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He decided to ignore this. ‘You and he are both past the age of romantical high-flights,’ he urged. ‘He is a very agreeable fellow, and I don’t doubt he’ll make you a kind husband. Generous too! You will have enough pin-money to make your sisters stare, a position of consequence, and you will be mistress of a very pretty establishment. It is not as though your affections were engaged otherwhere: of course, if that were so, it would be another matter; but, as I told Ludlow, though I could not answer for your sentiments upon this occasion, I could assure him that you had formed no other attachment.’

‘But that was not true, Papa,’ she said. ‘My affections were engaged many years ago.’

She said this so matter-of-factly that he thought he must have misunderstood her, and demanded a repetition of the remark. She very obligingly complied, and he exclaimed, quite thunderstruck: ‘So I am to believe that you have been wearing the willow, am I? Fudge! It is the first I have ever heard of such a thing! Pray, who may this man be?’

She got up, drawing her shawl about her shoulders. ‘It is of no consequence, Papa. He never thought of me, you see.’

With that, she drifted away in the indeterminate way which was peculiarly her own, leaving him baffled and furious.

He did not see her again until the family assembled for dinner; and by that time he had discussed the matter at such length with his son, his daughter-in-law, and his chaplain, and with such sublime disregard for the ears of his butler, two footmen, and his valet, all of whom at some time or another came within hearing, that there was hardly a soul in the house unaware that the Lady Hester had received, and meant to decline, a very flattering offer.

Lord Widmore, whose temper was rendered peevish by chronic dyspepsia, was quite as much vexed as his father; but his wife, a robust woman of alarmingly brusque manners, said, with the vulgarity for which she was famed: ‘Oh, flimflam! Mere flourishing! I’d lay a monkey you crammed her, sir, for that’s always your way. Leave it to me!’

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‘She’s as obstinate as a mule!’ said Lord Widmore fretfully.

This made his lady laugh heartily, and beg him not to talk like a nodcock, for a more biddable female than his sister, she said, never existed.

It was perfectly true. Except in her ability to attract eligible suitors of herself, Hester was the sort of daughter with whom the most exacting parent might have been pleased. She always did as she was told, and never argued about it. She indulged neither in sulks nor in hysterics; and if she was unable to attract the right men, at least she had never been known to encourage the wrong ones. She was a good sister, too; and could always be relied upon to take charge of her young nephews and nieces in times of crisis; or to entertain, uncomplainingly, the dullest man invited (willy-nilly) to a dinner-party.

The first person to discuss Sir Gareth’s proposal with her was not Lady Widmore, but the Reverend Augustus Whyteleafe, the Earl’s chaplain, who seized the earliest opportunity that offered of conveying to her his own reflections upon the occasion.

‘You will not object, I know, to my adverting to the topic, painful though it must be to you,’ he stated. ‘His lordship, I should perhaps mention, did me the honour to admit me into his confidence, feeling, I collect, that a word from a man in my position might bear weight with you.’

‘Oh, dear! I am sure it ought to,’ said Hester, in a consciencestricken tone.

‘But,’ said Mr Whyteleafe, squaring his shoulders. ‘I found myself obliged to inform his lordship that I could not take upon myself the office of Sir Gareth Ludlow’s advocate.’

‘How very brave of you!’ Hester said, sighing. ‘I am so glad, for I don’t at all wish to discuss it.’

‘It must indeed be repugnant to you. You will allow me, however, to tell you that I honour you for your decision, Lady Hester.’

She looked at him in mild surprise. ‘Good gracious, do you? I can’t think why you should.’

‘You have had the courage to spurn a match of mere worldly brilliance. A match which, I daresay, would have been welcome to any lady less highminded than yourself. Let me venture to say that you have done just as you should: nothing but misery, I am persuaded, could result from an alliance between yourself and a fashionable fribble.’

‘Poor Sir Gareth! I fear you are right, Mr Whyteleafe: I should make him such an odiously dull wife, should I not?’

‘A man of his frivolous tastes might think so,’ he agreed. ‘To a man of more serious disposition, however – But on this head I must not, at present, say more.’

He then made her a bow, looking at her in a very speaking way, and withdrew, leaving her hovering between amusement and consternation.

Her sister-in-law, who had not failed to mark the exchange, from the other end of the Long Gallery, where the party had assembled after dinner, did not hesitate, later, to ask her what had been said. ‘For if he had the effrontery to speak to you about this offer your papa has received, I hope you gave him a sharp set-down, Hetty! Such presumption! But there! I don’t doubt your papa egged him on. I promise you I made no bones about telling him that capping hounds to a scent won’t do in this case.’

‘Thank you: that was kind. But Mr Whyteleafe didn’t try to persuade me. Indeed, he said that he had told my father he would not, which I thought very courageous in him.’

‘Ay, that was what made Lord Brancaster as sulky as a bear. I’ll tell you what, Hetty: you’ll do well to accept Ludlow’s offer before Widmore puts it into your father’s head that you mean to have a beggarly parson for your husband.’

‘But I don’t,’ said Hester.

‘Lord, I know that! But I have eyes in my head, and I can see that Whyteleafe is growing extremely particular in his attentions. The devil of it is that Widmore has seen it too, and you know what a slowtop he is, my dear! Your father’s another. I don’t doubt he said something to put you in a tweak.’

‘Oh, no!’ Hester said calmly.

‘At all events, he told you Ludlow was still moping for that girl he was betrothed to the deuce knows how many years ago!’ said Lady Widmore bluntly. ‘If you take my advice, you won’t heed him! I never saw a man less in the dumps that Ludlow.’

‘No, indeed. Or a man less in love,’ remarked Hester.