Free Sprig Muslin by Georgette Heyer

means becoming in you!" said her father severely. "These dawdling and languid airs are enough to give Ludlow a disgust of you."
    "Now, don't fidget the girl!" recommended Mr. Theale. "Ten to one, Ludlow won't notice she ain't in spirits, because what with you in one of your distempered freaks, and Widmore looking as sulky as a bear, he'll have enough to frighten him off without looking at Hester. In fact, it is just as well I took it into my head to visit you. You can't deny I'm a dashed sight better company than the rest of you."
    The Earl's retort was cut short on his lips by the opening of the double-doors into the saloon.
    "Miss Smith!" announced the butler, in the voice of one heralding disaster. "Sir Gareth Ludlow!"
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    "Eh?" ejaculated the Earl, in a sort of bark, wheeling round, and staring with slightly protuberant eyes at the vision on the threshold.
    Amanda, colouring deliciously under the concentrated scrutiny of so many pairs of eyes, lifted her chin a little. Sir Gareth went forward, saying easily: "How do you do? Your servant, Lady Widmore! Lady Hester!" He took the cold hand she had mechanically stretched out to him, lightly kissed it, and retained it in his. "May I present Miss Smith to you, and solicit your kindness on her behalf? I have assured her that she may depend on that. The case is that she is the daughter of some old friends with whom I have been staying, and I engaged myself to conduct her to Huntingdon, where she was to be met by some relations. But either through a misunderstanding, or some mishap, no carriage had been sent to meet her there, and since I could not leave her in a public inn, there was nothing for it but to bring her here."
    Every vestige of colour had drained away from the Lady Hester's cheeks when she had looked up to perceive the lovely girl at Sir Gareth's side, but she replied with tolerable composure: "Of course! We shall be most happy." She drew her hand away, and went to Amanda. "What a horrid predicament! I am so glad Sir Gareth brought you to us. I must make you known to my sister-in-law, Lady Widmore."
    Amanda raised her brilliant eyes to Lady Hester's gentle gray ones, and suddenly smiled. The effect of this upon the assembled gentlemen caused Lady Widmore's already high colour to deepen alarmingly. Mr. Theale, who had been regarding the youthful beauty with the eye of a dispassionate connoisseur, sighed soulfully; the Earl's indignant stare changed to one of reluctant admiration; and Lord Widmore was moved to adjust his neckcloth, throwing out his narrow chest a little. However, as he caught his wife's fulminating eye at that moment, he was speedily recalled to a sense of his position, and altered a somewhat fatuous smile to a frown.
    "An awkward situation indeed!" agreed Lady Widmore, subjecting Amanda to a critical scrutiny. "But you have your abigail with you, I must suppose!"
    "No, because she fell ill, and, besides, there was no room for her in the curricle," replied Amanda, with aplomb.
    "In the curricle?" exclaimed Lord Widmore, looking very much shocked. "Driving with Ludlow in a curricle, without some respectable female to chaperon you? Upon my soul! I do not know what the world is coming to!"
    "Now, don't talk like a nick-ninny, Cuthbert!" begged his uncle. "Damme if I see what anyone wants with a chaperon in a curricle! If it had been a chaise, it would have been another matter, of course."
    "If Miss Smith was travelling in Sir Gareth's charge, sir, she had no need of her abigail to take care of her," interposed Hester, her tone mildly reproving.
    "No," said Amanda gratefully. "And I had no desire to go with him, either, and am very well able to take care of myself!"
    "You have had your hands full, I collect!" Lady Widmore said, putting up her sandy brows at Sir Gareth.
    "Not at all!" he retorted. "I have had a charming companion, ma'am!"
    "Oh, I don't doubt that!" she said, with a laugh. "Well, child, I suppose I