The Masqueraders

The ride at an end, it was Charles and Peter with them; they might have been blood brothers. Prudence acquiesced in it, but grimaced to herself when she reflected that it had been in her mind to lie close in London. Evidently this was not to be. But there was nothing to be feared from Mr Belfort: the disguise was deep enough to hoodwink a dozen such rattlepates.

She came back to Arlington Street to find Robin posturing above a bouquet of red roses. Robin achieved a simper. ‘Behold me, my Peter, in a maidenly flutter!’

Prudence put down her whip and gloves. ‘What’s this?’

‘My elderly admirer!’ said Robin in an ecstasy, and gave up a note: ‘Read, my little one!’

Prudence gave a chuckle over the amorous note. ‘Robin, you rogue!’

‘I was made to be a breaker of hearts,’ sighed Robin.

‘Oh, this one was cracked many times before!’

Robin tilted his head a little; the merry devil looked out of his limpid blue eyes. ‘I’ve a mind to enthrall the mountain,’ he said softly.

‘You won’t do it. He’s more like to unmask you than to worship at your shameless feet,’ Prudence answered.

‘Oh? Here’s a change of front, by my faith! Unmask me, is it? Now why?’

‘John was right. The gentleman’s wide awake for all we think him so dull.’

‘So?’ Robin awaited more. She told him of the incident at cards the night before. He listened in silence, but shrugged a careless shoulder at the end. ‘I don’t see a great deal to that. Easy enough to see your game if he stood at your elbow. Did you fleece the wolf ?’

‘Some fifty guineas. We may stand in need of them if this is to continue long. But Sir Anthony –’ she paused.

‘You’re bewitched. What now?’

‘I believe we shall do well to preserve a strict guard before him.’

‘As you please, but I think you rate a mountain’s intelligence too high. Consider, my dear, how should any man suspect what is after all the very light of improbability? Why should so wild a surmise so much as cross his brain?’

‘There is that, of course. Plague take the man, he must needs load me with favours!’

Robin laughed. ‘He takes you to White’s, eh? Some little matter of a card-party too, I think?’

‘On Thursday, at his house.’

Robin folded pious hands. ‘“I believe my sense of propriety is offended,”’ he quoted maliciously.

The shot glanced off her armour. ‘You’ve none, child, rest assured.’

Robin let be at that, and went off to make ready for a call on Miss Grayson. My Lady Lowestoft’s town chaise bore him to the house, and a lackey in sombre livery ushered him into the withdrawing-room.

An elderly lady arose from a chair near the fire, and dropped a stately curtsey. Before Robin could return the salute Miss Letty bounced out of her chair and came running towards him. An embrace was clearly offered; Robin withstood temptation, and held out his hands. Miss Letty’s were put into them, and so he kept her at arm’s length.

‘My dear, dear Miss Merriot! I have so hoped you would come!’ Letty cried.

The elder Miss Grayson spoke an austere reproof: ‘Letitia, your manners, child!’

Robin swept a curtsey to the lady. ‘Why, ma’am, I beg you’ll not chide her. I should be flattered indeed to receive such a welcome.’

‘I fear, ma’am, our Letitia is a sad madcap,’ Miss Grayson said. ‘Pray will you not be seated? My honoured brother told me we might expect the pleasure of this visit.’

Miss Grayson’s honoured brother at that moment made his entry and stayed some little while in converse with Miss Merriot. When he went out again he took his sister with him. Robin enjoyed an hour’s tête-à-tête with Miss Letty, at the end of which time the lackey came in to announce the arrival of Mr Merriot to fetch his sister.

Mr Merriot must come in, Letty declared. Her greeting was scarcely less warm than had been her greeting to Robin. Sir Humphrey, reappearing, was cordial enough, and had to endure a rapturous hug from his daughter upon his announcement of an invitation but this instant received from my Lady Dorling, for a masked ball. My Lady Dorling begged the pleasure of the Misses Graysons’ company, and Sir Humphrey said that Letty might go.

Would Miss Merriot be there? – Miss Merriot could not answer with certainty.