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  ‘No, no, Freddy, indeed I’m not inebriated!’

  ‘Lord, no, Kit! Nothing of that sort! Just a little bit on the go! Call for some coffee! Soon set you to rights!’

  ‘I don’t want it! I am quite sober, I promise you! Oh, Freddy, please listen to me!’

  Mr Standen, however undistinguished a scholar, was at home to a peg in all matters of social usage. He knew well that it was useless to expostulate with persons rather up in the world. Miss Charing had stretched out an impulsive hand, and was clutching the sleeve of his coat in a way that could not but render him acutely apprehensive, but he refrained from drawing her attention to this. He said soothingly: ‘Of course! With the greatest pleasure on earth!’

  To his relief, she released him. He smoothed his sleeve carefully, and was inclined to think that no irreparable damage had been done to it.

  ‘I cannot and I will not return to Arnside!’ announced Kitty. ‘At least, I suppose I must for a little while, but I won’t remain there, meekly waiting for—for some obliging person to marry me! By hook or by crook I mean to go to London! Ever since I was seventeen I have yearned to go. Uncle Matthew will not let me. He says it would be a great waste of money, and that it is not to be thought of. It is useless to argue with him upon that head: in fact, it is much worse than useless, because the last time I begged him to let me go with Fish, for one week, only to see the sights, he went to bed, and stayed there for a fortnight, and would do nothing but throw things at Spiddle and poor Fish, and groan in the most affecting way whenever I entered his room! He said he had nourished a serpent in his bosom, and that I did not care how soon he was dead and buried, besides being giddy, and selfish, and too young to go to London. Of course, the thing was that he could not let me go without Fish, and that would have meant that there would have been no one left at Arnside to order everything as he likes, for he won’t employ a housekeeper, you know.’

  ‘Very hard case,’ said Freddy politely. ‘But it ain’t got anything to do with—’

  ‘It has, Freddy, it has!’ insisted Kitty. ‘Only consider! If you were to offer for me, and I should accept your offer, Lord and Lady Legerwood would wish to see me, would they not?’

  ‘Have seen you,’ Freddy said, entering a caveat.

  ‘Well, yes, but not at all lately. They—they would wish to present me to their acquaintance! Freddy, don’t you think your mama would invite me to stay with her, in Mount Street? Just for one little month?’

  Mr Standen, perceiving a straw, clutched at it. ‘Tell you what, Kit! Ask my mother to invite you. Fond of me: very likely to do it to oblige me. No need to be betrothed!’

  For a moment her eyes brightened; then they clouded again, and she sighed, and shook her head. ‘It wouldn’t serve. Ever since the buttered lobsters Uncle Matthew is convinced that he has only a few months to live! He had a dreadful colic, you know, and nothing will persuade him that it was only the lobsters, which he would eat for supper! He says his heart is very weak, and that Dr Fenwick is a clodpole. That’s why there is all this bustle about his Will. He is determined to provide for me before he dies, so, you see, he could never be prevailed upon to let me go to London if I were still unbetrothed. He would be bound to suspect I should elope with a half-pay officer.’

  ‘I don’t see that,’ objected Freddy, painfully following the gist of this tumultuous speech.

  ‘Well, I don’t either,’ admitted Kitty, ‘but it is what he always says, whenever I have asked him if I might not go to London. He has the greatest dislike of military men, and when the militia were quartered in the neighbourhood he would scarcely allow me even to walk to the village. But if I were betrothed to you, Freddy, he could not refuse to let me go on that score. He could not refuse on any score, because if Lady Legerwood would be so obliging as to invite me to Mount Street it would not cost him a penny above my coach-fare. And there can be not the least necessity for Fish to go too, so that he may be sure that things will go on at Arnside just as they should.’

  ‘Yes, but—’

  ‘And, Freddy, only think! He said that if I became engaged to one of you he would give me a hundred pounds for my bride-clothes! A—hundred—pounds, Freddy!’

  ‘You know, Kit,’ said Mr Standen, momentarily diverted, ‘dashed if he ain’t the kind of fellow who behaves scaly to waiters! A Plum wouldn’t buy the half of your bride-clothes! Forget how much blunt m’father dropped when Meg was married, but—’

  ‘More than a hundred pounds?’ said Kitty, awed. ‘It seems a very great sum to me. But it was quite different in your sister’s case! I mean, she is the eldest of you, and I expect your father wished her to have the very best sort of bride-clothes. Truly, I think I could contrive very well with a hundred pounds! I don’t want grand dresses, or jewels, or costly furs. Just—just one or two pretty ones, so that I need not be a dowd! Freddy, I know I am not beautiful, but don’t you think I might be passable, if I could be more in the mode?’

  This appeal awoke an instant response in one whose exquisite taste was the envy of the ton. ‘I know what you mean,’ said Freddy sympathetically. ‘Need a little town-bronze! Give you a new touch!’

  ‘Yes, that is it!’ she said eagerly. ‘I knew you would understand!’

  ‘Well, I do, and, what’s more, I’d be very happy to do anything in my power to oblige you. Dashed awkward thing to have to say, but not marriage, dear girl! We shouldn’t suit! Assure we should not! Besides, I don’t want to be married.’

  She broke into a gurgle of laughter. ‘How can you be so absurd? Of course we should not suit! I did not mean we were to be really betrothed! Only hoaxing!’

  ‘Oh!’ said Freddy, relieved. He considered the matter for a moment, and perceived a flaw. ‘No, that won’t do. Bound to find ourselves in the basket. Can’t puff off an engagement, and then not get married.’

  ‘Yes, we can! I know people often cry off!’

  ‘Good God, Kitty, you can’t ask me to do a thing like that!’ exclaimed Freddy indignantly.

  ‘But why should you not? I assure you I shan’t take a pet, or care for it!’

  ‘Well, I won’t do it, that’s all!’ said Freddy, with unexpected firmness. ‘Shocking bad ton! Now, don’t start disputing about it, Kit, because it ain’t a bit of use! Good God, a pretty figure I should cut!’

  He was evidently a good deal moved. Kitty said placably: ‘Oh, very well! I’ll cry off. There can be no objection to that!’

  ‘Yes, but it would make me look like a flat!’ protested Freddy.

  ‘No, no! Everyone would say you were very well rid of me! Besides, I daresay it would not make such a stir after all.’

  ‘Well, it would. Dash it, notice in the Gazette—friends felicitating one—dress-party—wedding-gifts!’

  ‘I hadn’t thought of that,’ admitted Kitty. ‘I don’t think we should send a notice to the Gazette.’

  ‘I’m dashed sure we shouldn’t!’ said Freddy, with feeling.

  ‘You may easily hit upon an excuse for our keeping the engagement private. After all, it will only be for one month!’

  He blinked. ‘But there’s no sense in being engaged for a month!’

  ‘Freddy,’ she said earnestly, ‘anything may happen in a month!’

  ‘Yes, I know it may. The thing is I ain’t one of these care-for-nothings, and I don’t want anything to happen. No, and another thing! I don’t want to be roasted all over town, which I should be. Everyone knows I ain’t in the petticoat-line!’

  ‘No one will know we are engaged,’ she coaxed him. ‘I mean, no one except the family, because we shan’t announce it in a formal way.’

  ‘Now, listen, Kit!’ said Freddy reasonably. ‘If no one’s to know of it, there ain’t a bit of sense in it!’

  A faint flush stole into her cheeks. ‘Yes, there is, because we are obliged to hoax Uncle Matthew. And—and I think we won’t tell anyone�