Black Sheep

'You didn't! You – you said –' Her sense of the ridiculous came to her rescue; she burst out laughing. 'Odious creature! Now, do, pray, stop roasting me! What do you really wish me to tell you?'

'Oh, I was merely seeking information! I don't recall that I ever visited Bath in the days of my youth, so I rely on you to tell me just what are its rules and etiquette – as they concern one desirous of entering society.'

'You?' she exclaimed, casting a surprised look up at him.

'But of course! How else could I hope to pursue my acquaintance with –' He paused, encountering a dangerous gleam in her eyes, and continued smoothly: 'Lady Weaverham, and her amiable daughter!'

She bit her lip. 'No, indeed! How shatterbrained I am! Lady Weaverham has several amiable daughters, too.'

'Good God! Are they all fubsy-faced?'

'A – a little!' she acknowledged. 'You will be able to judge for yourself, if you mean to attend the balls at the New Assembly Rooms. I am afraid there are no balls or concerts held at the Lower Rooms until November. You will find it an agreeable day promenade, however, and I expect there will be some public lectures given there. Concerts are given every Wednesday evening at the New Rooms. And there is also the Harmonic Society,' she said, warming to her task. 'They sing catches and glees, and meet at the White Hart. At least, they do during the season, but I am not perfectly sure –'

'I shall make it my business to discover the date of the first meeting. Meanwhile, my pretty rogue, that will do!'

Miss Wendover toyed for a moment with the idea of giving him a sharp set-down for addressing her so improperly, but decided that it would be wiser to ignore his impertinence. She said: 'Not fond of music, sir? Oh, well, perhaps you have a taste for cards! There are two card-rooms at the New Assembly Rooms: one of them is an octagon, and generally much admired – but I ought to warn you that hazard is not allowed, or any unlawful game. And you cannot play cards at all on Sundays.'

'You dismay me! What, by the way, are the unlawful games you speak of ?'

'I don't know,' she said frankly, 'but that's what it says in the Rules. I expect it wouldn't do to start a faro bank, or anything of that nature.'

'I shouldn't wonder at it if you were right,' he agreed, with the utmost gravity. 'And how do I gain admittance to this establishment?'

'Oh, you write your name in Mr King's book, if you wish to become a subscriber! He is the M.C., and the book is kept at the Pump Room. Dress balls are on Monday, card assemblies on Tuesday, and Fancy balls on Thursday. The balls begin soon after seven o'clock, and end punctually at eleven. Only country dances are permitted at the Dress balls, but there are in general two cotillions danced at the Fancy balls. Oh, and you pay sixpence for Tea, on admission!'

'And they say Bath is a slow place! You appear to be gay to dissipation. What happens, by the way, if eleven o'clock strikes in the middle of one of your country dances?'

She laughed. 'The music stops! That's in the Rules too!'

They had reached Sydney Place by this time, and she stopped outside her house, and held out her hand. 'This is where I live, so I will say goodbye to you, Mr Calverleigh. I am much obliged to you for escorting me home, and trust you will enjoy your sojourn in Bath.'

'Yes, if only I am not knocked-up by all the frisks and jollifications you've described to me,' he said, taking her hand, and retaining it for a moment in a strong clasp. He smiled down at her. 'I won't say goodbye to you, but au revoir, Miss Wendover!'

She had been afraid that he would insist on entering the house with her to make Selina's acquaintance, and was relieved when he made no such attempt, merely waiting until Mitton opened the door, and then striding away, with no more than a wave of his hand.

She found, on going upstairs, that Selina had promoted herself to the sofa in the drawing-room, and had had the gratification of receiving a visit from Mrs Leavening. She was so full of Bedfordshire gossip that it was some time before Abby had the opportunity to tell her that Mrs Grayshott's son had at last been restored to her. She found it unaccountably difficult to disclose that Mr Miles Calverleigh had brought him to Bath, and when, after responding to her sister's exclamatory enquiries, she did disclose it, her voice was a trifle too airy.

Selina, fortunately, was too much surprised to notice it. She

ejaculated: 'What? Poor Mr Calverleigh's uncle? The one you told me about? The one that was sent away in disgrace? You don't mean it! But why did he bring the young man home? I should have thought Mr Balking would have done so!'

'I believe he took care of him on the voyage.'

'Good gracious! Well, he can't be so very bad after all! and very likely Mr Stacy Calverleigh isn't either! Unless, of course, he only came to find his nephew – not that there is anything bad about that: in fact, it shows he has very proper feeling!'

'Well, he hasn't!' said Abby. 'He didn't know his nephew was in Bath, and he hasn't any family feelings whatsoever!'

'Now, my love, how can you possibly – Don't tell me you've actually met him?'

'He came to call on Mrs Grayshott while I was there – and was so obliging as to escort me home. Quite Gothic!'

'I don't think it in the least Gothic,' asserted Selina. 'It gives me a very good opinion of him! Just like his nephew, whose manners are so particularly pleasing!'

'From all you have told me about his nephew, Mr Miles Calverleigh is nothing like him!' said Abby, with an involuntary choke of laughter. 'He is neither handsome nor fashionable, and his manners are deplorable!'

Selina, regarding her with real concern, said: 'Dearest, I am persuaded you must be yielding to prejudice, and indeed you should not, though, to be sure, dear Rowland was always used to say it was your besetting sin, but that was when you were a mere child, and perfectly understandable, as I told Rowland, because one cannot expect to find young heads – no, I mean old heads on young shoulders – not that I should expect to find heads on any shoulders at all, unless, of course, it was a freak! Which I know very little about, because you must remember, Abby, that dear Papa had the greatest dislike of affairs, and would never permit us to go to one. Now, what in the world have I said to cast you into whoops?'

'Nothing in the world, Selina!' Abby said, as well as she could for laughter. 'On – on the contrary! You've t-told me that in spite of all my f-faults I'm not a freak!'