She found the little parlour illuminated by candles on the mantelpiece and a branched candlestick on the table, where Daniel was sitting before a mouth-watering array of dishes. He rose as she entered the room.
‘Miss Wythenshawe!’
‘I came in search of supper…’
He pulled up a chair.
‘There is more than sufficient here for the both of us, if you would care to join me. Sit down and I will send for another plate and glass.’
In two strides he was at the door, calling for the waiter. She heard the rumble of voices in the passage before Daniel returned.
‘Our host has promised to lay a cover for you immediately. It should not take more than a few minutes.’
‘I am interrupting your meal…’
‘Not at all,’ he said politely. ‘I have only just begun and will now wait until you can join me. Will you not sit down?’
Kitty moved over to the chair he was holding for her and sat down with a quiet word of thanks. Daniel resumed his own seat and silence filled the room.
At last Kitty said, ‘You have not told us, sir, why you were travelling this way. This is not on your route back to Town.’
He looked down at the table, intent upon straightening his knife and fork.
‘I overheard your coachman talking. It seemed pretty clear that he did not think Leaconham would be fit to travel: I thought you might need assistance.’
The entry of a serving maid caused a diversion and they watched silently while she laid another place at the table. When they were alone again Daniel poured Kitty a glass of wine.
‘Will you take a little of the lamb?’ he asked her. ‘It is very good. You will note I have not ordered the oysters.’
Kitty chuckled.
‘We both know they were not the cause of Lord Leaconham’s malaise.’ She sighed. ‘Poor Garston. Poor Godmama! I doubt she has seen her son in that condition before.’ He made no reply. Kitty put down her glass. ‘I know you think him weak and foolish. After all he knew we were coming back this way to collect him, but have you no compassion at all? No, obviously not.’ She bit her lip, then said with difficulty, ‘I beg your pardon, that is unjust. You have shown great kindness in following us to this place.’
He looked across the table and held her gaze.
‘My opinion of Leaconham is not high. The man may go out and drink himself into oblivion every night for all I care, but to do so knowing that he was needed to escort two ladies back to Town, I find that foolish and irresponsible.’
‘You are right, of course. Which makes it all the more generous of you to look after us.’
‘I am not doing this for Leaconham, nor for your godmother.’
Kitty caught her breath, wondering if she had misunderstood him.
‘I do not deserve that you should be so kind to me,’ she said in a low voice. ‘Every time we meet I am impolite to you.’
The corners of his mouth lifted a fraction.
‘You certainly like to remind me of my place.’
There was a heartbeat’s pause before she spoke again.
‘I made an assumption about you on that first morning we met. I was wrong. I beg your pardon.’
‘And I beg your pardon for reacting as I did,’ he said. ‘Will you cry friends with me now?’
Kitty looked up to respond and found him smiling at her. Once again she was aware of her heart behaving erratically. Like a wild bird in panic, fluttering against its cage. The first time it had happened she had thought it the result of fear and alarm, because she had been trapped in his arms as he carried her through the mud. Here in this candlelit room there was no such danger.
Was there?
‘F-friends?’ she managed to say. ‘Yes, of course.’
She lowered her eyes and fixed her attention upon her plate. Nerves had diminished her appetite, but her companion’s quiet good manners did much to calm her. He wasted no time on small talk, but proved himself a considerate host, serving her himself and encouraging her to partake a little of each dish. She declined the roasted pigeon but managed to eat a little of the lamb and a few French beans, and by the time she had finished her glass of wine she was feeling much more relaxed and able to enjoy a small portion of gooseberry syllabub. She even accepted a small glass of Madeira wine.
‘I hope you do not suspect me of trying to make you drunk?’ said Daniel as he refilled her glass.
‘No. I know you now for a gentleman.’
His brows went up, but at that moment the servant returned to clear the table, and he said merely, ‘Shall we move over to the window? The armchair there will be more comfortable for you.’
Kitty hesitated. She was suddenly aware that she and Daniel were alone, and the chair he indicated was well away from the candles’ golden glow.
‘I should perhaps retire.’
‘Are you weary?’
‘No.’ The blood was singing through her veins. She felt more like dancing than sleeping. ‘No, not at all.’
‘Then sit with me for a while. After all, your godmother has accepted my protection for you both. And you yourself said I was a gentleman.’
The glint of amusement in his eyes as he said this made Kitty laugh and did much to ease the tension. She sank down into the cushioned armchair and sipped at her wine. He carried a chair across from the table and placed it opposite her.
‘I am not at all high in the instep, you know,’ she said as he sat down.
‘You surprise me, Miss Wythenshawe.’
‘No, really. Before, I would have mistaken your tone for condemnation but now I know you are teasing me, are you not?’ she looked up a trifle anxiously. ‘I think I have given you a false impression, and…and would like to explain, if I may.’ She wrapped her hands around her glass and braced herself for a confession, thankful for the dim light. ‘You see, I am…not rich.’
She looked up, waiting for his reaction. He said mildly, ‘I am not sure Harworth knows that.’
‘Perhaps he is not aware of my exact circumstances.’ She blushed. ‘Godmama suggested we should not give out such information too freely. I doubt if she would approve of my telling you so much.’
‘You do not need to disclose anything further, Miss Wythenshawe—’
‘But I want to!’ she said quickly. ‘I thought it might help you to understand why, why I acted as I did. Why I was so rude to you when we first met.’
‘Very well. If you wish to talk, I will listen.’
She paused, gathering her thoughts.
‘I was very excited by the thought of coming to London. The gown I was wearing the day we met was a new one. It was my only walking dress. At that time I did not know Lady Leaconham, that she would buy me another gown and positively shower me with gifts and clothes. She is so very, very generous. I was nervous, you see: so eager to make a good impression when I arrived in London that I am afraid I quite forgot my manners on the journey.’ She looked up suddenly and said with spirit, ‘You will admit, sir, that you were extremely dirty!’
‘I cannot deny it. I had spent a night on the moors, in the rain.’ He spoke gravely, no hint of a smile, but she perceived the softening of his look.
‘I thought you very ill mannered, and I was afraid that…contact with you would make my gown dusty.’
His lips twitched.
‘I did much more than that, and I am very sorry for it.’
She waved aside his apology.
‘If I had not been so uncivil to you—! I was puffed up with conceit, as if I had been a very fine lady, which I am not.’ She settled into her chair, determined on a full confession. ‘If you will allow me to explain: Mama is the widow of a gentleman, a very good man, but unfortunately a series of ill-judged investments meant that when he died suddenly, poor Mama was left with almost nothing and we were obliged to live with my aunt in Fallridge.’ She held up her head and added, a hint of defiance in her voice, ‘Mama and Aunt Jane earn a living with their sewing.’
‘Very commendable,’ remarked Daniel.
‘Yes, it is,’ agreed Kitty. ‘Mama used all her savings to ensure that I had an excellent education and that I learned all the accomplishments a young lady might require—dancing, singing, playing the pianoforte. I speak French excellently and know a smattering of Italian—’
He put up his hand to stem this recital.
‘I have not been in Town very long, Miss Wythenshawe, but I know that many young ladies get by with far fewer accomplishments.’
‘Yes, but they have dowries,’ replied Kitty drily. ‘It is much easier to find a husband if one has a fortune.’
Daniel settled himself back in his chair.
‘Is that why you came to London, Miss Wythenshawe, to find a husband?’
‘Yes. Mama taught me how to make my curtsy to a duke or to an earl, to hold my fan just so and how to address everyone, from a duchess to a dairymaid.’ She took another sip of her wine. The sweet nutty flavour of the Madeira was very pleasant and she was beginning to feel a warm glow spreading through her. ‘Everything, you see, to make me fit to marry a lord. It has been my dream since I was a very little girl.’
‘I fear you are aiming at the moon, Miss Wythenshawe.’
She put up her chin.
‘Perhaps, but I have been given this opportunity and I must make the most of it.’
‘Of course.’