“I’ve got to stop Sebastian!” the girl cried out, wrenching open the doors and disappearing into the corridor, leaving Fanny and Antoinette gaping at Lady Indigo.
“Sebastian?” It was Antoinette who repeated his name on a question. “Why would she want to stop Sebastian?”
Fanny rose, as the answer that seemed too outlandish to countenance came to her.
Lady Indigo rose also.
And Antoinette.
In a party of rustling skirts and piqued curiosity, they went to the large windows that looked out over the driveway.
The driveway where they could see the horses pulling Mr Wells’s carriage gaining speed.
The driveway where they now saw the small, slight form of Miss Venetia Stone in a most unladylike, and most unexpected fashion, sprinting after the ponderous equipage that was rolling down the gravel driveway toward the stone gates at the entrance to the park.
“Dear lord, what has come over Venetia,” murmured Lady Indigo. “I think she has finally lost her mind.”
“Oh Antoinette, did we miss what was right under our noses,” gasped Fanny as they continued to watch the extraordinary sight of Venetia putting on enough speed to reach the carriage and beat upon the windows.
“Where’s my quizzing glass!” cried Lady Indigo. “What’s going on?”
But neither Fanny nor Antoinette had any intention of leaving the scene of such entertainment to fetch Lady Indigo’s quizzing glass, instead regaling her with the extraordinary events now unfolding.
“The carriage is slowing!” cried Antoinette.
“It’s stopped, and someone is getting out,” Fanny said.
“Who’s getting out?” demanded Lady Indigo.
“It’s...it’s Sebastian, of course!” Fanny squinted, clasping her hands on a gasp as she squealed. “And he’s kissing her. Goodness! In front of the coachman and...my lord...in front of Mr Wells. Yes, he’s just got out of the carriage too.”
“And he’s still kissing her!” Antoinette cried. “And now he’s just untied her cap and thrown it away.”
“But he’s still kissing her!” said Fanny. “And running his fingers through her hair. Such beautiful dark-brown hair.”
“Good lord!” breathed Lady Indigo after some moments during which they all watched, transfixed, through the window. “He can’t still be kissing her! What is Mr Wells doing? He surely must be trying to make them stop.”
“He’s just standing there,” said Fanny. “Oh, and now they’ve stopped. And Mr Wells is shaking Sebastian’s hand.”
“Oh my!” cried Antoinette. “Now Mr Wells is embracing Venetia. Would you believe it?”
“I would not!” Lady Indigo looked enraged. “It’s outrageous! I said it before, and I’ll say it again. Venetia has lost her wits together with all sense of decorum. She will be severely punished.”
Fanny exchanged glances with Antoinette. “I think,” she said, “that might not be possible.”
“What do you mean?” Lady Indigo asked sharply.
“Venetia is getting into the carriage with Sebastian and his father,” said Fanny.
“And they’re ignoring the gardener who is running after them holding out Venetia’s cap,” said Antoinette. “So, I think they’ll ignore you, too.”
“I’m afraid so,” agreed Fanny with feigned regret. She smiled at Lady Indigo. Then she smiled at Antoinette. “I think that Sebastian has finally found the girl with the dark-brown hair he’s been looking for all this time. His long-lost true love.”
THE END