Part 10 (1/2)
”I sometimes wonder how long things can stay unchanged...”
”Melancholy thoughts for so bright a day,” Lord Henry observed.
”My apologies for striking a discordant note. Why, look, is that not your esteemed relative Lady Bolt, over there? Your brother will be desolate that she has found a richer man in the Duke of Gars ton!”
”Oh, dear!” Polly looked across to the approaching curricle, where Lady Bolt was arrayed in a dress of scarlet silk entirely unsuitable for an afternoon's drive. A hat adorned with curling ostrich plumes framed her face. Polly felt both dowdy and insignificant in comparison.
”Henry!” Lady Bolt was hailing them now, with more familiarity than Polly liked to see.
”How delightful to see you! Why--' her eye fell on Polly in amused scorn '--hardly your usual taste, my dear? So sweet and tediously dull!”
Polly flushed with anger and mortification. It would have been impossible to miss Lady Bolt since the two carriages had to pa.s.s each other, and as she and Henry had slowed down to talk, the Cyprian had come upon them almost unawares. Nevertheless it was unfortunate. The Dowager Countess would have a fit if she heard of the meeting, and as for Lady Bolt's barbed insults, it strained Polly's natural courtesy to accept them without retaliation.
”How do you do. Lady Bolt.” Lord Henry spoke very coldly.
”I fear I was so engrossed in Lady Polly's delightful company that I missed your approach!
Good day, ma'am! ” And he gave the horses the office to move off.
”Oh, dear,” Polly said again, when the infuriated Cyprian had been left behind, 'it is so very difficult! Lucille is so charming and her sister so much her opposite! I would not for all the world cut her dead, but--' ”But you have little choice,” Lord Henry said grimly.
”Society dictates that a lady such as yourself should not even know what Lady Bolt is, let alone speak to her--as well you know, ma'am!”
”Yes, but--' Polly was a kind girl; although she detested Susanna Bolt's nature, she could not help but feel uncomfortable.
”Lucille once said that they were both obliged to find the means to support themselves, and Susanna chose one course and Lucille another!
It is easy to judge when one has not had to make such a choice!”
”You are all generosity. Lady Polly!” Polly knew Lord Henry was laughing at her, albeit somewhat ruefully.
”Console yourself with the fact that Susanna Bolt is a harpy and you will then feel no need to sympathize with her!”
”You seem to know her very well,” Polly said un guardedly, piqued by his amus.e.m.e.nt.
”I know her type,” Lord Henry conceded. They turned through the park gates and back towards Brook Street.
”I am happy to continue this entirely improper conversation,” he added, 'but only if you are willing to admit to being its instigator! I will not take the blame for discussing matters unsuitable for a lady's ears!
” ”Society can be very foolish,” Polly said crossly, 'dictating what a lady may and may not do, or hear, or say! It puts me out of all patience! ” The phaeton stopped and Lord Henry jumped lightly down, holding out a hand to help Polly descend. He did not allow their bodies to touch as he swung her to the ground, nor did he hold on to her hand for longer than was strictly necessary. Polly found herself disappointed. For some reason the drive had ended on an unsatisfactory note. Polly was inclined to blame Lady Bolt's interruption, although honesty prompted her that this was not really true.
It seemed that she was dissatisfied when Lord Henry behaved properly and nervous when he did not. Flirtation was clearly not a game she could play with anywhere near Lord Henry's aplomb.
The flower cart arrived early in Brook Street the following day, bringing a beautiful posy of pale pink roses for Polly and a card from Lord Henry saying that he had been called unexpectedly from Town, but hoped to see her again shortly. Polly did not even attempt to hide her pleasure in the gift, merely burying her face in the soft fragrant petals when Jessie made pointed comments about fine gentlemen and pretty gestures.
The days of Lord Henry's absence crept by. There were only a few weeks of the Season left to run and the weather had turned very hot. The Dowager Countess became quite peevish when her ankles swelled up in the heat. She declined to accompany Polly and the Da cres on a sightseeing trip to St Paul's Cathedral and when her daughter returned enervated and exhausted, told her that she had known the weather had been too inclement for a trip out.
She fretted over Peter's absence and when he did call, upbraided him for his foolishness in still running after Susanna Bolt. The servants all became very bad-tempered as they went about their work, and the house in Brook Street became a somewhat uncomfortable place to live.
”Everyone is so cross at the moment,” Polly sighed to Lucille, after Jessie had grumbled ceaselessly over her decision to change her chosen dress for a soiree one night.
”Have you noticed how the heat makes people quicker-tempered? It's very strange. Thank goodness there is to be no dancing tonight! I feel sure we should all melt into a puddle!”