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  ‘Does signify. Here’s m’mother wanting to know what I’m about to let you go all over town with Dolph! Never felt such a flat in my life!’

  ‘Oh, I am so very sorry!’ said Kitty contritely.

  ‘Yes, I daresay, but I’m dashed if I see what your lay is! If you wanted Dolph, why the deuce didn’t you accept his offer? No need to have dragged me into the business at all.’

  Kitty laid an impulsive hand on his arm. ‘Freddy, you could not think that I would ever marry poor Dolph?’

  ‘Well, no,’ admitted Freddy. ‘In fact, I’ll take dashed good care you don’t!’

  ‘I don’t want to! Though, I must say, Freddy, it is not in the least your affair!’

  ‘That’s just what it is,’ said Freddy bitterly. ‘No good saying I ain’t responsible for you, because I am. Mind, I didn’t think I should have to be at the outset—well, stands to reason I didn’t! Wouldn’t have let you talk me into this!—but the more I think of it the more I see that if you go and do something cork-brained there ain’t a soul who won’t say it was my fault for not taking better care of you.’

  ‘Oh, no, Freddy!’ she cried, shocked. ‘How could people say such a thing?’

  ‘Well, they would. What’s more, quite true! Daresay I’d say it myself. Can’t bring a girl to town like this, and then let her do something bird-witted. Not the thing!’

  ‘I promise you I won’t do anything bird-witted!’ Kitty said earnestly, clasping his hand. ‘Indeed, Freddy, I don’t mean to tease you, for I am so very much obliged to you! And I never, never meant to be a charge on you!’

  Much discomposed, Freddy made inarticulate noises. Miss Charing, still holding his hand, thought profoundly. Recovering himself, Freddy said: ‘No need to talk like that, Kit: happy to be of service! Fond of you! Proud of you, too.’

  She turned her eyes towards him, astonished. ‘Proud of me? Oh, no! how could you be? You’re hoaxing me!’

  ‘No, I ain’t. You’ve got taste, Kit. Always look just the thing! Credit to me!’ He paused, and added, his brow creasing: ‘At least, except when you wear the wrong jewels. Ought to let me give you that garnet-set! No reason why you shouldn’t: the merest trumpery! Assure you!’

  ‘There is every reason!’ she responded, pressing his hand tightly, her eyes swimming. ‘Oh, Freddy, you are so very good to me, and I see what a Wretch I am to have put you in this fix!’

  ‘No, no!’ he said, horrified to see tears in her eyes. ‘Now, for the lord’s sake, Kit—! Nothing to cry about! Besides, can’t cry here! Have all the fools gaping at us! I ain’t in a fix. Only thing is, won’t have you attaching Dolph to you.’ He looked round the room. ‘Where the deuce is the fellow?’ he demanded.

  ‘In one of the other rooms. Oh, Freddy, dare I trust you?’

  ‘Well, upon my word!’ he exclaimed, affronted. ‘Seems to me that if you didn’t know that when you made me become engaged to you you must be as badly dicked in the nob as Dolph!’

  ‘Yes, yes, but this is not my secret, and I promised I would betray it to no one!’

  ‘What secret?’ said Freddy, blinking.

  ‘Well—Freddy, you are fond of Dolph, are you not?’

  ‘No,’ replied Freddy. ‘What I mean is, sorry for the poor fellow, of course. Dash it, couldn’t be fond of him!’

  ‘No, I suppose—At all events, you wouldn’t harm him, would you, Freddy?’

  ‘Of course I wouldn’t harm him!’

  ‘Even if you could not quite like what he meant to do?’ Kitty said anxiously.

  Suspicion gleamed in his mild eye. No one could have called Mr Standen quick-witted, but the possession of three sisters had considerably sharpened his instinct of self-preservation. ‘Depends what that is,’ he said cautiously. ‘If it has anything to do with you, Kit—’

  ‘No, I promise you it has not!’

  ‘Sounds to me like a smoke,’ he said, by no means convinced. ‘Because if it hasn’t anything to do with you–’

  ‘Only that I am going to help him!’

  Mr Standen thought this over, and came to the conclusion that there was only one way in which his unfortunate relative could be helped. ‘If you’re hatching a scheme to poison Aunt Augusta, I won’t have anything to do with it!’ he said.

  ‘How can you be so absurd? Of course I am not!’

  ‘Good thing, if one could do it,’ said Freddy handsomely. ‘Thing is, bound to be a scandal. If it ain’t that, what do you mean to do?’

  ‘Let us go and find Dolph!’ said Kitty. ‘Mind, Freddy! Even though you may not approve of it, you won’t breathe a word to your Aunt Augusta!’

  The suggestion that he could be thought capable either of enacting the rôle of informer, or of bandying unnecessary words with Lady Dolphinton, so much revolted Mr Standen that he was moved to expostulate. Kitty begged pardon hastily, and dragged him into the adjoining room. Here Lord Dolphinton and Miss Plymstock were discovered, seated side by side upon a plush-covered settee in the middle of the room, his lordship plunged in gloom, and Miss Plymstock soothingly patting his hand. When they perceived Miss Charing and her escort, they both rose, Dolphinton looking frightened, and Miss Plymstock pugnacious.

  ‘I think, Hannah, that you have already met Mr Standen,’ said Kitty. ‘I have told him nothing, but I think we ought to admit him into our confidence, and I have come to ask your permission to do so.’

  ‘How d’ye do?’ said Miss Plymstock, extending a hand sensibly gloved in York tan. ‘Miss Charing was so obliging as to say that you would not take exception to Foster’s being a good deal in her company, but I thought to myself that she was very likely mistaken. You’re Foster’s cousin Freddy, ain’t you?’

  Considerably taken aback, Freddy admitted it. His hand was crushed in a hearty grip; Miss Plymstock said in her blunt fashion: ‘I daresay you won’t like it above half, but I mean to marry Foster, and you don’t look to me like one who would try to throw a rub in the way!’

  ‘No, no!’ uttered Freddy feebly, casting a wild glance in Miss Charing’s direction.

  ‘Miss Charing is being so kind as to lend us her aid,’ pursued Miss Plymstock. ‘For my brother don’t like the match any more than the Countess would, I can tell you, and how to meet Foster, with the spies we both have set about us, is more than either of us knew how to do. But Sam—that’s my brother—only knows I bear Miss Charing company on some of her expeditions; and the Countess is pleased enough to think Foster is fixing his interest with her; and if she knows I go along too, as I don’t doubt she does, she don’t think any more than that Miss Charing takes me for propriety, which is what anyone would expect; and if she saw me she wouldn’t spare me a second glance, I’ll lay my life, for I’m no beauty, and never was.’

  Mr Standen, reeling under the impact of this forthright speech, had scarcely recovered himself sufficiently to murmur a polite rejoinder, when he received (as he afterwards expressed it to Miss Charing) a floorer from Lord Dolphinton, who said: ‘Yes, you are. Very beautiful. Kind of face I like.’

  Mr Standen took another look at the homely countenance confronting him, realized that his unfortunate cousin was of unsounder mind than he had supposed, and said kindly; ‘Exactly so!’

  ‘Well, that’s all a hum,’ said Miss Plymstock bracingly. ‘What’s more, my brother’s in trade, and so was my father before him, and I’ve no fortune. I’m telling you so to your head, because no good ever came of hoaxing people. If you think I ain’t fit to match with an Earl, why, I know that as well as anyone, but I shall make Foster a better wife than any of the grand ladies he might offer for, and so I assure you!’

  Much alarmed by the unmistakeably belligerent note in Miss Plymstock’s voice, Freddy hastened to say: ‘Nothing to do with me! Not my affair, y’know!’

  ‘You would not try to intervene, would you, Freddy?’ Kitty asked.

  ‘No