the_comfortable_courtesan

It was a fine bright brisk early autumn day, as Lady Jane Knighton leant against the fence of the cow pasture next to Artie Demington and was exceedingly gratified by his opinion of the herd at Knighton Hall! That young man’s opinions on the matter were worth something – not just from the reputation of the Pockinford herd, but due to this fine work he was doing to improve agrarian matters more generally.

Was indeed, endeavouring to persuade Lady Jane to attend some of their convocations concerning bovine matters and in particular dairying.

Why, she said, looking down at Lord Demington, for that squab young fellow was a deal shorter than herself, should hesitate to present myself in such company – developed my ideas while taking care of matters at Nitherholme as a young woman – had to find some occupation –

The cows – the dairy – her herb-garden – the stillroom –

For she had found it somewhat of exile.

O, she had quite seen that quiet and country air were an entire necessity for dear Grace – when it could no longer be denied that consumption crept upon her –

But also that did they remain in Town, Grace became less and less inclined to go into Society, and took a considerable resentment did Jane do so, and there were jealous scenes.

So her father’s proposal that she should take up the reins at Nitherholme had come very apt, and there had been no allusions to the whispers of scandal about Society, but that did she do so, 'twould be a healthfull retreat for Cousin Grace.

And there had still been music, and reading the classics, and their warm companionship –

Grace had been wont to remark that they were all in all to each other.

That was somewhat that sounded fine and romantical, until one had had the experience of a volatile and light-hearted creature that lived for the theatre, and did not love Jane the less because she also loved the stage. And did not foster grudges and resentments.

Dearest Amelia, that had quite exhorted her to go down into Hampshire for a few days with the Demingtons – la, my dear, here I have the new season beginning, I shall be in entire turmoil and doubtless at the theatre until all hours. And arranging a tribute to dear Jenkins, as a benefit for the Helena Fund –

So Jane had kissed her beloved, and agreed that it was entirely the primest time to take a jaunt to Knighton Hall and talk cows with young Demington, and she dared say Lady Demington had some matters of philanthropy to convoke about, and that would be entirely agreeable.

She turned to Artie, that was still admiring the cows, and offered that he might care to take a look at the dairy? Alas, due to a rheumatick shoulder she was no longer able to churn butter herself, but she continued to keep all matters under hand.

They walked to the dairy, where he praised its construction as ensuring a fine coolness – and how most exemplary clean everything was, that was quite the great desideratum in a dairy – had heard exceeding well of the cheeses they produced –

Indeed, she said with what she felt was justified pride, take prizes at the local fair – and remembered, so many years ago, dear Eliza Ferraby wondering that she did not send the fine cheeses she made at Nitherholme to the local fair. How she missed her.

You must, she said, take one home with you. And also, she added, some eggs. Let us go find Matty, that I am sure is with her poultry.

So they proceeded towards the hen-houses, that were positively palatial, and found there Martha Samuels inspecting her hens, while humming a little tune to herself.

O! she cried, Lord Demington! Lady Jane! You take me by surprize. Jacob and I recently dined at the Abertyldds, and they told us of the pretty Chicken Cantata that Zipsie Rondegate composed for Charley Abertyldd’s birthday, and after dinner had the little girls come in to sing their duet Cluck, Cluck, Cheep, Cheep. Is it not delightful?

She was entire happy to expatiate upon her poultry-keeping, and show Artie the construction of the hen-houses, before presenting him with a basket of eggs.

Dear Martha. What a fine friend – indeed, sister – she had become. The late Admiral had liked her most extremely – it had been quite the happiest thing when their Horrie and the Samuels’ Deborah had declared their mutual affection and desire to marry. So very suitable a match – Deb so fond of natural history and in particular the study of conchology, the ideal spouse for an officer in the Hydrographical Survey.

One sighed a little that they were so distant, and that letters took such a deal of a while to arrive.

Martha and Artie were having a fine convocation over poultry-keeping as they returned to the house. Artie praised Martha’s excellent volumes upon hens, but wondered whether she might indite somewhat simpler and shorter for farmwives and such that were not great readers?

What a very splendid notion – there are certain principles that one might lay out – I will consider over it.

Leaving the basket of eggs on the hall table, they paused for a moment before the memorial to Admiral Knighton – the portrait of him in uniform – his medals and commissions and letters of commendation – watercolours of several of his ships –

Before going into the parlour where Master Jonathan Saxorby was playing about the floor, with his mother keeping one eye upon him whilst also having her travelling desk open on her lap and giving attention to what one must suppose were various pressing matters of philanthropic business.

She looked up, saying forgive her for not rising! But did not wish to pitch these papers upon the floor now she had got 'em in some kind of order.

My dear Rachel, said Lady Jane, pray take the liberty to use my desk whilst you are here.

Rachel blushed at this mark of warmth and esteem and said that it was above and beyond kind. There was some muddle to do with the orphanage –

Lady Jane groaned. When is there not some muddle to do with the orphanage? I daresay there has been meddling with that excellent woman that is the Matron again.

Much of the like! Rachel giggled. The ladies must always be feeling that they are doing something.

They both sighed.

I will not bore you with the tiresome details, Rachel went on, I fancy I see my way through to resolve the brangle.

Lady Jane smiled. La, you are becoming quite the pattern of Lady Bexbury!

Rachel blushed even more deeply. One could not even aspire, she said.

Martha remarked that 'twas surely time for a refreshing cup of tea and went to ring the bell.

Jonathan came toddling over to grasp his father’s leg.

One could not quite, yet, forget how close he had come to being an orphan, even as one observed how very well Rachel was looking these days – Harrogate had worked quite the miracle. And Jane hoped that Dumpling Dora was not being exigeant about the young couple filling the nursery, though perchance the Pockinfords’ other troubles had distracted her? 

And on the matter of Dora Pockinford being somewhat distracted of late, were certain matters to do with several philanthropic enterprizes that Jane fancied 'twould be of the greatest usefulness to have some private convocation about with Lady Demington. So suggested that they might spend some time the following morn looking over business.

One saw that Rachel herself looked relieved at this, as if had been carrying certain burdens that would wish to share.

So after breakfast the following day, as Jacob Samuels and Artie Demington set off about various agrarian business on the estate, and Martha declared that nothing would be so congenial to her as to keep Jonathan entertained, Jane and Rachel foregathered in the former’s office.

There were various little things that did not go forward with the expedition that they might – this proposal for visiting oculists in parts where one might not yet go so far as to establish an optical dispensary tarried somewhat –

I take a little worry that Du – Lady Pockinford takes a little prejudice against the scheme because it was a notion of Aggie’s –

Jane snorted and said surely there was no theology or liturgical matter in optical science!

Quite, said Rachel, but – it is somewhat out of our commission the morn, but was somewhat I wished to open to you –

Jane raised her eyebrows and desired her to continue.

'Tis the way Dump – Lady Pockinford goes on with Thea – Lady Theodora. Will not let her visit Aggie, that is her sister, at St Wilfrid’s, because of Hughie’s leanings and the sisterhood in the parish, keeps her very close, can hardly bear her out of her sight –

I have certainly observed that at meetings lately – keeps Thea by her all the time, watches her quite like unto a hawk –

They both were a little overcome at this comparison of Dumpling Dora to a bird of prey!

The only liberty she concedes is that Thea may continue her singing lessons with Miss McKeown, provided she does so at the Rondegates – and goes straight home again – and I perchanced to encounter her there one day when I called on Zipsie about performing for drawing-room meetings.

She twisted her hands together. There is Thea, one of the meekest most filial creatures walking the Earth, but sure I fear the way she is cribbed cabined and confined, she will be climbing out of a window and making her way to a convent to take the veil.

Jane remarked did not Clorinda Bexbury have some acquaintance that was a nun? She might provide reassurance that they would not quite immediate take in young women presenting themselves willy-nilly on the doorstep.

Or do somewhat equally desperate.

Hmmm. 'Tis not entire improbable. I will consider over the matter. Now, let us turn to the affairs of the orphanage while we are still somewhat fresh –

She paused. Was there not some rumour that Fendersham, having been so wounded and deceived by the Wauderkell creature, had turned his eyes on Thea? Ogling her in company &C?

Rachel nodded. Is no longer hanging about the Pockinford household, but one has some concern still.

They sighed.

It seemed a civil family gesture for Rachel, Lady Demington, to take a parcel of fine ledgers and registers suited to the conduct of philanthropic business when she went call upon her sister-in-law Lady Agatha Lucas in St Wilfrid’s parish in the East End. For matters 'twixt Aggie and her mother were still a little chilly on account of Hughie’s Tractarian practices – encouragement of a sisterhood in the parish – sympathy with Thea’s leanings – so that their relations, when they met at drawing-room meetings or fancy bazaars for this or that good cause, remained somewhat distant and formal.

Surely one must suppose that Lady Pockinford secretly yearned over her grandchildren! from the way she doated upon Jonathan, that was not just because he was in the line of succession. No, one must fancy that she was provided with the intelligence of what healthy promising infants they were by her sister, Hughie’s mother. Rachel wondered whether Dumpling Dora might have dared the rituals and nigh Romish practices of St Wilfrid’s to see 'em was it not for His Lordship’s strictures.

Artie had sighed and said, he had hoped that this business with Simon might have softened his father a little, but it seemed to him that he showed rather harsher and more rigid since those disclosures.

She had been taken at once to the nursery by Aggie – that Rachel suspected was in expectation of another pledge, were she and Hughie intending to set an example of be fruitful and multiply? – and indeed the children were flourishing in spite of the unpromising situation of Hughie’s living. Though as he and Aggie would ever explain, 'twas by no means a slum parish – a few bad streets, certainly, but otherwise a suburb inhabited by the middling sort. Even so, during the summers they would send the children to Dr Lucas’s rectory in the country.

She tried not to look wistful, but after they had quit the nursery, she conceded to Aggie’s gentle interrogation – la, Aggie had come about to develop a deal of tact these days! – her consultation with Dr Ferraby and his verdict that she might safely venture upon motherhood once more. Aggie kissed her warmly, saying that of course little Jonathan was ever welcome to come visit his cousins, but there was nothing like brothers and sisters.

Aggie then said she had dispatched a little note to Sister Linnet, for she thought it advizable to have one of the good sisters hear about Rachel’s fine books for keeping charitable works in order, should be here very shortly. Let 'em go into the parlour and have a little family gossip until she arrived.

Rachel, throwing herself into a very comfortable chair – the Lucases did not practice any asceticism in that respect! – said that all heaved a sigh of relief that Lord Gilbert Beaufoyle had taken his congé and was bound for Paris. Mayhap Leah – and Inez – would cease to be under that enchantment and restored to sense.

Aggie wrinkled her nose and remarked that they had very likely wrecked their hopes.

Rachel shrugged. Well, here is Trelfer has a murder take place during a shooting party at Mellonby – not in the best of ton, even did he not commit it himself. Must lower his stock on the Marriage Market.

Rachel!

At this moment Sister Linnet was announced. Tea and a nice array of cakes were produced. There was a very agreeable discussion of stationery, and the ledgers, registers, &C, declared to be an entire boon to the good works that were going forward in the parish.

At the end of this a little silence fell. Aggie and Sister Linnet exchanged glances.

Do you, asked Aggie, ever see aught of Thea? She clasped her hands before her. We would not ask you to carry letters – doubtless she would feel that she must show 'em to Mama – but could we know that she is well – might you tell her that we think of her and are concerned about her –

Rachel wondered whether this was what her father-in-law would deem Jesuitical. But, indeed, one saw that Thea was suffering – bore up bravely, entirely the dutiful daughter – she fancied that Artie ever did his best to provide some alleviation to her lot – so she nodded and agreed that did she have occasion, she would convey this message to Thea, and see did she have any messages in return.

But 'twas not the easiest thing to manoeuvre! For at any meeting of philanthropic bodies there was Dumpling Dora kept Thea close by her side, very meek, with cast-down eyes.

Rachel wondered, with a grim inward grin, whether 'twas yet time to bring up the heavy artillery and go convoke with Lady Bexbury in the matter.

However, at last opportunity offered where she had not thought to look.

She understood that Zipsie Rondegate was – already! – in anticipation of a happy event, but one observed that she was past those early weeks of tiresome qualmishness and not yet heavily encumbered by her state, indeed, had seemed in very brisk spirits at that dinner party the Rondegates lately gave.

So surely it would not be an imposition to go enquire whether Lady Rondegate might be persuaded to delight the company at certain forthcoming drawing-room meetings for good causes? She should not over-do, of course, but mayhap a pianoforte duet with Meg Knowles? or perchance she had some new composition of her own for violoncello or oboe –

When she arrived at the Rondegate Belgravia mansion she could hear the sound of music – dared say Zipsie would be give out not at home to callers – but no, she was bidden go up to the music-room, Her Ladyship would be delighted to see Lady Demington –

And, there in Zipsie’s music-room, Zipsie at the pianoforte, and Thea, looking livelier than Rachel had seen her this age.

They exchanged greetings, and it was explained that Thea had come for a singing lesson with Miss McKeown, that most unfortunate had woke up with what promised to be a cold, and had sent a note that she would not come today.

Rachel explained her own mission, and Thea folded her hands and looked a little sombre, saying she was a little surprized that Mama had not put her forward to perform yet.

Zipsie leant forward and patted Thea’s hand. Has been very dutiful entertaining Lady Pockinford’s guests with pretty songs –

Artie has said somewhat of that! But mayhap public performance, even for good causes, is somewhat different?

Thea made a wry mouth, and said she feared not. Dared say she was waiting upon a suitable occasion.

And Rachel knew how it would be. 'Twould not be ordering, but pleading – a quivering lip – mayhap the hint of tears – no raised voice – very hard to deal with! There were those said Lady Jane Knighton was brusque – the word dictatorial had even been mentioned – but one might argue with her, and put one’s case, and she would listen. But there was no arguing with Dumpling Dora’s trembling lip!

She supposed that even His Lordship succumbed to that….

Thea straightened her back a little, gulped, and said, she came about to be less shy of performing, now she had the benefit of good teaching and working on her songs with Zipsie – one may keep one’s mind on what one is about –

Zipsie looked at her fondly. 'Tis an excellent fine voice – shows well for having proper training – very different style to my own –

Thea blushed.

'Tis an imposition, I daresay, but might I hear something?

Thea and Zipsie looked at one another and Thea went convoke with Zipsie at the pianoforte.

Really, Thea? Are you sure? Zipsie turned to Rachel. Pray do not go gossip upon this – Thea undertook these settings by the late Miss Billston as a great favour to Lady Jane, but one would not venture to perform 'em in company, since the works were by a pagan poetess. However, they are exceeding suited to Thea’s voice.

One quite saw that. A pity that she might not present them to a wider audience, but one could entirely foresee that it would be wigs on the green with the Pockinfords.

Charming! Rachel cried. A great pity that they must be hid under a bushel, but one quite sees why. But I should not linger –

Indeed we would not detain you from the pursuit of good works! said Zipsie.

– however, before I go, would wish to communicate to Thea that Aggie and Sister Linnet were asking after her when I was lately over at St Wilfrid’s to have some discourse with Aggie about their philanthropic schemes –

Thea’s eyes filled with tears and for a moment she resembled her mother, that otherwise she did not greatly take after. O, she said, o, I do miss 'em – are they well? How do matters go in the parish?

So Rachel was obliged to say somewhat of that, and to take various messages for the next time she saw Aggie, as Zipsie put an arm around Thea and handed her a handkerchief. There was little more one could do, alas, than convey these assurances of affection.

Well, that was her commission put on hand. After taking her leave Rachel walked out into the square, and was reminded that 'twas no distance at all to the fine Grigson residence, and she might at least leave her card on Lady Lucretia.

She went up to the Grigsons’ door, and handed the butler her card, and was assured that Lady Lucretia was at home.

Rachel fancied that still being in mourning for that unlamented oaf of a brother of hers, Lady Lucretia was glad of any company that might call and provide somewhat in the way of diversion. She also took the thought that the lady was lavishly provided with pin-money by her exceedingly wealthy spouse and might be persuaded to make contributions to Rachel’s good causes! One might conceal that pill of prudence within a budget of more general gossip.

Indeed, Lady Lucretia showed most exceeding welcoming – and tea came with a magnificent display of Miriam Roberts’ skills – as Rachel sat down and looked about the very elegantly appointed parlour. Really, in excellent good taste – nothing vulgar –

After conversation that included the usual speculation over the Chellow murder, Lady Lucretia lowered her eyes, cleared her throat, and said, one heard that Trelfer had been making suit to Lady Demington’s sister?

Nothing, said Rachel, at all settled: as it dawned upon her that here was Lady Lucretia about matchmaking for her brother, the new Talshaw, Well, from what one heard, there could be no objections on Leah’s side.

Cecil, Baron Rondegate, had of course put up dear Cuthbert for the club. His friend had expressed certain qualms over this proceeding, for in the course of their new, and exceedingly delightful, association, he had revealed the dark history of his relations with Saythingport. One had certainly already gleaned a somewhat adverse impression of that nobleman from various things Zipsie had let drop that she had learnt through this new friendship with Lady Lucretia.

One might have had more concerns, but Cecil had become aware that there was somewhat that one could only term a coup in progress against Saythingport’s undue influence in the club, that all were grown extreme weary of. Furthermore, between his attempts to introduce the late Talshaw into Society, and his death and the elevation to heir of his rather neglected brother, Saythingport had been very much the absentee for a considerable number of months.

Had been no difficulty in obtaining proposals for Mr Davison! Sallington had been only too happy to subscribe his name. Chumball was not of the same college, but had a fellow-Oxford chap’s comradely feeling. There had been no objections among the committee – Colonel Adams, indeed, one fancied was like to become an immense bore over Mogul court poetry!

Here he came now – Cecil and Cuthbert having enjoyed an agreeable evening’s amorous sport, they were now indulging in a glass or so of the club’s very fine sherry and observing the company.

Several fellows about seeking racing tips from Offerton – Tom Tressilian giving an impromptu demonstration of some new part to a rapt audience – Franz Hahn playing some agreeable melody on his flute –

Came through the door like unto the Demon King in the pantomime Lord Saythingport.

Cecil felt Cuthbert reach out to clutch his arm with a trembling hand.

Everybody continued rather more consciously at whatever they were about, as Sir Stockwell Channery emerged from the office with, one could only say, all flags flying, guns mounted for action: for a fellow that had spent his entire career behind an Admiralty desk, quite embodying the Nelson spirit.

Oh, magnificent! He was confronting Saythingport over unpaid dues! A terrier fronting a mastiff – several reminders – have had no response – realized Saythingport’s sad loss –

Endeavours to hide sceptical expressions around the room.

– but this had gone on for some several months – could hardly approach His Lordship’s man of business –

Sallington had taken the cigarillo from his lips and was observing the tableau with appreciation – mayhap it reminded him of some painting? It certainly had a dramatic, mayhap even operatic, quality.

Maurice Allard lifted his glass of gin in what looked very like a gesture of toasting.

Saythingport was glaring like Medusa at Sir Stockwell and saw none of the more general reactions.

Do you, said Sir Stockwell, come into the office where we may settle these affairs.

Saythingport thrust abruptly past him into the office. Sir Stockwell, shaking his head, went in and closed the door.

Should one, Julius Roberts ventured, go see is Asterley anywhere about the premises? I fear His Lordship is on the brink of an apoplexy.

Does he not, said Sir Hartley Zellen, that had but lately emerged into the common chamber, violently set about Sir Stockwell.

With a heaving sigh, Allard drained his gin, and pushed himself away from the wall against which he was leaning. La, 'tis time to go mediate.

And no-one, Cecil realized, considered it all peculiar, that there was Allard, dusky molly modiste of humble origins, that the tale gave out had first entered the club for hire, went play the diplomat in this circumstance.

Hmmm, murmured Sallington very sotto voce, I wonder does he go remind His Lordship that even a peer of the realm may be violently set upon in a dark alleyway one night?

Came down the stairs from the upper chambers Geoffrey Merrett and Dr Asterley. All were immediately eager to inform 'em of the goings-on.

Asterley smirked. Fancied that Saythingport had not been able to gratify his carnal passions these several months – in his situation could not even go quarrel with the Delgado, that might provide some relief to his feelings – and it broke out thus.

Adams mentioned the way things were with bull elephants – went quite mad in their mating lust – had seen things in Bengal –

The office door opened and all went look very engaged in assorted conversations and not at all attentive to what came forth there. That was Maurice Allard civilly conducting His Lordship towards that part of the club where he might find his pick among the young fellows that were agreeable to exchange their bodies for suitable remuneration.

Sallington whistled. I see you have the right of it, Asterley.

Sir Stockwell emerged looking quietly gratified at this turn of events, and signalled to one of the footmen for a glass of brandy.

I think, murmured Cecil to Cuthbert, you would be entirely the better of the like yourself –

But, lo, there was Sallington already about the matter! Brandies all round – and the good old brandy, too.

Asterley conceded that 'twas entirely an appropriate restorative after this upheaval. And did anyone know who was Saythingport’s physician? One would not venture to prescribe for another’s patient, but he had observed certain troubling signs –

Merrett snorted and remarked that sure, nothing but temper!

The fits of temper do not help – may not be quite the case of the famed surgeon Hunter, that declared that he was at the mercy of any fellow that put him in a temper, on account of the condition of his heart –

Roberts said, looking at Merrett, suppose one knew that, and provoked a fit of temper, would there be a case for murder?

Merrett responded that that was a very interesting question – one would have to prove that the person precipitating the outbreak was apprised of the likely consequences –

The discussion soon drifted to the interesting question of the demise of Mortimer Chellow and the disappearance of Blatchett. Did anyone hear aught from MacDonald?

It had been, Cecil thought the next morning, a rather more dramatic evening than he had anticipated when intending a quiet rencontre with Cuthbert – maybe a glass or so with Sallington and Roberts – &C.

Zipsie, at the breakfast table, was looking exceeding well. He went to kiss her before going to the sideboard to help himself and to enquire was there anything he might serve her with?

Why, I will take a kipper.

It was agreeable to have a wife that was not fussily fastidious over her food, that there had been – was – far too much of with his mother.

And how was your evening? he enquired.

Zipsie wrinkled her nose. I fancy my cousins have a very exalted notion of their consequence! I daresay they were the entire belles of every assembly in Hereford, and maybe Worcester as well, and they are well-enough looking – nothing to object to in their singing –

O, Zipsie, is that what one calls damn with faint praise?

She grinned. Pleasing enough voices – not badly trained but can certainly improve – but by no means to compare with Thea! And I fear do not realize the privilege 'tis to have fittings with Miss Thomasine at Mamzelle Bridgette. Well, I daresay they will come round to see the way things are in Town.

They addressed themselves to the delicate matter of dissecting the kippers in silence for a while.

Buttering a muffin, and then lavishly anointing it with Roberts and Wilson’s Prime Seville Marmalade, Cecil enquired whether she had thought any further about their proposed dinner-party?

O, indeed! have sent out invitations to the Grigsons, the Geoffrey Merretts, the Demingtons, the Robert Wallaces and Lord and Lady Samuels. I fancy that will make up a nice company. Am still pondering upon an evening-party for my cousins – she sighed – but it must be done.

And poor Ollie! they are quite determined that 'tis entirely his cousinly duty to be their escort upon all occasions – and here is Grandda wanting to send him about this and that matter to Heggleton – and Ollie himself yearning for the organ at St Wilfrid’s – they deem Folly too young and he is entire happy to return to Cambridge – he is quite beleaguered.

But, dear husband, I hope you have no pressing engagements this afternoon, for I have a rare treat in prospect – Lydy Marshall brings her sister Clo about this matter of mayhap adapting my little Fox in the henhouse song for her purposes.

That was an encounter not to be missed! And indeed he had no urgent matters upon hand and could well spend the day at home.

The Marshall sisters were both very proper-dressed for an afternoon call – well, did one consider the matter, one did not suppose Clo Marshall went about all day in the costumes she wore for her act! And very elegant-mannered. Indeed, one was quite used to that with Lydia, that played her harp in quite the highest circles – was received entirely as a friend by the Dowager Duchess of Humpleforth –

Cecil could not hold back from expressing his admiration for Miss Marshall’s talents in most enthusiastic fashion.

I daresay, she said with a little grin, I should nudge you in the ribs and say, Ow, give over, do! – that was the song that had first made her name – but indeed it is very gratifying to be complimented by a gentleman that is married to such a musician as Lady Rondegate.

Zipsie said, she fancied they should work a little at this matter of songs, and then she had desired the kitchen to prepare a most substantial tea.

So they went into the music-room, and Cecil observed that there was as 'twere somewhat of a freemasonry of the musical art 'twixt the three ladies as they went about the matter, and came to a very pleasing ditty that one saw Miss Marshall would present extreme effective.

And before tea she demonstrated several of her other songs – he observed Zipsie very delighted at these, and playing them over, and saying, she thought she saw the trick of how they had to be –

Miss Marshall remarked that one could always use fresh songs.

Zipsie looked at Cecil. One would be anonymous, of course –

What a prime proceeding, he said, one could have no objections at all. Here were other fellows had wives did fiddling fancywork. This was far superior.

She would not grow complacent yet, but Ginevra Frinton no longer felt constantly fretted over supporting their little household. No, they had now moved into a nicer more spacious house – could employ a girl to take a deal of the daily tasks from Ma’s hands – a woman to come in for the rougher work –

For it was not just that the Johnson Agency flourished and Mr Johnson was a generous employer, especial to what he called his inner cabal – Ginevra herself, that kept up the records of their cases as well as pursuing investigations when necessary, Solly that had a very fine insight into matters of finance, Tess Halloran, and Leda Hacker. That indeed gave some feeling of security!

But there was also this new departure of Carthew’s Select Stationery, that she had been brought in on. Had come into the hands of Mr Knowles as part of some business deal, very rundown and old-fashioned, but here he was seeing that it could be turned around and become flourishing. Had asked her at first to advize, from her understanding of the keeping of records, how one might devize ledgers and volumes suitable for various philanthropic bodies, and she had come along to having further notions for lines they might go into. And she had shares in the company.

Moreover, she was so much less worried about what would become of Walter. Here he was with a place at a very good school in the City, and had made excellent good friends, Mr Knowles’ son Adam, and his cousins the Ollifaunt boys Pip and Alec and TomTom, and becoming entirely part of their circles that included Sir Harry Ferraby’s family. So while Matt had ever said there would be a place for Walter in the agency, Ginevra was like to think that there would be other opportunities, besides his schoolmasters waxing very optimistic about his prospects of college.

Had not only managed to send Walter and Ma to Southend for several weeks over the summer, had contrived to spare a fortnight herself. And had offered to Lady Ollifaunt that perchance her boys might care to frolic by the sea? Had replied most exceeding gracious that her husband took the thought that 'twas perhaps time for Pip to understand somewhat of how elections got on, but it would be quite the kindest thing to have Alec and TomTom out of that turmoil.

Sure she had never anticipated, when she had been in such desperate case finding herself with child and deserted by that scoundrel, to find herself in such circumstance! Here she was, being admitted – at the front door! – to call upon Lady Demington, that shared her passionate fondness for stationery and keeping really good records of the various philanthropies she supported.

Ginevra was a little taken aback to discover that Lady Demington was not alone – but was in the company of another young matron, of around her own years, very stylish dressed.

That exclaimed, La, Rachel, here am I, new come to Town after doing the dutiful MP’s wife in Firlbrough, never thinking that of course you will be about your usual bustle!

Oh, poo, Scilla, this is a matter of friendly converse over notebooks and ledgers! Permit me to make known to you Miss Ginevra Frinton, of Carthew’s Select Stationery and the Matt Johnson Agency – I daresay in your new role you may well have requirements – Miss Frinton, Mrs Robert Wallace.

Ginevra dipped a small curtsey.

Mrs Wallace gave a little lopsided smile. Requirements of stationery or investigations?

Stationery, one hopes! said Lady Demington.

Ginevra cleared her throat and remarked that they had been commissioned to looking into certain accusations of corruption during the late election, but she had had naught to do with that. But on the matter of stationery, she had something to lay before Lady Demington – these little pocket diaries for ladies – with space for memoranda – several pages of useful information – will fit into reticules –

O, very prettily got up! cried Mrs Wallace, and just the kind of thing one needs. But I could certainly do with larger notebooks – Bobbie – Mr Wallace – and I are going to be obliged to give a deal of dinner parties and it would be very useful to keep a list of who we dined when and what we fed 'em –

Why, said Lady Demington, that is a prime notion – I daresay we shall be doing the like for Artie’s agricultural set –

Why not, suggested Ginevra, a nicely printed dining book? Guests on one page – menu vis-à vis – mayhap an index –

After she had taken some notes in her memorandum book about the likely requirements, she sat back with a cup of excellent good coffee and a scone, about to enquire about how the philanthropic set was getting on, when Mrs Wallace gave a little cry.

O, is it not the Johnson Agency that is about the matter of finding out the evidence concerning the bigamous wretch O’Neill?

Ginevra conceded that that they were, and had recently had hopeful intelligence concerning the arrival on these shores of very convincing evidence pertaining to his living wife, that was now residing in Chicago.

Mrs Wallace let out a groan.

Lady Demington leant over to pat her shoulder. Scilla, she explained, is the daughter of Lord Fendersham, that still tends a flame for Lady Wauderkell even did she leave him, not quite at the altar, to elope with O’Neill.

And we are in the greatest worry that he desires to show magnanimous and forgiving and to give her the shelter of his name &C&C, even after all the scandal there has been.

Quite like one of her own tales! remarked Lady Demington. But really, Scilla, is it not given out that she has returned to the Roman faith – goes seek refuge in a nunnery –

Ginevra was able to reveal that they knew somewhat of that – her Irish relatives had been seeking her, in order to settle some legal matters over their property in Cork – long to be reconciled – there is some antient suitor now a widower, has hopes –

Quite extraordinary! exclaimed Mrs Wallace. The most trying woman – horribly affected in her manner –

Ginevra shook her head and remarked that they saw a deal of how men could be beguiled, in the agency, and told 'em a few stories. Not, she added, that there are not also scoundrel men that go deceive women.

But, she said, speaking of the agency, 'twas high time she went there about her business.

When she re-entered there, she found young Dickie Smith being most meritorious diligent about cutting pieces out of the newspapers and preparing 'em to be pasted into the correct scrapbooks – ruffled his hair and said, was coming along! – and then went along to the wardrobe so that she might tell Tess about what Lady Demington and Mrs Wallace had been wearing.

Ah, said Tess, that was unmending certain garments for when presentation as a beggar was necessary to some investigation, daresay they go be dressed at Mamzelle Bridgette. Lady Wallace has been being dressed there time out of mind, would have made the introduction for her daughter-in-law.

Came in Leda Hacker, in her guise as a gypsyish character that went about backdoors selling lucky white heather: at the present moment to discover no very sinister matter but to establish whether the Potter-Welch Agency could be confident in sending servants to the household that the conditions would be entirely to the standard they expected. Desired to be made respectable once more – had appointments to go advize on being secure from ken-cracking –

As she was about the business of changing, there was a rap upon the door and Solly enquiring whether the ladies were in a state that he might enter. Leda smoothed down the skirts, addressed the buttons of the bodice, and Tess called to him to come in.

Important business! he said. Some fellow that looks exceeding Quality arrives wishing to speak to Matt on a delicate matter –

Tess asked when were they spoke to on any matter that was not delicate?

– and is Frinton here and able to come and sit quietly taking notes after bringing in a tray with the best glasses and the good brandy, for one sees that beneath the outward phlegmatic show proper to a gentleman the chap is in some agitation, would be glad could she bustle about it.

Ginevra nodded, went into the records room to pick up a notebook and pencil, that she tucked into her pocket, ensure that Dickie was still diligently employed, and take from the cupboard the requisite items of hospitality.

She conveyed these into Matt’s office, where he already had the gentleman – very sober dressed, with a black armband – ensconced in the comfortable chair beside his desk – and was assuring him that the agency was entire apprized of the necessity for discretion in the matters that were brought to 'em. Ginevra placed the tray upon the desk at Matt’s elbow, and went to sit in the quiet corner at the back of the room, drawing out her notebook as she did so.

Law! 'twas Sir Antony Chellow, the brother – half-brother – of that wretch Mortimer Chellow that had got himself murdered at Lord Trelfer’s estate very recently.

Indeed, he agreed, as Matt conveyed his condolences, he would be very glad to discover who had done the deed, but understood that was already in the hands of the authorities – being pursued with the majesty of the law – given out that Blatchett’s conduct displayed guilt –

No, that was not his mission here today.

He sighed, and took a positive gulp of Matt’s good brandy.

'Twas not an entire shock to me that my brother should come to a bad end – had been give to very detrimental courses – kept shocking poor company – my father had urged me to look after him but he was his own worst enemy –

After a good deal of rambling around the matter, that was entire common in such cases, he came to his point. He was in some worry that Mortimer Chellow had been involved in a deal of very hugger-mugger business – gaming-debts at best – feared there was worse – would be exceeding grateful for the Johnson Agency to look into his affairs in advance of any horrid revelations that might come out.

A very prudent thought!

Matt went about to find out what Sir Antony knew of Mr Mortimer’s affairs – less than he would have liked – had the address of his chambers close by St James – had been desired to resign from such clubs as he had been a member of –

Matt said that was a start and they would be about it.

Clorinda looked at her darling Leda across the breakfast table. Well, she said, here is a useful piece of intelligence that dear Sandy has been able to obtain from Blatchett’s man. The various items of vendable value that he was decked with when he went out a-riding the day on which poor Mortimer Chellow was discovered dead –

Poor Mr Chellow? Leda raised her eyebrows.

Well, one might have hoped that he would have come eventually to repentance – Clorinda pulled a pious expression – though, she went on, I fear 'twas exceeding unlikely. And shooting a fellow in the back is really considered quite the lowest ton, I apprehend.

She sighed. Sandy is like to suppose that did Blatchett intend flight, having departed so very precipitate, there might be some endeavour to pawn or sell his watch – his rings – a stick-pin – fob – or so –

A grin dawned on Leda’s face as she reached for the last pikelet and the mulberry preserve. Oho. And here is Larry Hooper on most excellent terms with one that might have connexions to discover further information.

I also wonder, she continued, lavishly buttering the pikelet, whether he would have sold the horse.

Hmm. Indeed we have here a very interesting problem, and I fancy Sandy is already a hound that lifts his nose to the scent and wishes pursue –

Leda nigh choked on her mouthful at the picture this conjured.

But indeed, I must apprehend that the forces of law take the matter under advizance – that no-one has commissioned an investigation –

After mopping her chin with the napkin, Leda remarked that she had had some design to go introduce young Dickie to Grigori, as a general matter of advancing his capacities about the agency, for he came on exceeding promising. So did she so, might just mention the matter to Grigori. 'Twould do no harm to have the business in hand.

Quite so. On the matter of the horse, I daresay Sandy will have already thought of placing advertizements in local newspapers –

They looked at one another with some satisfaction. Leda gulped down the last of her coffee and stood up. Must away to the agency – have a deal of much duller investigation to undertake, and advizing upon being safe from ken-cracking.

She went to kiss her beloved and nuzzle at her neck. Am desired to go call upon Dumaine this e’en – daresay he wishes to have Babsie go perambulate about the tables to keep an eye upon matters –

Very like! And I go dine very quiet and informal with the Grigsons, Lady Lucretia still being in mourning – I fancy the Rondegates may be there –

As Leda departed Clorinda felt the stirrings of all the various matters of Society that had been quiescent over the summer. For this shocking murder was one thing, but there was other business also on hand! – the matter of those vultures Lady Venchall and Mrs Bramby – a deal of little troubles here and there –

Certain young women from the country come to Town – Claudia Lucas to study at the Ladies’ College in Harley Street – Cissie Fairleigh-Merrett’s girls to be presented at Court and given a little polish by being taken about on the Season by her sister Lady Abertyldd –

Polly came in to clear the table and Clorinda went over to her desk. Her dear beloved desk that had been quite the finest and most thoughtful gift from dearest Josiah Ferraby, very out of the common way, when he had still been in the capacity of patron to the crack courtesan Madame Clorinda.

She took a little peep into the secret compartment that contained the miniatures of Flora as a child, and the letters from her beloveds in triangle, then closed it firmly and turned to the various matters of invitations that had already arrived, before she turned to the bothers of philanthropic business. All those must be dealt with before she might indulge her pen in inditing more on her tale of the French Revolution!

But she had only just commenced upon considering the Helena Fund, and whether one might do somewhat as a memorial to Hywel Jenkins – mayhap did she speak to dear Amelia Addington about some kind of special benefit performance? – when came in Hector saying, here was Mrs Nixon came calling, was Her Ladyship at home?

La, Hector, Hattie is one of my oldest friends, of course I am at home!

With a sigh she put aside the documents and closed the desk and went to sit by the fireplace, that at this still pleasantly mild season was adorned with a splendid arrangement of chrysanthemums. She knew the reason for Hector’s hesitation.

Hattie Nixon entered, crossed the room, and Clorinda stood to embrace her friend, that promptly burst into tears upon her shoulder. One quite appreciated that she displayed excellent ton in not displaying her grief at Hywel’s death in the presence of her husband – even had Nixon been long aware of her liaison with the actor – but it burst out thus whenever she came to see Clorinda. And mayhap 'twas the same when she saw Amelia?

She lifted her head, blew her nose and mopped her face. She sighed. Fie, I know 'twas a merciful release – however much dearest Amelia sought his counsel upon theatre matters, he was an actor, 'twas painful to him to no longer be able to tread the boards – but, so many years, I cannot help but feel it.

Quite so, my dear, 'twould be quite shocking did you not. Now, here comes Euphemia herself with coffee, and the cinnamon toast you particularly relish, quite hot and fresh.

These remedies applied, Hattie calmed down considerable, and in due course came around to disbursing her budget of gossip, for she still went to and fro and up and down gathering this.

O, do you say the Zellens have already come to Town?

Indeed so – have left young Hart in Cornwall looking after their business there – has lately married, the daughter of a neighbouring family. But Jack is come to Town to go study at this School for Mines, that the Prince Consort has established.

Sir Jacob has told me somewhat of that, is very impressed with the scheme.

Now, that was very material to a certain contrivance she had had in mind! Would go call on Honora Zellen this very day.

And Pockinford House is being furbished up, so I apprehend Dumpling Dora and the Earl will be coming to Town.

So philanthropic matters would soon be bustling! – Clorinda hoped that the Demingtons were also returned to Town, for Rachel Demington’s sound practicality was of great benefit in her mother-in-law’s schemes.

But the afternoon was consecrate to an entire different kind of philanthropy!

Yes, Lady Bexbury, Lady Zellen was entirely at home to her.

Honora Zellen rose from the sopha where she was idling leafing through The Ladies’ What-Not to come and kiss Clorinda. My dear! You are entire blooming! An agreeable summer I hope?

Clorinda agreed that to be the case, and heard that the Zellens had been celebrating a marriage?

Yes, Hart was at last wed – charming creature – old Cornish family – most suitable –

And one heard that Honora had some thoughts of traveling to Naples? For she had murmured about this upon hearing the intelligence that Verena, her youngest daughter – Lady Imbremere – that had reached that spot in her travels, was in a happy condition.

O, said Honora, as a tea-tray came in, have had the most sensible letter from Gussie. He considers that now Verena’s state is a little more settled, there can be no objection to traveling home – by easy stages – taking them gently – conditions so very greatly improved in these times –

One might quite understand that the heir to the Marquess of Offgrange would greatly prefer his first child to be born, was it not literally at Dambert Chase, at least on English soil with the attendance of British doctors and midwives!

Indeed, becomes almost a pleasurable jaunt these days! She sipped her tea and they exchanged a little idle gossip upon acquaintance.

Dear Honora. Still a very well-looking woman, even was she a grandmother several times over now. Had come to a most happy matrimonial concord with Sir Hartley after early difficulties – he patronized the discreet club for gentlemen of the disposition and she had conducted a series of genteel liaisons with younger men.

While the Zellens had long been part of their political set, Honora, unlike Susannah Wallace or Viola Mulcaster, was not a political lady. But what she was noted for was her understanding of Society and her ability to manage its expectations. There had never been any scandal. O, whispers that Cara – Adeline – Verena – were not Sir Hartley’s daughters – rumours there had been a fearful accident in one of his tin-mines – but he quite clearly doated on those lovely creatures – walked them to the altar – no, no scandal.

My dear, said Clorinda, I fancy you have no particular favourite at present?

Honora’s expression flickered as she said, la, perchance I should leave the fellows to the younger ladies.

Clorinda had surmized that Honora had approached very nigh the flames when Orlando Richardson had been the most acclaimed actor of the London stage and pursued by a very great number of ladies, many of whom one would never have previously been  suspected of such a course. And that she had taken the kinds of risks she had previously been careful to avoid.

Since then there had certainly been young fellows dangling about her – riding out beside her in the Park – squiring her at balls – but no special favourite.

Only, Clorinda went on, there is a young man of my acquaintance, unexpectedly fallen heir to a great title, is entirely the sort of chap that would benefit from association with a lady of your apprehension of correct ton. Need be no more than that – taking him up a little – polishing his manners – is a very pretty agreeable young fellow – Trembourne’s brother-in-law –

La, did I not see him at one of your soirées, must have been before his elevation? A scholar at Oxford? One could have no objection. I suppose mewed up in colleges they do not acquire any great experience of Society, 'twould be quite the charitable act to take him up.

Clorinda smiled. The contrivance was in hand.

Gillie Beaufoyle stood upon the roof of Mellonby, smoking one of his brother Essie’s horrid cigarillos, in a fearsomely bad mood. This was a nightmare. Like one of those dreams where he was trying to escape from some Gothic dungeon and just as freedom seemed in sight, he was back in the labyrinthine depths –

Would he ever manage to leave England? Here it was, had been, o, you may take a fortnight or so to see your family – visit friends, afore leaving for Paris – and then came the election, and it had seemed desirable to have quite the family show to support the various borough and county candidates in seats where there was a Mulcaster interest. And when that was concluded, to that most unsatisfactory result, here had come this matter of one going about discovering secrets in order to hold 'em hostage for remuneration.

That had turned out to be a desperate cast by Lady Gabrielle in her extremity, and it had only been perchance that she had uncovered Nottinge’s dark secret and had nothing to do with him having a position in the Foreign Office, but merely that he would pay up not to have it revealed about Society. And all the other instances had been matters of gambling debts – imprudent letters exchanged – souvenirs of illicit liaisons – pawning family jewels - &C.

With that clarified, he was in hopes that he might at last take his congé, but there had been this invitation Essie had already accepted to Mellonby, that he had agreed to when he had supposed that it might be material to unravelling the mystery. Would seem uncivil to cut, especial when Trelfer was manifesting such good ton, in the light of Lady Leah’s conduct over the past months, as to invite Gillie in the first place.

Really, he would be very glad indeed to cease being a cynosure among the ladies of Society! Not merely the younger set, that should be thinking of suitable marriages rather than making up to a younger son making his career in the Diplomatic, but certain married ladies had been quite embarrassingly flirtatious towards him.

And now, here he was embroiled in this imbroglio of Mortimer Chellow’s murder.

Baden-Baden, where he knew the Dowager Lady Trembourne – Rosy – was now undertaking covert work in the interests of the nation, might as well be the moon, he fumed.

Lord Gilbert, said a voice with the faintest trace of a Scots accent behind him. Might I desire a word or so?

He turned to face Alexander MacDonald, MA, that was known a very clever fellow indeed. Essie had quite insisted on desiring his presence here following the ghastly events that had occurred, and one saw that he was no stranger to disruptions of the even tenor of life. Had looked upon the situation quite in the same fashion as he contemplated a chess-problem.

Gillie nodded. Speak on, he said.

While, MacDonald began, certainly things look very black against Blatchett – his disappearance is very much against him – I am like to wonder whether, given Mr Chellow’s reputation, there were others in the company bore him any grudges.

Gillie smirked and said, aside from the Beaufoyles?

Quite so – you are both fortunate in your really excellent alibis. But while your continued presence in the Armoury – and that of Lords Trelfer and Elkington – is thoroughly well-attested, did the rest of the audience all remain there?

Gillie shrugged. How should I know? Was being besought to demonstrate certain weapons – to fight bouts –

Cool grey eyes gazed at him through spectacle lenses. And you did not have a very fine sense of where everybody was, where they were moving – ?

Of course he had. It was quite second nature to him.

He sighed and said, let him call up the recollection. Had been particular watchful, having some concerns that there might be one or another went to contrive some accident, that could be a serious matter with blades in question – or merely went play the fool with similar results. Or that one might have previously ensured that there was a pistol less harmless than supposed –

MacDonald raised his eyebrows. Extreme cautious, he remarked. Though also prudent. Certain of the guests, besides Frimleigh that you know of, had been victims of Rathe and his confederates. Have wondered how much Chellow knew of that business. Was known to frequent those circles – was not revealed as one of Rathe’s confederates – but one fancies him a fellow known to have a considerable acquaintance amongst pawnbrokers, moneylenders, &C –

He took out a small memorandum book and jotted down a note.

Gillie, that had been gathering his own thoughts, said, Frimleigh certainly left for a considerable while –

What, he did not offer to show the cavalry way with a sword?

Showed better sense than might have been anticipated, or mayhap still has some lingering embarrassment over the straits I saw him in in Buda-pesth and Vienna.

One need not recount either the temporary sequestering of Frimleigh in a discreet private madhouse until all of his unedifying story had been sounded out, nor his subsequent adventures in the taverns and bordellos of Vienna with the late Talshaw, chaperoned by Gillie.

But one could well imagine him exactly the kind of fellow to find himself in Chellow’s toils.

Fraylingham wandered away – Morseby left but only briefly – Rancastle disappeared for a while, I have a notion he had designs on one of the maids – may have been the like with Fraylingham, now I think on it –

Hmmm. MacDonald scribbled another note in his memorandum book.

Angerson was absent for a time – went off with Balbershaw as I collect –

All of 'em, said MacDonald, connected with Rathe’s enterprize. One dares say they were led into courses they would prefer not to have disclosed to Society.

Gillie leant against the parapet and contemplated MacDonald. Greatly respected among his father’s Mulcaster set – perchance rather more radical in his opinions than even those, that were considered a radical set themselves among the Whig party – not, one understood, any more than the tame philosopher about the house to Lady Bexbury – one might have certain suspicions, considering those many years with the late Lord Raxdell, but was it so, the fellow conducted himself admirable discreet –

He stamped under the foot the stub of the cigarillo that he had been holding unsmoked for some time. Who was Rathe working for? he asked. Was he an agent of the Tsar?

MacDonald glowered and said, naught so honest.

Gillie appreciated that. One might quite understand the position of one’s opponent working for another power, 'twas the nature of the business. There was a degree of honour in it.

No, MacDonald went on, as we fathomed it out from his proceedings, and the documents we were able to retrieve and decipher, he was a freelance, and in many cases playing a long game. Quite what they say, he added with a disgusted wrinkle of his nose, about Yankees as bustling businessmen. Building up influence and connexions that would be of utility to him.

Gillie made a noise of revulsion, since spitting would be vulgar.

Had one confederate that was from somewhere in Germany, or mayhap Switzerland – that was removed from the board himself – but we could not see that he had any particular allegiance to any in those parts. No, it was, we supposed, in the nature of a commercial enterprize – political intelligence for remuneration –

Gillie raised his eyebrows. I see now why – He fell silent. No need to reveal Sir Vernon’s frets over Nottinge.

They were standing in silence as Gillie continued to digest these revelations, when came out of one of the attic windows giving onto the roof his brother Essie.

There you both are! Very sensible to get out of that throng – lord, when I think they were gossiping upon Lady Gabrielle having the vapours, they are much of a twitter themselves.

Gillie grinned a little reluctantly. Have you heard that thing Ollie Parry-Lloyd will perform do you give him the least chance? Fox in the henhouse, fox in the henhouse? And all looking from one to another in case one of them is the fox.

Essie grinned back. I find it hard to imagine any of 'em displaying a vulpine cunning! – MacDonald grimaced and nodded – but I did not come looking for you two in order to expatiate upon the intellects of the company. There was a telegram came for Trelfer, from Sir Antony Chellow, is coming to arrange for the body to be borne to the family vault.

One is very sorry for the Chellows, said MacDonald. Did any couple not deserve the kind of trouble that has come to 'em through the machinations of that detrimental half-brother and his associate, 'twas Sir Antony and Lady Mary.

Gillie took the thought that indeed, one would not wish much further delay in proceeding with the matter of disposing of the remains of Mortimer Chellow. He fancied that the corpse had revealed all the evidence it might – and from MacDonald’s thoughtful nod, that must be the case – and whilst the season was becoming autumnal, no longer anything like the height of summer, 'twas no time to have the body lingering around. A local undertaker had already been called to construct at least a temporary coffin.

They left the roof, and went to prepare themselves to greet Sir Antony – black armbands were distributed among the company, to show a proper sense of mourning.

Even, murmured Essie, is no-one very sorrowful over his demise.

The whole company was standing uneasily about the entrance hall when the carriage, that had been sent to the station for Sir Antony, rolled up.

Trelfer went out himself to greet Sir Antony, make suitable condolences – though perchance Sir Antony might also be relieved to be quit of a relation that had been somewhat of an embarrassment? – and conduct him in.

Sir Anthony nodded to the other guests – they were all already acquainted – and his face did not exactly light up when he saw MacDonald, but his expression became less gloomy.

There was some practical business undertaken concerning the dispatch of the coffin to – not to the actual family vault of the Chellows, but to the local undertaker who would perform all the necessities for the interment.

Dinner was exceedingly subdued.

The following morning, before taking his departure, Sir Antony went for a walk in the gardens with MacDonald. 

Now, thought Gillie, now, might I finally cross the Channel?

It was certainly very agreeable to spend a few days in sumptuous Belgravia surroundings with the chaps – sure his elevation made no difference to Shallock, Talshaw as one must now call him, still the same excellent quiet fellow of good sense – and the Grigsons were all that was amiable.

For while Lionel Smithers was not quite residing in a garret and forced to strain his eyes over copying by candlelight, his lodgings were exceeding modest and in a much humbler quarter. His remuneration was sufficient to sustain the necessities of living – he still had laid away the rewards from various prizes he had won at Oxford – but he was aware that he was obliged to make his own way.

Even if it had come about that he had quite unexpected obtained the promise of pupillage in the chambers of that very noted advocate, Mr Geoffrey Merrett. A considerable advantage to one ambitious for a career in law!

But he was not minded to any display of extravagance. Father a provincial attorney with other children to educate – daughters to marry –

So it was very pleasant to have this holiday in a party of pleasure. It was also, he fancied, a useful education in Society manners – for he was feeling some qualms concerning this invitation – o, 'twas very kindly offered – expressed as, 'twould entirely do you good to get out of Town for a little while afore the term commences, and there will be no great press of society – to Monks Garrowby, family seat of the Earl of Nuttenford, Merrett’s brother.

Of course, one had some interest in seeing the place – great historical interest – and there was an archaeological investigation in the grounds of the monastery that had once stood there – fine gardens - &C&C – but one was daunted.

Lionel did not suppose he could take Averdale’s experiences at Worblewood as the – very newly elevated – Earl of Trembourne’s secretary as any guidance. Sounded a much smaller domestic circle, no pomp and circumstance about it.

So 'twas as 'twere a rehearsal to have this period in a house so well-attended by extremely polished servants – to observe certain subtle hints – had some notion of the form for dining but one supposed that Oxford colleges might be considerable behind the times and observe certain antient traditions –

And – so very like him! – kindness quite above and beyond – Shallock – Talshaw! – remarked that they were much of a similar figure – was not going about much in Society at present, one had to observe the conventions given how very recent his brother’s demise – could well spare a set of evening-dress –

Had indeed been somewhat that had been troubling him – his good suit was well enough, but hardly what was meant by dress for dinner –

No, really, am I ever driven to parricide – I cannot begin on how infuriating my father can be – may hope that you will be in a position to stand for me in court.

They had seen their friend look very put about by a letter received that same morn.

So, here he was driving up in the station fly to Monks Garrowby, very much relieved to discover that here, a fellow guest, was that noted Cambridge mathematician Joliffe, that he had already encountered at that soirée at Lady Bexbury’s. A very amiable chap with a dreadful stutter. Discovered to Lionel that he was in the habit of providing tutoring in mathematics to a set of young ladies that attended the college in Bedford Square, under the aegis of Mrs Geoffrey Merrett, that was herself a budding Mrs S-s-somerville.

Very fine work! Lionel remarked. One supposes their governesses have not prepared them for such study.

Here they were! A very impressive edifice. One also saw that Joliffe was already known to the – was he a butler? – that greeted 'em, and directed the matters to do with their baggage, and conveyed 'em indoors, where Mr and Mrs Merrett were waiting to welcome them.

Were shown up to their rooms, having been informed that tea was in the large drawing-room.

But indeed that was less of an ordeal than he had anticipated, once he had found his way there, encountering on his way the Honble Mr Gerald Merrett –

O, this place is out of the common confusing to navigate!  'Tis give out that either 'twas some design of the Sorcerer Earl in the days of Cromwell to facilitate the conjuring of angels and demons, or for less rarified purposes by our libertine ancestor in the days of the Mad King.

But, he went on, you are a friend of Lord Talshaw? I hear he goes assist at this excavation that Trembourne undertakes at Worblewood.

Lionel concurred that that was the case – strong suspicions that there was a Roman villa 'neath one of the fields – had a Mr Chilfer come advize –

Chilfer! exclaimed Mr Gerald. Now there is a fellow one would like to meet. Have read some of his writings.

I apprehend you have diggings here?

Indeed – the ruins of the monastery that our founding ancestor was responsible for dissolving under King Henry.

He showed some enthusiasm for immediately conducting his guest to view 'em, but at this juncture Mrs Geoffrey Merrett appeared in the corridor, saying she wondered whether Mr Smithers had got lost, 'twas a known thing.

They went into the drawing-room, where he was made known to the Earl and Countess, that were a great deal more amiable and easy-mannered than he had feared, the Countess bidding him sit by her while she served him tea, and gently interrogated him about his family.

What a very handsome lady she was, still, at her years.

Meanwhile, he could hear a more general conversation concerning the impending trial for bigamy of Mr Miles O’Neill –

I am in some confidence that our agent will at last have took ship from New York with all the evidence he has gathered from that rogue’s wife in Chicago –

Lady Leah Merrett sighed. The distances in America must be very vast? Is there not a deal of danger? You must be glad he arrived at all.

Danger? cried Mr Gerald. Is there not murder committed in our own land – what about this affair at Mellonby, then?

Geoffrey Merrett sighed. Let us not speak wildly of murder yet, he said. Certainly it looks very bad for Blatchett, having disappeared following the death of that scoundrel Chellow, but one can surmize –

The Earl grinned. Fie, Geoff, are you hoping to be retained for the defence?

His brother grinned back. Not in the least, Blatchett is an entire blackguard that I had rather have naught to do with, but even so – might have been playing the fool with a duelling pistol and shot Chellow inadvertent – or even come across him already shot by someone else, I do not doubt he had other enemies – and must have realized, the terms they were on –

Mr Gerald nodded. Reports from the other guests of hearing high words 'twixt 'em.

– that he would be the chief suspect. 'Tis an interesting puzzle, if not one – he gestured towards Joliffe – that can be resolved by mathematics.

Mrs Merrett remarked that one supposed that 'twould be impossible to calculate the trajectory of the shot – that might provide evidence.

Joliffe stuttered that had one seen where the body lay – the angle &C – mayhap determined the direction of the breeze – but doubted not that was too late now.

Lady Nuttenford murmured that dear Janey’s father was the late Admiral Knighton – had taught her early mathematics from his knowledge as a fighting sailor –

As far as firearms went, Lionel excused himself from the shooting party a few days later, though had been offered a gun – no skills at all in that sport – was recommended a stroll in the gardens.

Leaving Mrs Geoffrey and Joliffe in deep mathematical discourse in the gazebo, he set off through the formal gardens – laid out, one understood, under the guidance of the present Earl’s father, a famed horticulturalist over whom there hung some cloud.

Fascinating enough to one that took an interest in the subject, but he was glad to pass into what he at first supposed was a wild garden and then took to be the boundary ground 'twixt the gardens and the park, of shrubbery and woodland.

Very pleasant to walk in. Paths clearly kept up – an occasional scampering rabbit – birds twittering and singing – coming up berrying and nutting season!

And here was an open wide glade, in which he observed a very young woman kneeling by a roughly hewn stone in the centre, humming a tune.

He stepped deliberately on a twig. She looked over her shoulder. The spectacles did not in least disguise her resemblance to Lady Nuttenford.

Lionel bowed. I fear I have not had the honour of your acquaintance – ? May I make myself known to you?

She scrambled up and made a very acceptable curtsey. Oh! I thought everybody had gone about the shoot! Indeed, do so.

He did so, and discovered that she was Lady Naomi Merrett.

And this, she said with somewhat of pride, is said to be the Merlin Stone. There is a deal of family history about it – and older history and some superstitions, before the first Earl cast out the monks, among the people of these parts –

Lionel went over to examine it: it appeared to be extremely antient worked stone.

'Tis said of the Sorcerer Earl, she went on, that he claimed that it bound benign spirits of nature to this place. And that when the Libertine Earl’s friends wanted to use it to call up the Devil, they were a very Hellfire set, he would by no means permit it, 'twas most unlike his ways.

She sighed. I should greatly like to attend one of these colleges for ladies in Town when I leave the schoolroom here but I daresay 'twill be being presented and making a debut. So that I might study history.

Lionel thought what a pity she was so young: for she struck him as ideally suited as a wife for Talshaw, but he was being urged to marry as soon as might be, as he complained.

That is a splendid ambition, he said. But there are – have ever been – ladies who are fine scholars without the benefit of college.

She blinked, and said with a thoughtful nod, here was her aunt Em that was considered extreme knowledgeable concerning the antient art of falconry.

Beauf – Lord Sallington, heir to the Duke of Mulcaster – discovered his younger half-brother Lord Gilbert, in the library of Mulcaster House, behind quite a redoubt of grammars and dictionaries in assorted languages.

How now, Gillie!

Gillie looked up. How now, Essie – for the family could not be weaned from the practice of calling him by the baby-name give by his wet-nurse Betty Higgins – what’s ado?

Beauf propped himself against the library table and contemplated his brother. He supposed that some might resent the handsome looks and dashing reputation of a younger brother – all his brothers were, he must concede, of remarkable looks, whereas he, everyone did not actually comment, took after the mother who had died shortly after his birth. Dearly loved by her husband, but given out no great beauty.

However, looks or not made no odds when one was considered a prime matrimonial prize! And he wondered whether Gillie entirely relished the attentions he received, that since his return from the Continent, for a short holiday from his diplomatic duties – whatever those were – before proceeding to Paris – had been causing considerable turmoil in the younger element of Society. At least two marriages considered practically at the altar now in doubt – two ladies considered twin cherries on a single stem now at daggers drawn – others ignoring very eligible suitors – certain married ladies proceeding as if they quite desired to figure in crim.con. proceedings –

One could not say Gillie at all encouraged 'em! Did not appear to incline to one or another – did he so, was discreet indeed – well, Beauf knew somewhat of discretion himself. On the one hand there was Julius Roberts, dusky botanist and friend from childhood, now residing in a neat cottage nearby to Beauf’s estate at Nitherholme, very convenient for his studies and – other matters. On the other there was Flora Ferraby, that considered marriage as shackles imposed upon women, and was fortunate in the possession of an independence that meant she need not marry, the mother of their dear daughter Kate, and still occasionally a partner in carnal delights.

He sighed and said, this bachelor party of Trelfer’s at Mellonby is imminent.

Gillie groaned. I shall be looking over my shoulder the entire time.

For Lady Leah Merrett, that had been about to become affianced to Trelfer – Society had made a number of allusions to Brian de Bois-Guilbert and Rebecca in Ivanhoe, for Leah’s looks demonstrated her mother’s ancestry – had, along with her former bosom friend Lady Inez Ambert, fallen head-over-heels for Gillie. And there would be, no doubt, other rivals in the party.

One wondered somewhat about the rumours concerning Gillie and a certain opera-singer that was acclaimed through much of Europe. Yet – the lady’s name was also connected with persons of quite the highest rank, reaching even to royalty, was that only of some minor Germanic principality, and also gentlemen of extreme riches. Surely the lady had a shrewd eye on the main chance, however alluring Gillie’s charms?

Really, Gillie, this is England, surely you do not anticipate a dagger in the back?

Gillie shrugged. Oh, mayhap not a stiletto 'twixt the shoulder-blades, but perchance someone going shoot very wild? And as for this is England, there was Blatchett’s device for Bella, quite like something from the pages of Mrs Radcliffe.

They both looked somewhat sober at the evocation of the Earl of Blatchett’s plot – though they suspected its actual devizing mostly due to his parasite Mortimer Chellow – to cause their sister Lady Isabella’s horse to bolt and drive it towards Blatchett’s hunting box, where he might keep Bella overnight. Telling her that 'twas so that His Grace would concede to a match, but her family had a good deal of darker suspicions as to his intentions. However, Bella had contrived to escape, saddled the stable cob, and rode through a sleety night to sanctuary at the farm where the Jupps trained their nags and sent 'em to recruit. And happily Gertie Jupp and Belinda Penkarding had been there that night.

And now, Beauf pointed out, Blatchett is finding himself very much spurned in Society –

For the tale that was given out was that he had with Chellow’s aid caused her skittish mare to bolt in order to make a daring rescue that had entirely failed and put Bella at risk. Had led to considerable esteem for her prowess as a horsewoman!

Not, one found, quite entirely spurned, when they arrived at Mellonby. For Trelfer and he were old friends, since schooldays – Elkington, that was also there, remarked that he fancied that even Trelfer would not have invited that brute was it not a bachelor party – ties of antient friendship can only go so far, surely?

Somebody – Beauf did not see who – remarked that Trelfer must be quite desperate to get that simpering imbecile of a sister of his off his hands, and Blatchett was not in any position to pick and choose –

Had you not heard? Beauf intervened. One hears there are great concerns about her health – a decline is feared – goes abroad to be quacked at some spaw –

Various episodes involving fainting, attacks of spasms, and hysterics were recounted. Followed by expressions of relief that Lady Gabrielle would not be about the coming Season.

Beauf had no expectation that the forthcoming days would be particularly agreeable – this visit was a social duty, to prove that he did not mew himself up like a hermit at Nitherholme – but he did have an intention to see whether there was anything in the way of decent art collected by Trelfer’s forebears. One had heard of the famous armoury, that had ever been about display rather than use, 'twas a deal of a while since any of the Mallafreys had attended their monarch, English or French, for there were strong cross-Channel family connexions, in arms, but not so much about any paintings &C.

Trelfer conceded that there were various things about the place, that his ancestors had picked up on their Grand Tours or such – the housekeeper was delighted to show 'em to visitors –

He feared that this would be a common tale of supposed Canalettos &C that cunning dealers had worked off on unsuspecting milords inglesi, but one never knew.

But the first few days were found to be prime shooting weather – the keeper would be most put about did they not go out with the guns, has been taking a great deal of trouble to ensure we have good sport, Trelfer averred – so it was standing about in what was, indeed, agreeable late summer air – very pleasing grounds –

Beauf did not consider himself a particularly accomplished shot, but managed not to disgrace himself, while Gillie performed most exceptional.

Did show pleasingly modest – had to be quite coaxed to tell tales of hunting parties he had been on in the Hapsburg dominions – during the converse over dinner. Remained sober enough to play exceeding well at billiards –

One supposed that that was all part of being trained up in the Diplomatic?

But then the weather turned to show precursory of autumn, and the keeper doubted they would have a good day – fishing might go well, did the gentlemen not mind was there a shower or so –

There was a lazy morning, during which Beauf took the opportunity to see might Mrs Alton, the housekeeper, find time to give him a tour of the paintings, that she found entire convenable.

Meanwhile, the rest of the party – or most of the rest of the party – was for visiting the armoury, and would it not be a prime thing to see Lord Gilbert wield some of those weapons? Mayhap he and Elkington – Elkington being known somewhat of a fencer himself – could fight a demonstration bout or so?

Why, would they find that entertaining, said Gillie, would concede to do so – but one wondered about these swords of an earlier day – their weight, their balance, &C – how one would show with 'em.

Chellow indicated that he was for fishing, and Blatchett, that, rain or shine, was desirous of a ride.

So they all set off in their various directions.

Well, one came to the conclusion that the Mallafrey forebears had not been great connoisseurs of art – had been wont to choose whoever was the fashionable portraitist of the day to depict 'em and their wives and families, and sometimes that had been a happy choice, and sometimes not. They had most certainly been beguiled upon their Grand Tours! – some pretty enough views of the Grand Canal, the Roman Forum, the Bay of Naples &C&C, but nothing of any great distinction. One very charming Vigée Le Brun, that had somewhat of a look of Lady Gabrielle.

He conveyed his gratitude in very generous form to Mrs Alton, and made his way to the armoury, where he found Gillie and Elkington stripped to their shirt-sleeves and fighting with sabres, surrounded by a very appreciative audience.

At length Elkington confessed himself overmastered, and Gillie confided that these swords were heavier than the present style, made a considerable difference. Should not care to face a Magyar Hussar with one of 'em!

There was some handling of the various pistols – some of 'em very fine but one was not sure one would entirely trust 'em in any affair of honour –

Very rare these days under the Queen’s rule, though had been one during the late election.

Bertie Fawsley, Elkington’s brother, frowned, and said, should this one not be part of a pair?

Indeed so, said Trelfer, one observes the hooks where the other should be – mayhap fell and needed repair? – will consult Mrs Alton –

There was a general beginning of movement in anticipation of preparation for dinner, when peeped around the door Blatchett’s man, Norris. Was looking for his master, that had expected to return from his ride afore this – feared he might have taken a fall –

Beauf and Gillie exchanged glances. One could well suppose that Blatchett had added the ravishment of some local maiden to his itinerary and that had delayed him. The expressions on other faces suggested similar speculations.

Chellow had not returned either, it transpired.

Deuced uncivil, remarked Elkington, as Beauf offered him a cigarillo, while Trelfer was in convocation with the butler about putting back dinner somewhat. What scrubs they are.

They were all standing around the drawing-room somewhat uneasy, when came in the keeper in a state of great agitation.

No – had seen nothing of Lord Blatchett – but here was Mr Chellow, tumbled into the trout-stream and drownded –

Really, thought Maude Coggin, there was nothing like a few weeks at Weymouth – an excellent genteel resort – to set one up for the return of Society to Town and the consequent bustle for Mamzelle Bridgette. Though she was a partner in that flourishing enterprize, she did not have that knack for being at the forefront of style that Mr Maurice or the little Jupp had, but what she did have was a talent for keeping a workroom under hand, a very nice hand in cutting, and, she was lately discovering, a fine ability to deal with the various businesses that supplied 'em with the necessities of their trade.

And still, at necessity, able to stitch with the best – for when it came the height of the Season, 'twas all hands on deck to ensure gowns were ready in time!

Then, had done very well for her to offer to supervize these Summer Seamstresses’ Workshops, that provided decent clean work in what would otherwise be the scarcely used stitching-rooms of Mamzelle Bridgette to the women in the trade that would otherwise find themselves, if not entire workless over the summer, forced to the rougher kinds of stitchery, and mayhap eking out a living on the streets. Excellent work in a good cause – clothing for orphans &C – a fine light airy room – a hot midday meal provided – tea in the afternoon –

Was there any falling 'twould not be because they were starving!

As a result, Dumpling Dora – the Countess of Pockinford – had been so effusive grateful to Maude that for these several years had arranged for her to take a holiday lodging in Weymouth with her old nurse. There had been no difficulty made about Maude bringing her friend Eppie Palton – we was girls together in our first place –

Eppie doing very well for herself – after a misadventure over a fellow that had been revealed a scoundrel with a history of making up to women that had come into a little money – had put that money into a business, a workroom for her talents in fine embroidery and beadwork, where she might take on a journeywoman and apprentice or so, for the intricate work contracted out by modistes. That was coming along very profitable – moving into larger premises – taking on more hands – Eppie joining that association of local business-owners that Mr Maurice was so respected a figure among –

Indeed, had seen the prudence of going consult with Mr Maurice, that was a very sharp fellow and wise to the ways of bankers and lawyers &C, that were like to take advantage of a woman was she not careful –

Sure he was ever generous with advice to Maude herself – would recommend to the hands the advisability of putting by in the Savings Bank –

O, he might have a deal of temperament, but there was reasons why places at Mamzelle Bridgette was so sought after! Treated 'em well – a Sick Fund – this matter of summertime work –

And of course, nothing in the way of bothering, that even she, at her age and as her mirror had ever told her, very much on the plain side, sometimes encountered about warehouses &C. Men!

Here they were, coming to the end of their stay, and enjoying tea in the garden.

Maude sighed and remarked that 'twas high time she made the choice of a deputy to take charge of the workroom now that she was so much about on other matters –

Eppie nodded. Fancy you have been trying out candidates –

I have so! I am like to think that I would give preference to Magda Voss –

Eppie raised her eyebrows. Is that not a foreign name?

Maude sniffed. O, German, mayhap, but she was born in Hackney, entire cockney in speech! Keeps herself beautiful clean and neat – excellent hand at maintaining order –

Oh indeed, there is not being a sloven, and there is above and beyond, shows well.

They proceeded to gossip about what marriages among the Quality might be forthcoming. Sure Lord Gilbert Beaufoyle had been a cat among the pigeons! – a Duke’s son, sure, but only the third one – moreover while the heir, Sallington, still showed no disposition to wed, Lord Rollo had married and been fruitful. But there he was – in the Diplomatic – had gained a very dashing reputation with duels and other exploits in the Hapsburg realms – quite the handsomest looks –

And there were several suits in train that had been set at stand when the young ladies in the business not only yearned towards this romantic figure, but even found their antient friendships from childhood broke up in rivalry!

Maude shrugged. Is exceptional discreet – well, has not been meeting any ladies in our discreet chamber – there are certainly married women go sigh over him –

One supposes, said Eppie a little tartly, that once he is posted abroad again this epidemic fever will cease. But whether those purposed matches will be made up – well.

Quite, Maude agreed.

She was hopeful that she might learn some useful intelligence upon her return to Mrs Mitchell’s very comfortable lodging house for ladies that were obliged to go out earning their livings, in particular from Leda Hacker, that would have been travelling about the country with Dowager Lady Bexbury.

Miss Hacker, that was looking very well for her sojourn out of Town, invited Maude to come join her in a glass of madeira, very civil, and with a thought that they had rather not conclave in the public sitting-room.

Really, Hacker had her quarters arranged exceptional genteel! An arrangement of decorated screens to separate the sleeping area from the sitting part – pictures on the wall – some very choice nick-nacks displayed on a what-not – shelves of books –

She poured ‘em generous glasses and waved Maude into a chair. La, 'tis agreeable to loosen my stays somewhat, she said. We was lately in a Bishop’s Palace –

Maude whistled.

Fancy Her Ladyship could be his Bishopess did she lift a finger, but sure there was the Dean’s wife – that is the First Lady of the diocese while His Lordship has no wife – looking very unchristian at her over the teacups – and 'tis a very pretty quaint old city, but a sad provincial place –

But I do have somewhat to open to you. There was Miss Addington there – the Bishop doats on the theatre – was taking part in an Historical Masque in the Cathedral – and she has a commission –

Maude raised her eyebrows.

Her dresser, Maggy, that has been with her since the days of the Regent, and gives out that she is determined to die in harness, at last comes round to concede that age begins to tell on her, and that mayhap she should bring on an apprentice. Would need to be a strong character – for Maggy is something of a Tartar – but also tactful – along with the necessary skills –

That, said Maude, I fathom is somewhat different from working in a modiste’s sewing-room!

Why, would need her needle-skills, but indeed, there would be a deal of quick repairs, I fancy, and stage-costumes are a different kettle of fish from dressing for Society. Oh, and 'twould be advisable for her to be somewhat plain of feature. For Maggy takes considerable umbrage towards handsome women – 'tis a tale still told that when Dorcas – that is now Lady B’s housekeeper – went as maidservant to Miss Addington’s household was quite persecuted by Maggy –

That would be Mrs Dorcas, that is famed for her piety and good works?

Along, said Hacker with a grin, with such looks that have Her Ladyship’s artist friends soliciting her to sit to 'em!

Well, I will go consider.

She could think of some two or three in the workroom that might suit – mayhap one could suggest a probationary trial – one might take 'em back did the business not work out –

The next day she went to the premises of Mamzelle Bridgette, and found as she had anticipated all moderate quiet.

However, Mr Maurice in the fitting-room was snapping his fingers and looking harried. Here is a thing! he said, looking down at the sketches he was making. Giggler Gabrielle is ordered to Baden-Baden for the good of her health, and must have a suitable wardrobe made up, at once.

Maude took off her hat, sighing. Are there no modistes where she is going?

Oh, I doubt not! But here we have her mannequin – know her style – and I take the thought that can do no harm for our work to be sported about a fine continental spaw the like of that –

Now, that was a very apt thought indeed! For irritating though Lady Gabrielle Mallafrey was, she set off a fine gown very well. Maude nodded. I will go peep into the workroom – daresay comes about that we can take hands off stitching for orphans –

So she climbed the stairway to the large well-lit attic area and saw that the work of the Summer Seamstresses’ Workshops was indeed well-advanced. While a number of women were seated diligently stitching and quietly chatting to one another as they did so – 'twas plain work that one dared say they could do almost in their sleep – Lady Demington was superintending several others about the task of packing up completed garments and readying the crates for despatch to orphanages, almshouses, charity schools, &C.

Lady Demington looked up. Miss Coggin! I hope I may report to Mama-in-law that you have had a good holiday?

Maude agreed that she had had a very fine holiday indeed, expressed her extreme gratitude to Lady Pockinford, and then praised the way the work was getting on. Really, one must be impressed with young Lady Demington! In another station of life would doubtless have made an effective businesswoman. Not in the least one of your ladylike muddlers.

Unlike Lady Gabrielle! That, however – one must suppose this matter of health – seemed greatly changed – no fidgeting and tittering – positive sober in demeanour –

As Maude went making measurements to ensure the mannequin was still in correct order, noted somewhat of trembling.

One dared say a sojourn at a fine spaw would set her up again, she remarked to Mr Maurice.

Who would have supposed that scrawny scarlet-haired streetwalker of Seven Dials, Bet Bloggs, would find herself a most respected guest of the first-rate doxies that came to be in keeping in the fine villas in St John’s Wood? Not that they knew her by that name, of course! Or even that she had strutted those streets and alleyways. No, they knew her as Babsie Bolton, that was quite the cynosure at Dumaine’s establishment in St James – dark ringlets – alluring bosom – lusciously red lips – that fine ankle she had ever been able to sport –

Quite the dearest friend of Marabelle Myrtle, that was now the mistress of Lord Iffling, heir to the Duke of Werrell, that entirely doated upon her – why, spent most nights in her company! – his wife kept mewed up on his estate at Anclewer with the children, expected to be grateful that she did not take a leading role in a crim.con. action.

Babsie was only one of the guises of Leda Hacker, one of Matt Johnson’s investigation agents, and the dearly beloved of Clorinda, Lady Bexbury. And a very useful one! One saw a good deal of interest about Dumaine’s, quite aside from the sharping play that was why Dumaine had her stroll about the gaming rooms observing what went forth.

And indeed, while there was friendship in calling upon Marabelle and exchanging gossip, and exclaiming upon the exceeding fine sparkle Iffling had presented her, there was also useful intelligence to be gleaned. For Marabelle had developed quite the connexion amongst the other doxies being kept in these parts.

Today, for instance, came to tea Coralie Lynton, that was the mistress of Lord Venchall. Clorinda was most interested in discovering as much as she might about Lady Venchall, that had been exposed to the horrid business of a crim. con., and then the gentleman in question having ratted and gone abroad. Lady Venchall was now, with her confederate Mrs Bramby, running what one feared was no matter of o, a few genteel hands of cards over the teacups but a sinister business of, at best, tempting her guests into playing higher than was entirely prudent, and at worst, cogging them.

Had encountered at least one case of a lady come to such straits had been obliged to pawn certain family jewels.

Leda had seen that expression on Clorinda’s still lovely face that led Sandy MacDonald to refer to her as Madame Nemesis. So, a contrivance was in progress.

Here was Coralie quite entirely happy to expatiate at length on that viper, that reptile, that bitch that had made poor Venchie’s life such an entire misery. Her extravagance – her open flirtations – her lovers – her complete neglect of their children – her addiction to card-play –

Babsie tutted and said, and what, none of her lovers stood by her?

Coralie snorted and said fancied they had no mind to supporting her gaming debts!

Babsie smirked and said, la, was she a fellow would be cast out from Dumaine’s did she not clear the account?

Quite so! said Coralie. But one hears she has took up with Mrs Bramby, that was married to Captain Bramby, that was obliged to leave his regiment under somewhat of a cloud over certain debts of honour – they used to frequent the casinos about the Continent until he was shot in a dispute over sharp play – given out that she was the more adept sharper of the pair –

But she is still in Society?

Marabelle wrinkled her pretty nose and remarked that it was quite the wonder what ladies might do and remain ladies. Though sure there were circles in which Lady V and Mrs B were not received and several ladies that would deliver the cut.

Coralie sighed that sure, there were ladies had a taste for play and that was a great attraction. They shook their heads.

But then Coralie jumped up and said, la, Venchie would be calling very shortly, should go and deck herself to welcome him –

Leaving Babsie with Marabelle, that said, fell very convenient, for she had a proposition to open to her.

A proposition?

My dear, here is a young man goes be very taken with you – Iffling’s brother-in-law Lord Talshaw – Saythingport’s heir –

Babsie suppressed a yelp, for some while since, there had been an approach from Saythingport himself to Dumaine anent Miss Bolton’s favours, during one of the fallings-out 'twixt the Marquess and his supposed mistress, Carlotta Delgado.

– a very pretty young man – quite the nicest manners – somewhat shy – was at Oxford intending the life of a scholar afore his brother met his end – Iffling fancies his father intends setting him up with some doxy in his own pay – sure Iffling quite detests Saythingport –

Well!

Babsie stretched out her feet and looked at her shiny boots with a contemplative frown. Did I not encounter him in a party with you and Iffling at Dumaine’s, some while past? Very shy – not used to gaming – I was in some concern to evade his late brother, the coarse oaf, and keep my distance from that Delgado harridan, so paid him some little attention –

Why, I am not hanging out for a fine villa the like of this, but could do no harm to look the young fellow over –

Could be, Leda thought, extremely useful to their interests! Here was Sandy MacDonald and Molly Maurice, planning what one might deem a coup against Saythingport’s unwarranted influence in that club for fellows of the disposition, fancied they would like to hear what went forth in that family since the recent demise of his eldest son and the unexpected rise to heir of that quiet scholarly fellow Lord Peregrine. Clorinda had looked approvingly upon him even afore this ascension – had acquired a very good set of friends at Oxford whose advancement he went about to promote – due to a bequest from his late godfather was now a shareholder in Roberts and Wilson, fine preserves and pickles, founded on the receipts of Clorinda’s cook and former cook –

Perchance she would speak to Dumaine on this matter!

Marabelle was all smiles, and Leda feared she took romantic notions. O, doubtless calculated that he would have to marry according to his rank, but that did not exclude another devotion! Went on more discreet in these days of the Queen and her Consort, but still very much so.

Could hardly say to dear Marabelle that she had no inclination to that matter, whether as business or pleasure.

So conceded that she would consider over it.

But sure her life was one of contrasts! thought Leda a very few days later, as she followed a few discreet steps behind Clorinda, in the capacity of her secretary, through the imposing portals of the Bishop of Wyreminster’s Palace. Clad very drab and discreet, quite the antithesis of Babsie!

Shown to their quarters, where Sophy was already installed, murmuring that, la, 'twas a sad bachelor establishment! – for the Bishop was a widower of many years standing – but she came about to have matters in order and there was hot water.

Dear Sophy, said Clorinda, with a wink at Leda – for Sophy, now come to middle years and the married mother of three daughters thriving out in the world themselves, was still black but comely and one still observed footmen – porters – &C – most exceeding ready to be attentive to her requirements.

So they were prinked up entirely proper – somewhat sober in dress – and then descended to where a tea-party was in progress in one of the drawing-rooms. That must be the Dean’s wife acting the hostess, Leda fathomed, quite unobjectionable, and there was Clorinda went make gracious to those she already knew – be introduced to those she did not –

As came somewhat bouncing up to Leda Miss Lucas – Claudia Lucas – the eldest daughter of the Reverend Doctor Hugh Lucas and his wife – saying, the primest thing! Pa entire agrees that I may attend college in London, but, she pouted, says 'twould look well did I attend the one in Harley Street, that is run on sound Church principles – do you think Lady Bexbury might persuade him –

Leda, mindful that Clorinda had a great deal upon hands already at this occasion, even without the Bishop went make her an offer, that was not unlikely, said that Her Ladyship was rather took up, but did not Miss Lucas consider that she might anyway attend those fine informal conversaziones that Janey Merrett held? Surely there could be not the least objection?

O! quite so! an entire feast for the intellect – O! here come Mama and Miss Addington from rehearsal.

For Clorinda’s frets over the unsuitability of the Wyreminster Mystery Play for the refined taste of the modern day – one is reminded of the low humour in certain of the works of Chaucer – other parts very fine, of course – had been entirely soothed by a device concocted by Mrs Lucas, that was the renowned poet A.M. Had very meek and humble gone to the Bishop with a Masque she had devized on the history of the diocese, back to the days of the Saxons, that would contain telling episodes, in which she included the less coarse parts of the Mystery Play.

Did it not show exceeding well to have a work by such an esteemed author performed? With the Second Siddons to present as 'twere The Muse of History.

And also to bring her professional capacities to the task of direction –

La, Clorinda had consoled her antient friend, you must consider the benefit 'tis to the Helena Fund – that was the charity she had originated for the benefit of sick and infirm thespians – to have a bishop as a Patron. So Amelia Addington had pouted prettily and sighed that she quite saw that, but indeed 'twas a great trial working with amateurs.

At which Clorinda had snorted with mirth and remarked that she had heard Amelia expatiate considerable upon her theatre company!

My dear, she went on, 'tis the theatre – wreaks that effect – sure one should not speak of the god Dionysius when this performance is for such an ecclesiastical occasion – but –

La, had said Leda, that had lately been conversing with that young scholar of the classics, Vicky Jupp, one may hope the cast do not fall upon the Bishop and tear him in pieces.

But here were Agnes and Amelia sighing a little, but saying, a dress-rehearsal the like of that was surely a good augury!