for months after.â
She laughed. âThank you for the warning.â
Lady Harpenden let out a peal of laughter. Nearly the entire table looked in her direction. âI suspect sheâs set her cap at him.â Mr. Tallboys chuckled. âShould be amusing to watch.â
Sophie set down her spoon and turned to look at Tallboys. âAmusing? Why is that?â She had no right to be angry at Banallt, but she was. Why should it matter to her if he embarked on a sure-to-result-in-scandal affair? âI should think with his reputation she should have no trouble whatever.â
âAh,â Mr. Tallboys said. The smile faded from his eyes. âI daresay youâre right. But I think all the same she will not succeed.â
âWhy not? Sheâs quite a lovely woman. Why, sheâs even a blonde.â
âTrue.â He chuckled. âIn the event, Mrs. Evans, Lord Banallt has been notoriously hard to catch since he was recalled from Paris.â
Sophie lifted her eyebrows, looking at the earl and Lady Harpenden. Banalltâs eyes slid away from her. Had he been watching her?
âFrom what Iâve heard,â Tallboys continued, âheâs not been interested in any particular woman this last century.â He shrugged. âAlthough...â
âAlthough?â
âThe rumor is that heâll marry Miss Llewellyn.â She did not have a good view of Miss Llewellyn from her seat.
âRumor seems to follow him,â she murmured, turning her attention to the gentleman on her left. She passed the remainder of the meal refusing to look in Banalltâs direction. Eventually, the ladies left the men in possession of the table and returned to the salon, where Sophie discovered she liked Banalltâs cousin, Mrs. Llewellyn, a great deal. She was a sensible woman. And Miss Fidelia Llewellyn was breathtaking. If the talk was true, she wasnât Banalltâs usual sort. She was beautiful, no denying that. Sophie had never heard his name connected with any woman who wasnât, but she was plainly a lady.
The arrival of guests who had not been invited to dine increased the noise level in the parlor considerably, despite the fact that the gentlemen had still not yet come in. The news
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