The paths were indeed dry, but Randall soon discovered that they were not wide enough for them all to walk together. Harriett took Mrs Bentinck’s arm and moved ahead, leaving him no option but to walk beside Mary Endacott.

‘I doubt this is how you intended to spend your afternoon,’ she remarked. ‘If you have business elsewhere I do not mind walking alone.’

‘I am perfectly happy to escort you.’ He held out his arm to her. ‘Besides, to do anything else would incur my sister’s wrath.’

She chuckled at that.

‘I cannot imagine that would worry you overmuch.’

‘You were at school with Harriett, Miss Endacott. You know that she is not one to be gainsaid. All the Latymors are strong-willed, except my youngest sister, Sarah. She is very biddable.’

‘Overwhelmed by the rest of you, no doubt.’

‘Very likely. She is certainly unlike her twin, Gideon. He is a hothead.’

* * *

They strolled on, mainly in silence, but occasionally stopping to admire the new plantings and statuary that had been installed in the gardens. Randall found himself relaxing and enjoying the afternoon sunshine. He glanced down at the silent figure beside him. Mary looked completely at ease and he thought how comfortable it was to have a woman on his arm who did not consider it necessary to be chattering all the time. She was just the right height, too, her head no higher than his shoulder. They passed the new rose garden with its arbour at the far end. He imagined sitting beside her on the bench when the roses were in bloom and filling the air with their heavy scent. She might rest her head on his shoulder then. And if the air should be a little chill he might put his arm around her and rest his cheek against those dusky curls...

Confound it, man, you need to stop this, now!

‘I beg your pardon, my lord, did you say something?’

She turned her face up to him, delicate brows raised, green eyes enquiring. Randall felt a sudden impulse to pull her close and plant a kiss on those full, red lips. The rush of desire that fired his blood surprised him and he looked away quickly, clearing his throat as he sought for words.

‘You are returning to your, ah, business very soon, I believe.’

‘Yes, my lord. On Saturday.’

He kept his eyes fixed ahead, noting idly that they had fallen some way behind his sister and Mrs Bentinck.

‘And will you be sorry to leave?’

‘Of course. The Bentincks are not only relatives but very old friends and I allowed myself this short holiday after completing my trip to Cuckfield. My father left certain...affairs outstanding there when he died just over a year ago and I have now resolved them.’ She added, after a brief pause, ‘Debts, my lord.’

‘Ah, I see.’

‘I doubt it.’

‘Is that why you are obliged to, er, earn your living, to pay off his debts?’

She surprised him by laughing at that.

‘Not at all, I enjoy what I do, my l

ord. I hope you will not think me boastful if I say I have a talent for it. I am an independent woman, beholden to no one. In fact, I shall be glad to get back to work. I could not be happy with a life of idleness.’

‘Nor I.’

‘Then we are agreed upon something.’ She smiled up at him, as if relieved at the thought.

A mood of recklessness swept through Randall.

‘Why wait?’

‘My lord?’

They had reached a crossing in the path and with his superior height Randall could see over the surrounding hedge. Harriett and her companion were now making their way back through the box garden and towards the house. He led Mary into the shrubbery.

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