Regency Surrender: Rebellious Debutantes. Annie Burrows

everyone badly enough by shouting at a man in public. What would they make of her kissing one?

      It would be better to wait till they got home. She’d beg a few moments alone with her aunt, and try to explain what had happened. And then...

      And then the carriage stopped, and Lotty and Dotty leapt out and went bounding up the front steps, shrieking out the news of her betrothal.

      And when Aunt Pargetter came to the front door, it was to Lord Havelock she held out her hands. Even when Mary made frantic signals, behind his back, to try to convey her need to speak with her, she paid no heed.

      ‘In a moment, Mary,’ she said. ‘His lordship wants to have a private word with me first. Since Mr Pargetter is not at home just now. Though I can guess what you want to say,’ she finished, shooting him an arch look.

      ‘No, no, I don’t think you could possibly...’ she said, though her voice was drowned out by Lord Havelock saying, ‘My behaviour has been a little unconventional. I should have approached you, that is to say, Mr Pargetter, first, and asked your permission to pay my addresses.’

      ‘Not at all,’ said Aunt Pargetter, ushering him into her husband’s study. ‘We aren’t legally Mary’s guardians, you know. She is free to make her own choices.’

      ‘Nevertheless...’

      And then the study door closed on whatever he’d been about to say, leaving Mary on the wrong side of it.

      Free to make her own choices! If only that were true.

      And then Dotty and Lotty were shooing her into the front parlour and divesting her of her coat.

      ‘She’s in a complete daze,’ said Dotty, untying the ribbons of her bonnet.

      ‘No wonder,’ said Lotty, pushing her into a chair. ‘His lordship swept her completely off her feet.’

      ‘No, he didn’t, it was the opposite. He stopped her slipping over,’ quipped Dotty with a giggle. ‘Got his arm round her waist and held her so tight she couldn’t possibly have lost her footing.’

      ‘Oh, I’ve never seen anything so romantic.’

      ‘Romantic? No! I...’

      ‘Oh, but it was,’ sighed Dotty, pressing her hands to her heart and flinging herself backwards on to the sofa as though in a swoon.

      ‘Aren’t you cross with me? Why aren’t you cross with me? When the whole purpose of going skating at all was to try and...and... Well, you were both trying so hard to attract Mr Morgan....’

      Who was nowhere in sight, she suddenly realised. The moment they’d gone into the house, he’d slipped away, unnoticed in all the excitement.

      ‘Oh, that’s so sweet,’ said Lotty. ‘And so like you, to think of us, rather than yourself.’

      Dotty bounced off the sofa, and flung her arms round her neck. ‘You mustn’t feel bad because you got a proposal, today, and not us. And as for Mr Morgan...’ She made an airy gesture with one hand. ‘When a man as wealthy as that, and single, comes your way you simply have to make a push to get him interested. But it’s not as if either of us developed a tendre for him, did we, Lotty?’

      Lotty shook her head so hard her ringlets bounced.

      ‘Yes, but...’ As she floundered to a halt against the impenetrable barrier of her own behaviour, Lotty and Dotty both collapsed in giggles again.

      And then they heard the front door slam, and Aunt Pargetter came in, beaming all over her face.

      ‘Mary, I’m so proud of you,’ she said, enveloping her in a lavender-scented hug.

      ‘No...you shouldn’t be. I didn’t mean to...’

      ‘Well, I dare say that is what won him round. You are so very...modest. And...and, oh, everything a lady ought to be, I’m sure. A viscountess,’ she exclaimed, sinking on to the sofa next to Dotty, gazing at her with starry eyes. ‘You will be presented at court...’

      The girls both squealed with an excitement that passed Mary by completely.

      ‘And you will go to all the most tonnish events.’

      ‘But...’ Mary attempted to protest.

      ‘And then,’ she carried on, regardless, ‘once you are established, you will be able to invite all those tonnish people to parties you throw.’

      Mary blinked, completely unable to envision herself ever throwing any kind of party.

      ‘And I just know you are too kind-hearted to forget my girls. This will be a foot in the door to a world they’d had no hope of entering otherwise. And with both of them being so pretty—no offence to you, my dear, but if you managed to land yourself a viscount, without even trying, only think what my girls could accomplish. I shouldn’t wonder at it if this means an earl, or perhaps even a marquis....’

      No wonder they’d let Mr Morgan escape without a twinge of regret. The girls now had visions of getting themselves a title apiece.

      ‘Aunt Pargetter, please! You don’t understand. I never actually wanted to get married. I thought I would...find work as a housekeeper, or a governess, or something....’

      ‘Well, that is because you lived in such an out-of-the-way spot, and didn’t have any prospects,’ said her aunt complacently.

      ‘And she feels a touch guilty,’ explained Dotty. ‘For stealing a march on us.’

      ‘Oh, we don’t begrudge you your good fortune,’ said her aunt kindly.

      ‘No, but...’

      ‘Well, I can see this sudden reversal in your prospects has overwhelmed you,’ she said, tilting her head to one side. ‘And no wonder, if all you ever hoped for was to obtain some menial position. A good strong cup of tea is what you need.’ She flicked her hand to Lotty, who went to the fireplace and pulled the bell to summon the maid.

      ‘And you are so shy,’ she added with a knowing nod, ‘that having such a very...masculine man as Lord Havelock positively...bowl you over...’

      ‘Yes, he did, Mama. He kissed her quite passionately.’

      ‘Twice!’

      Oh, if only the chair cushions would open up and swallow her whole.

      ‘Oh,’ said her aunt with a sympathetic look as Mary’s face heated to what felt like boiling point. ‘I see what this is. But, my dear,’ she said, reaching across to pat her hand, ‘Lord Havelock must be very taken with you, to propose so quickly. You know, I saw there was something, that very first night at the Crimmers’. Why, he started at the sight of you as though...as though his ship had come in, as you would probably say. It is clearly a case of love at first sight.’

      As though that made it all right.

      Except that it was most definitely not love at first sight. The things he’d said made that crystal clear. Like, going their separate ways, for instance. And being glad she was no more keen to marry than he was. Immediately after he’d proposed.

      She shook her head in complete frustration. There was no way she was going to be able to get Aunt Pargetter to understand her reluctance to marry. Or the girls, not now their heads were full of eligible titled men.

      There was only one thing for it. She would have to tell Lord Havelock, to his face, that she couldn’t go through with it.

      And then—she glanced at the happy, glowing faces of her aunt and cousins—she’d have to endure their disappointment.

      * * *

      Lord Havelock was coming to call on Mary the very next day, Aunt Pargetter informed her husband over dinner that night. To talk about arrangements.

      So Mary had all night to marshal her arguments. And the longer she thought, the more convinced she became that he wouldn’t