His actions consistently proving quite the opposite, Miss Talbot felt her smile become somewhat fixed as Mr Pemberton began to extol the virtues of a mare that anyone with two eyes could see was not only short in the back but quite viciously tempered. Why, it would throw her within the week; she was quite appalled. It would not do – she could not risk dying before she had got married, not even to hasten the marriage itself. She was about to declare herself quite faint, feeling this was the only possible escape, when she noticed with horror that Radcliffe was walking nearby, scanning the horses with a discerning eye, a young man walking beside him – Radcliffe’s tiger, from the look of his livery.
Miss Talbot turned her head away and down. While their last encounter had not ended with too much hostility, she had not forgotten Radcliffe’s promise to repay her for the discomfort she had caused him. And she doubted he had either. She prayed they would walk on past without noticing her … but it was too late. She had been spotted, and Radcliffe was walking towards them now, eyes alight with mischief, clearly bent on causing her an upset. He drew closer. Glancing from Miss Talbot, to the horse and on to Mr Pemberton – who had yet to notice his arrival, still lecturing to himself – Radcliffe seemed at once to reach a perfect understanding of the situation. His lip curled. Miss Talbot shot him a warning glance, which he ignored. Would a shooing hand gesture be too rude?
‘Good lord, Pemberton,’ Radcliffe drawled, ‘you are not seriously thinking of purchasing this creature, are you?’ His tiger chuckled from beside him, shaking his head.
Mr Pemberton turned, bristling. ‘This is the horse Miss Talbot desires, yes,’ he blustered, quite untruthfully, ‘I am purchasing it on her behalf.’
‘Even worse,’ Radcliffe retorted, ‘I thought you wiser than this, Miss Talbot. Pemberton, you’d be better off looking at the pretty piebald by the west gate. This one will be throwing a leg within the first month.’
He left, with a mocking bow towards Kitty that told her he knew exactly what kind of mess he had left in his wake. Pemberton did not want to tarry a moment longer – especially when he saw with outrage Kitty’s longing glance towards the piebald Radcliffe had pointed out. This was quite the cherry upon the top of his rage, and he stormed out towards his curricle, Kitty hurrying quickly behind for fear he might actually leave her there. Despite its promising start, the event could no longer be called a success, she thought gloomily, listening to Pemberton’s splutterings and ruminations on the drive home. The fact that Pemberton had been humiliated was bad enough, but for the humiliation to have taken place in public and in front of the object of his affections was simply too much for a man who invested so much worth in his public image.
Kitty had been tarred by the brush of this encounter – and though it was of course within her talents to regain her former position, it would take a great deal of effort. She sighed, ignoring Pemberton’s diatribe against Lord Radcliffe except to offer agreement at intervals, though inside, her own insults against the man’s person were far more imaginative. Indeed, by the time Kitty was returned home – Mr Pemberton bidding her a cold good afternoon – she had become quite cross with Radcliffe.
Later that evening, Kitty, dressed in a gown of pale blue crêpe, Cecily, in faintest pink satin, and Aunt Dorothy, in dashing violet, arrived at the grand town house that was to host that night’s ball. Spotting Lord Radcliffe, Kitty promptly left Cecily and Dorothy to their own devices and approached in high dudgeon.
‘Dance with me,’ she demanded, walking straight up to him. He eyed her warily.
‘Thank you, but no,’ he said. ‘I should have mentioned that I also do not dance with persons who appear to want to murder me.’
‘Dance with me,’ she repeated. ‘I have some things I should like to say to you.’
‘Dear God,’ he groaned. ‘What now?’
‘I shall tell you what now,’ she hissed at him. ‘What on earth did you think you were doing at Tattersall’s today? What was that?’
‘I rather thought,’ he said, ‘that I was helping Pemberton to avoid making a very unwise purchase. Surely you could see that it wasn’t a good choice?’
‘Of course I could,’ she snapped. ‘But I never would have let him buy the creature – and my method of ensuring this would not have caused Mr Pemberton so much distress. You have set me back in his estimation something awfully – you must never do such a thing again!’