Free The Nonesuch by Georgette Heyer Page B

saw who had interrupted me,’ he retorted audaciously.
    ‘But you don’t know who I am!’
    ‘Oh, yes, I do. Diana!’
    ‘No, I’m not!’ she said innocently. ‘I’m Tiffany Wield!’
    ‘Tiffany! How pretty! But you make me remember an old poem: Queen and huntress , chaste and fair – though I rather fancy it was about the moon, not the goddess. But I know the title is To Diana ,and the refrain, or whatever it’s called, is Goddess , excellently bright ! So – !’
    ‘I don’t think I ought to listen to you,’ she said demurely. ‘After all, sir, we haven’t been regularly introduced yet!’
    ‘There’s no one to perform that office for us,’ he pointed out. ‘Do you care for such stuff?’
    ‘No, not a scrap, but my aunt thinks I should! And also that I should never converse with strange gentlemen!’
    ‘Very true!’ he answered promptly. ‘May I present Lord Lindeth to you, Miss Wield? – he is most anxious to make your acquaintance!’
    She gave a trill of laughter. ‘How do you do? How absurd you are!’
    ‘I know – but what else was to be done in such a case? I was afraid you would gallop away!’
    ‘So I shall – if you will be so very obliging as to pick up my whip for me, sir!’
    He did so, but stood holding it. ‘I’m tempted to keep it from you!’
    She held out her hand. ‘No, please!’
    He gave it to her. ‘Only funning!’ It struck him that it was strange that so young and lovely a girl should be quite unattended, and he said, glancing about him in a puzzled way: ‘Is no one with you, Miss Wield? Your groom, or – or –’
    ‘No one! It’s so stuffy to have a groom at one’s heels! Do you think it very improper?’
    ‘No, indeed! But if anything were to happen – some accident –’
    ‘I’m not afraid of that!’ She shortened the bridle. ‘I must go now. Thank you for coming to my rescue!’
    ‘Oh, wait!’ he begged. ‘You haven’t told me where you live, or when I shall see you again!’
    ‘I live at Staples – and who knows when you will see me again?’ she replied, her eyes glinting down into his. ‘I’m sure I don’t!’
    ‘Staples,’ he said, committing it to memory. ‘I think I know – oh, I should have told you that I’m at Broom Hall, with my cousin, Waldo Hawkridge! Yes, and we are to dine at the Manor the day after tomorrow – some sort of a party, I believe! Shall I see you there?’
    ‘Perhaps – perhaps not!’ she said mischievously, and was off before he could demand a more positive answer.

Five
    Lord Lindeth, who had greeted with disapprobation the news that he was to be dragged out to a dinner-party, returned to Broom Hall after his encounter with Miss Wield in quite a different frame of mind. The first thing he did was to run through the various visiting-cards which had been bestowed upon his cousin; the next was to burst into the library, where Sir Waldo was frowning over his deceased cousin’s rent-books, demanding: ‘Waldo, are you acquainted with anyone called Wield?’
    ‘No, I don’t think so,’ replied Sir Waldo, rather absently.
    ‘Do pay attention!’ begged Julian. ‘From Staples! Isn’t that the place with the wrought-iron gates, beyond the village? They must have called, but I can’t find any card!’
    ‘Presumably they haven’t called, then.’
    ‘No, but – Of course, the name might not be Wield: she spoke of her aunt ,and I suppose – But there’s no card bearing that direction that I can find!’
    Sir Waldo looked up at this, a laugh in his eye. ‘Oho! She ?’
    ‘Oh, Waldo, I’ve met the most ravishing girl!’ disclosed his lordship. ‘Now, think! Who lives at Staples?’
    ‘Miss Wield, I collect.’
    ‘Yes, but – Oh, don’t be so provoking! Surely you must know who owns the place.’
    ‘I can see not the smallest reason why I must know – and I don’t.’
    ‘I wish you may not have lost the card! You would suppose her uncle must have called, wouldn’t you?’
    ‘Well, I