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    Milly sat quietly for a few moments when Clara had stopped talking. “Are you completely disgusted with me?” Clara asked, hating the silence even though she knew Milly was not one for speaking rashly or without consideration.
    “No, but it was a great risk,” Milly finally said.
    “I know,” Clara acknowledged. “I didn’t see any alternative, but I admit to my heart sinking when his Lordship said that he could easily tell who was behind the masks. I’d hoped it wasn’t true but as soon as he walked into this room I knew he was my saviour.”
    “Strange that he should be there but not taking part in what a den of iniquity has to offer, or was he intent on ungentleman-like behaviour when he approached you?” Milly mused.
    “No!” Clara flushed. “He actually rescued me from someone else. I did wonder why he was there and queried that during our conversation, but I’m sure he was in the carriage when Charles was brought home.” Clara could not express the relief she had felt to think that he had not indulged in the pleasures offered in a place like that, trying to push away the jealous thoughts.
    “I wonder why he was in attendance then. It doesn’t sound the type of evening one would enter into unless one had mischief in mind,” Milly said, her mind as curious as her cousin’s had been.
    “I’ve no idea and, when I asked, he said I shouldn’t ask such questions,” Clara admitted.
    “And now he’s visiting us, wanting to secure dances with you.”
    “Is that such an odd request?” Clara asked teasingly.
    Milly smiled. “You know I think you are one of the best that society has to offer, so don’t go all missish on me! It just seems odd that’s all.”
    “If it keeps us away from Joshua Shambles, all the better!” Clara said with feeling. “I would rather Charles be associating with Earls than gentlemen of uncertain character any day!”
    “Just because he’s an Earl doesn’t mean his good character is guaranteed,” Milly said reasonably.
    “I know, but he’s nothing like Mr Shambles; surely you can see that?”
    “Yes, he was every inch the gentleman,” Milly acceded. She was a little uncomfortable that a man so much older than Charles should suddenly want to associate with him, and that he was aware that Clara had risked her reputation did not settle well with the sensible Milly. She determine to reserve judgment on the Earl of Chertsey until she had seen more, but she was not convinced his motivation was honourable. The astute lady was not easily blinded by good looks and charming words as it seemed her cousin was.

 

    Chapter 5
    Clara took care in choosing her outfit for the Thurston’s ball. She did not try to make excuses to herself; she wanted to look her best for Lord Chertsey. He had affected her like no other man had ever done, although she would never admit to that. She was surprised he had sought them out after that evening; she was sure he found it amusing, the thought of which annoyed her; Charles’ escapades and over indulgence were very real to her.
    Standing in front of her cheval mirror when her maid left her alone, Clara turned this way and that. Her blue eyes were emphasised by the pale blue satin gown that floated around her figure to perfection. The short puffed sleeves contrasted against the creaminess of her skin. The aquamarine lace edging along the sleeves, neckline and the flounces at the base of the skirt helped the overall effect. Clara did not have a large frame, so she always chose the lighter fabrics to good effect.
    Her hair was no longer in the practical plait, but curled expertly by Jess, the ever efficient maid. Dark curls framed Clara’s face, and smaller curls tickled her neckline at the back. The remaining hair was piled on top of her head, making her look slightly taller and drawing attention to the slender figure she was blessed with.
    Cream gloves and an aquamarine necklace and bracelet finished off the outfit to Clara’s