Masqueraders by Georgette Heyer Read Free Book Online

for that sprightly lady, but Prudence reflected that there were mysteries and secrets of her own enough to keep close without the addition of another’s. She evaded my lady’s questions. She claimed no acquaintance with Sir Humphrey, but believed Sir Anthony Fanshawe had solicited his kindness on her behalf. My lady was left to make what she could of this; Prudence went downstairs to the room looking out on to the street that was used for morning callers.
    There arose at her entrance a tall thin gentleman with stooping shoulders and a limp. He wore the powdered wig of Fashion, but neglected to paint his face. The brown eyes, not unlike Miss Letty’s own, held some trouble. He had the look of a man prematurely aged by ill-health.
    The gentleman bowed to Mr Merriot, leaning the while on his cane. Mr Merriot returned the bow and was swift to pull forward a chair for the visitor. ‘Sir Humphrey Grayson, I believe? Sir, you honour me. Will you not be seated?’
    A certain grimness about Sir Humphrey’s mouth vanished as his glance took in Mr Merriot. The young gentleman had a great air of Fashion, but practised what Sir Humphrey had come to believe an old-fashioned courtesy towards the elder generation. He took the chair offered, with a passing reference to a gouty foot. There was a slight squaring of the bent shoulders: it was evident this elderly gentleman had little relish for his visit. ‘Mr Merriot, I believe you must know the reason of my being here,’ he said bluntly. ‘Let me be plain with you. My daughter has put me in your debt.’
    A stiff-backed old man; one must perforce pity the hurt to his pride. Prudence made swift answer. ‘Why, sir, I protest, there is no need for such talk! Do me the favour of letting a very trifling service be forgot!’
    There were further signs of thaw. ‘Bear with me, Mr Merriot. You must do me the honour of accepting my very heartfelt thanks for your rescue of my daughter.’
    ‘Why, sir, there is nothing to all this. My part was played but a bare half-hour before Sir Anthony came upon us. He would have settled the business as quickly had I let be. Pray let us not speak of it! I am happy to have been of service to Miss Grayson. Or thank my sister, sir, whose quicker wits devised the little plot.’
    Sir Humphrey permitted himself to smile, and to incline his head. ‘I do indeed desire to render my thanks to Miss Merriot. My foolish daughter can talk of naught else but that same plot. At least allow me to compliment you on a tricksy piece of sword-play.’
    Prudence gave her rich chuckle. ‘An old ruse, sir, but useful. I trust Miss Grayson finds herself none the worse for her adventure?’
    ‘Rest assured, sir, my daughter is incorrigible.’ But a reluctant smile went with the words.
    ‘Why, sir, it’s a child, after all, with a child’s desire for a romantic venture.’
    ‘It might have led to a most damaging scandal, Mr Merriot.’
    Prudence discerned some anxiety in Sir Humphrey’s eye, and made haste to reassure. ‘All fear of that must be at an end with you sir; of that I am certain. None save Sir Anthony and ourselves can know aught of the matter.’
    There was again a bow. ‘My daughter should count herself fortunate in meeting so discreet a friend in her trouble,’ said Sir Humphrey.
    This punctilious grandeur became oppressive. Prudence conceived the happy thought of sending a message up to Robin. Sir Humphrey professed himself all desire to lay his compliments before Miss Merriot. Black Pompey was sent running to Robin’s chamber, and in a little while Robin came, all powdered and patched and scented; a fair vision in pale blue taffeta. No girl, Prudence thought, could appear lovelier.
    There was a curtsey, a few gliding steps towards Sir Humphrey, and a delicate hand held out. Sir Humphrey bowed low over it, and a faint crease crept between Prudence’s brows. It seemed to her unseemly that the old courtier should kiss her graceless brother’s hand. She