This had sounded ideal, except that in practice her ladyship meant ‘go and dance once you have been introduced by me to a number of “useful” people, and brought me an ice, and a glass of ratafia’. It left him champing at the bit, as he watched other men bow and smile at the Elstead party, and arrange for dances of their choosing. What was especially galling was seeing her in animated conversation with Lord Netheravon, who then proceeded to bring refreshment and remain for another full ten minutes at her side. Henry certainly had not exaggerated when she said that she was not lacking in partners. He almost ground his teeth, and it was at that point that Lady Vernham, observing his profile, realised that her escort was not simply out to espy possible partners for an enjoyable evening party. She took pity upon him, and tapped him gently upon the arm with her fan.

‘You know, you are not going to impress her by looking like a mastiff about to launch itself at an intruder, Henfield. Be carefree of manner, and charm her, not dull and defensive.’

‘I am not sure “charm” is my strong suit, ma’am,’ responded Lord Henfield, his eyes upon Henry’s dimpled countenance as she bent her head, and a dark-haired youth with high cheekbones and twinkling eyes murmured something that made her cheeks colour delicately.

‘Then what is?’

‘I … we have always just been supremely comfortable with each other, until now. Could say anything, not need to finish sentences …’ He looked troubled. ‘But that was back in Shropshire, and a world away from this. I am now classed with her papa as “family”, and I am not her brother.’

‘Ah.’ It was a short answer, but Lady Vernham comprehended a lot. ‘Well, my suggestion is that you declare as such.’

‘But I cannot just …’

‘Do not interrupt. Tell her, as though it were a game, that you do not wish to miss out on the pleasure you can see her admirers give and receive, and beg permission to join their company for the duration of your stay in London. Make it sound light-hearted at the outset and see what happens.’

‘Would that work, ma’am?’

‘It has a greater chance of success than glowering at the poor girl. Now, go.’ She nearly pushed him from her, and in the direction of Miss Gaydon. He wove his way through the assembly.

‘Are there any dances remaining for which you might accept me as a partner, O much-admired Miss Gaydon?’ He felt a fool, but if Lady Vernham was so sure …

Henrietta turned, and her smile seemed to become more wary.

‘That depends, my lord.’

‘Upon what?’

‘Whether you are here to scold me or not.’ She looked very slightly mulish.