Chapters (45)
- FIRST WALTZ
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- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- EPILOGUE
- AUTHOR’S NOTES
“What kind of carriage is it?” He had seen the new Tilbury Gig and did not like them.
“It is a curricle.”
“That is a good choice.” John had one at home and was used to driving it.
His mother’s smile looked like one of relief. “I am glad you approve.”
“It has occurred to me that I did not give this visit to Town the amount of consideration I should have. Again, I appreciate your assistance.” He was not used to relying on others to know how to get on. “Is there anything else?”
“You must wear evening breeches at Almack’s. Now that trousers have become fashionable, some gentlemen, most famously Wellington, have tried to enter without the proper attire and have been denied entrance.”
“Are trousers worn during the evening?” They were not in the country. Although he knew the metropolis was more advanced.
Mama sighed. “They are starting to become acceptable.”
“I must think about that.” He was in no way a dandy, but he did not want to be unfashionable while in Town. He’d already had an appointment with Weston. Between Weston and his valet, John could rely on them for advice. “Is there anything else?”
“Not at the moment.” She rose. “I will let you attend to your business.”
“Thank you.” He bussed her cheek. “I’m glad you looked into all of this.” And had gone ahead and taken the initiative to order the carriage. He was not certain he would have ordered one. “Will you write down the address of the carriage maker? I will visit them today.”
“I had Lumner put it on your desk.”
He caught a whiff of horse as he rose. “And thank you for not complaining about breaking your fast with the smell of the stable.” She laughed; he was glad to see it. “I shall see you at luncheon if you are at home.”
He started upstairs to wash and change, but if he had to go out again, he might as well visit the coach maker now. He made his way to his study, found the paper his mother left, and went out the back of the house to the stables. A gig required horses. He must see if the coach horses would do. After all, if he was going to have a fashionable carriage, he should have a handsome pair. John wondered if Lady Eleanor cared about such things. As well as she rode, he supposed she must. Most ladies only seemed to be concerned about whether the horses looked well or not. The type of lady he wanted to wed would care about the build and action of the horse as well as flowers and fashion. Once married, the house and, eventually, children would keep her busy.
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER NINE