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  Kitty stared at her, her brain working swiftly. Secluded though her life had been, she was well aware that there was perhaps no one amongst Dolphinton’s relations who would not be shocked by such an alliance as this. Even Freddy, good-natured though he was, would frown upon it, she thought, recalling his disparaging remarks about the late Mr Yalding. In the eyes of society, Dolphinton’s peculiarities were outweighed by his birth; the enjoyment of a substantial fortune was the only thing that could render Miss Plymstock eligible, and she had no fortune at all. But Kitty, looking at that homely countenance, could see poor, bewildered Dolphinton happily ambling round his Irish bog, ruled certainly, but kindly, and as certainly protected from his mother’s disturbing influence. She drew a breath, and said: ‘I’ll help you!’

  Miss Plymstock’s already high colour deepened to a rich beetroot. ‘You’re very obliging! I’m not one to wrap things up in clean linen, so I’ll tell you I know how he was made to offer for you, and what you said when you rejected him, and it made me think you was a nice girl, and one I’d be glad to meet. Once his ring’s on my finger I shall know what to do, for I’m not afraid of any of them; but the thing is, how to get it there? You must know, Miss Charing, that he’s got a set of spies round him, that carry tales to his Mama. I don’t doubt she’s told them he’s a trifle queer in his head. Well! If Sam—that’s my brother!—would lend me his aid, I could maybe do the thing, but he won’t, for he don’t like Foster, and he would be glad to match me with a friend of his own, if he could do it. What he says is, an Earl’s all very well if he’s affluent, but one like Foster, with a weak head and no fortune, is a bad bargain. But to my way of thinking he’s a better bargain than a tea-merchant, with snuff all over his waistcoat, and one foot in the grave—even if Mr Muthill was to offer for me, which I’ll lay my life he don’t mean to!’

  ‘Exactly so!’ said Kitty faintly.

  ‘I’ve thought of Gretna Green,’ pursued Miss Plymstock, ‘because banns won’t serve. If her ladyship didn’t discover we had put ’em up, Sam would, for he keeps a close watch on me. I know it ain’t the thing to be married across the Border—’

  ‘No, pray do not do that!’ Kitty interrupted, much shocked.

  ‘I can’t do it, because it would cost a deal of money, and her ladyship don’t allow Foster more than a pittance. And it wouldn’t be good for Foster to be chasing to Scotland for as much as three days, I daresay, thinking all the time his Mama was on his heels,’ replied Miss Plymstock, with unshaken calm.

  ‘Oh, I am persuaded it would be very bad for him! We must think of a better scheme than that.’

  ‘But can you?’ asked Miss Plymstock.

  ‘Yes, between us we must be able to do so. I own I do not immediately perceive how it is to be contrived, but I mean to think very particularly about it. It will be best if Lady Dolphinton believes him to be obedient, I think. She is the most absurd creature! I daresay you are aware that she has compelled him still to angle for me! Should we not turn this to account? Recollect, if she knows him to be in my company she will be satisfied! Something may suggest itself: it must do so! If you do not object, I will encourage him to be a great deal in my company; and—though it will go sorely against the grain with me!—I’ll let her think I am not wholly averse from his suit.’

  ‘I’m agreeable,’ said Miss Plymstock. ‘But maybe this cousin Freddy of Foster’s won’t like it?’

  ‘Freddy? It has nothing—I mean,’ Kitty corrected herself hastily, ‘he will have not the least objection, I assure you!’

  Eleven

  In pursuance of her aims, Miss Charing allowed herself, with real heroism, to be inveigled by Lady Dolphinton into visiting the Dolphinton house in Grosvenor Place, a locality which her ladyship described disparagingly as quite out of the way, and this in so scornful a voice that Kitty quaked to think of what she might have said of so unmodish a quarter as Keppel Street.

  There had been a time when Lady Dolphinton had not spared to state her opinion of encroaching orphans, or her conviction that this particular orphan was a sly little hussy. It seemed that that was now to be forgotten. She was all amiability when Kitty presented herself in Grosvenor Place; and, since she could be agreeable enough when she chose, soon had the girl at her ease. She had the tact not to let Dolphinton appear, and the wit not to mention Mr Westruther; and if she tacitly assumed that Kitty had accepted Mr Standen’s offer as a means of establishing herself creditably, she did so with enough sympathy to make it hard for Kitty to be offended. The folly of the world in venerating the higher ranks of nobility was lightly touched upon; and also the advantages attached to a pretty young woman’s allying herself with a complaisant man. ‘But that I should not say to you, my dear! Freddy—dear creature!—is a Standen! You will discover soon enough how straitlaced a family!’

  Kitty could barely repress a smile, but by the time she had driven out with Dolphinton five times, and had twice accompanied him and his mother to the theatre, Mr Standen surprised her by delivering himself of a protest. He said that she was making a cake of herself.

  Kitty refuted the accusation with some heat. Mr Standen temporized. ‘Dashed well making a cake of me!’ he said.

  ‘Absurd!’

  ‘Well, it ain’t absurd. Here’s half the town knowing you’re engaged to me, and wondering if you’re going to tip me the double. Mind, I wouldn’t say a word if it weren’t Dolph! Coming it a bit too strong, Kit, to prefer a fellow like that to me!’

  ‘But, Freddy, we agreed that only your family should be told we were engaged! Surely you cannot have spread the news!’

  ‘I should rather think I haven’t! Now, for the lord’s sake, Kit, don’t be missish! You don’t suppose we could tell m’mother and Meg without its leaking out! Besides, Jasper knows too: no use denying it when he’d asked Meg already. Sisters!’ said Freddy, in a voice of loathing. He added, after a moment’s reflection: ‘That cousin of yours knows, too.’

  ‘Camille? No, indeed, he does not! I have not said a word to him about it, I promise you, Freddy!’

  ‘Told him myself,’ said Freddy.

  She fixed her eyes on his face. ‘But why?’

  ‘Thought it would a good thing to do,’ replied Freddy vaguely.

  ‘I can’t conceive why you should have done so!’

  ‘Oh, well! Cousin of yours!’ said Freddy, his attention on his quizzing-glass, which he was polishing with his handkerchief.

  ‘To be sure, yes! I do not object to his knowing, if he will not spread it about, for I have a particular kindness for him. He is a delightful man, don’t you think, Freddy?’

  ‘Very pleasant fellow,’ agreed Freddy.

  ‘Meg says his manners have a truly Gallic polish. She is in transports over him! There is just that sportive playfulness, you know, which Englishmen, in general, have not. And a most superior understanding!’

  ‘Shouldn’t be at all surprised,’ said Freddy. ‘In fact, I’m dashed sure he has!’

  She said, a little shyly: ‘You can’t conceive how happy it makes me to have so respectable a relation! It is not quite comfortable, you know, to have no one of one’s own family!’

  ‘No, I daresay it ain’t,’ said Freddy, his ready sympathy stirred. ‘Not but what you might have the better part of my relations, and welcome! However, I see what you mean, Kit. Thing is—no wish to interfere, but no use thinking you’re up to snuff yet, my dear girl, because you ain’t! Won’t do for you to encourage the Chevalier to dangle after you. Don’t want to be one of the on-dits of town!’

  ‘Oh, no, indeed I don’t!’ she replied, laughing. ‘But you quite mistake the matter, Freddy! Camille’s behaviour is unexceptionable! I daresay you may be thinking of Meg’s having invited him to go with us to the Argyll Rooms, but I assure you that was quite an extraordinary happening! I could see you did not like it above half, but remember! we are first cousins, and had then but just