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hazel eyes and non de script features. With his unassuming manner, he exuded a feeling of tranquil common sense.
    â€˜You are a clergyman, sir?’
    â€˜A most fortunate one. I was a scholar, with little hope of advancement, then my godfather secured me the patronage of an old friend of his and I find myself with the most delightful country parish. It will be lonely at first, I have no doubt, to be a bachelor rattling around in a large vicarage.’
    Julia murmured something polite, her mind racing. Was Mr Smyth, on the strength of two minutes’ conversation, telling her that he was available? Surely not.
    â€˜Perhaps, if I were to find your chaperone, we could be properly introduced?’ he asked. ‘I have hired a horse and curricle for the duration of my stay: you might care to take a drive one afternoon?’
    He is! Oh my goodness, one party and I have already met a respectable gentleman who is interested in me! Mama will be so pleased.
    â€˜That would be most pleasant,’ she said, smiling. ‘Thank you. Lady Geraldine Masters or, if she is not free, Lady Marriott.’
    She watched his well-tailored back as he left the gallery, contrasting his re strained neatness with a certain flam boy ant gentleman. There was no comparison, of course, and no doubt which a respectable young lady of modest means should be associating with, she thought with a certain wistfulness.

Chapter Three
    H al had the reputation of never losing his temper. It was a valuable characteristic, whether on a battlefield, in a gaming hell or looking down the barrel of a duelling pistol. He reminded himself of it, while his friends ragged him about his assignation with Mrs Horton.
    â€˜So you can’t describe her boudoir?’ Captain Grey said, pushing the bottle across the table to Jameson.
    The major caught it as it rocked perilously. ‘Too caught up in the toils of passion to notice, old chap?’
    â€˜You must recall something,’ Will wheedled. ‘Don’t be a spoil sport, Carlow. Mirrors on the ceiling? Silken drapes? Golden cords? A bath with swan-headed taps?’
    â€˜I cannot describe it, because I have not been in it,’ Hal said, taking a swig of claret.
    â€˜What?’ The captain’s chair legs hit the ground with a thump. ‘But we saw you, last night. Damn it, the way you were looking at each other, you might as well have called the town crier in to announce what you’d be doing later.’
    â€˜I changed my mind.’ Hal stretched out and took hold of the bottle, just as Major Jameson reached for it again.
    â€˜You changed your mind? Bloody hell.’ Grey stared at him. ‘Are you sickening for something?’
    â€˜No. Are we going to the Literary Institute, or not?’
    â€˜We’re not moving until we hear why you didn’t stagger out of the luscious Barbara’s bedroom, weak at the knees after a night of passion,’ Jameson said, obviously fascinated. ‘Cards can wait.’
    â€˜I never stagger weak at the knees after a night of passion,’ Hal said. ‘I stride. Last night I changed my mind and, no, I do not intend telling you why.’
    â€˜My God,’ said Grey, awed. ‘She’ll be hissing like a cat this morning.’
    â€˜You are welcome to go and try putting butter on her paws, if you like,’ Hal suggested, making his friend blush and grin. ‘But naturally, I sent a note of apology.’
    â€˜Citing what reason, exactly?’
    â€˜Pressing military duties.’
    They subsided, agreeing that even Lady Horton would be placated by such an irrefutable excuse under the present circum stances. Lieu tenant Hayden, silent up to this point while he demolished the remains of the fruit tart and cream, looked up, his chubby face serious. ‘Turning over a new leaf, Carlow? New Year’s resolution or something?’ The others laughed at him, but he just grinned amiably. ‘I know,