Simply Magic Part 1

Simply Magic.

Mary Balogh.

1.

aHmm.a Peter Edgeworth, Viscount Whitleaf, frowned at the letter he had been reading as he folded it and set it down beside his breakfast plate.

John Raycroft, seated at the opposite end of the table, lowered the morning paper from in front of his face and raised his eyebrows.

aBad news?a Peter sighed audibly.

aI have been really looking forward to going home,a he said, adespite the fact that I have enjoyed the last couple of weeks here with you and your family and hate to drag myself away when the whole neighborhood has been so hospitable. I have been actually eager to go at last, dash it all. But I made the mistake of letting my mother know my intention, and she has planned a grand welcome home. She has invited a houseful of guests to stay for a few weeks, including a Miss Rose Larchwell, whoever the devil she may be. I have never heard of her. Have you? I tell you, Raycroft, this is no laughing matter.a But his protest came too late. John Raycroft was already chuckling as he set down the paper and gave his full attention to his friend. They had the room to themselves, the rest of the family having breakfasted earlier while the two of them were still out riding.

aClearly your mother is eager to marry you off,a John said. aIt is hardly surprising, Whitleaf, when you are her only son and in the wrong half of your twenties.a aI am only twenty-six,a Peter protested, frowning again.

aAnd five years older than you were the last time your mother tried something similara"and failed,a Raycroft reminded him, still grinning. aDoubtless she thinks it is high time she tried again. But you can always say noa"as you did last time.a aHmm,a Peter said again, not sharing his friendas amus.e.m.e.nt. That was an episode in his life that had been far from funny. He had outraged the ton, which collectively believed that he had come far too close to betrothing himself to Bertha Grantham to withdraw honorably, even though no formal announcement had yet been made. And he had delighted the younger male members of the beau monde, who had thought him one devil of a fine fellow for thumbing his nose at the polite world by crying off from a leg shackle at the last possible moment.

Dash it, it had not been funny at all. He had been at the tender age of twenty-one, innocent as a babe in arms, and cheerfully proceeding along the path through life his family and guardians had mapped out for him. Good G.o.d, he had even fallen dutifully in love with Bertha because it was expected of him. He had not even realized he possessed such a thing as a backbone until shock had caused him to flex it and put an end to that almost-engagement in a d.a.m.nably gauche and public manner. It had been a very raw and painful backbone for a long time after that, though he had flexed it again only an hour or so later by sending his unclesa"and former guardiansa"packing with the declaration that since he had reached his majority he did not need them any longer, thank you very much. Though he was not at all sure he had thanked them.

aThe thing is,a he said, athat the girlas hopes have possibly been raised, or her mamaas anywaya"not to mention her fatheras and her sistersa and brothersa and grandparentsa and cousinsa. Lord!a aPerhaps,a John Raycroft said, ayou will like her, Whitleaf. Perhaps she will live up to her name.a Peter grimaced. aI probably will,a he agreed. aI like women in general. But that is not the point, is it? I donat intend marrying hera"or anyone else not of my own choosinga"even if she is as lovely as a thousand roses combined. And so I will be in the impossible situation of having to be courteous and amiable to her without giving the impression that I am courting her. And yet everyone else at this infernal house party will know very well why she has been inviteda"my mother will see to that. I tell you, Raycroft, you can wipe that grin off your face anytime you like.a John Raycroft laughed again as he tossed his napkin on top of the newspaper.

aMy deepest commiserations, old chap,a he said. aIt is a nasty affliction to be rich and t.i.tled and eligiblea"and to have been known since the tender age of twenty-one as a breaker of hearts. That fact only adds to your attractions, of course, at least as far as the gentler s.e.x is concerned. But you are going to have to marry sooner or later. It is one of the obligations of your rank. Why not sooner?a aBut why not later?a Peter said hastily, picking up his knife and fork and tucking into what remained of his eggs and ham. aI am not like you, Raycroft. I cannot look upon a woman across a crowded ballroom one evening, recognize her as the one and only love of my life, court her devotedly to the exclusion of all others for a whole year, and then be content to betroth myself to her and wait for another year while she gallivants off to the ends of Europe.a aTo Vienna to be precise,a his friend said. aWith her parents, who planned the treat for her aeons ago. And not for a full year, Whitleaf. They will be back next spring. We will be married before the summer is out. And one of these days you will know why I would wait three times as long if I had to. Your problem is that you are undiscriminating. You only have to look at a woman to fall in love with her. You fall in love with everyonea"and therefore with no one.a aThere is safety in numbers.a Peter grinned reluctantly. aBut I say, Raycrofta"I do not exactly fall in love with women, you know. I just like them.a He did tooa"perhaps fortunately. It was only love or any other deep commitment that he had cried off. But his liking for womena"and for all people, come to thata"had saved him from moving from babe in arms to cynic in the course of one ghastly day.

His friend shook his head.

aWhat are you going to do, then?a he asked, nodding in the direction of the letter. aGo home and land slap in the middle of your motheras matchmaking party or stay here at Hareford House? Why not change your mind about leaving tomorrow and stay for the full month after all? Write and tell your mama that I was devilish disappointed when I heard you were planning to cut your visit short. Tell her my mother was brokenhearted. Tell her you feel obliged to stay for the village a.s.sembly the week after next. None of those facts would be an outright lie. In fact, the neighborhood will probably go into deep mourning if you do not make an appearance at the a.s.sembly. It might be canceled for lack of interest. It is a good thing I am betrothed to Alice and secure in her affections. Being with you is enough to plunge any unattached fellow into mortal gloom. No other male exists for the ladies when you are within a ten-mile radius.a Peter laugheda"though he was still not really feeling amused.

The thing was that after five years of floundering around with only his own very limited wisdom to guide him, leading meanwhile the empty, aimless existence of a typical young gentleman about town, he had finally made a few firm decisions about his future.

It was time to go home to Sidley Park. For five years he had made only brief visits there before returning to his life in London or Brighton or at one of the spas.

It was time to take charge of his life and his estate and the responsibilities that went with his rank.

It was time, in other words, to grow up and be the man he had been educated to bea"and actually the man he had always dreamed of being, even if the dream had been interrupted for rather too long. He had grown up loving Sidley and the knowledge that it was his and had been since the death of his father when he was three.

Aimless pleasure was not really for him, he had decided during the Season in London this year. Neither were wild oats, though he had sown a few. He had wasted five years of his life. Though they had not been wholly wasted, he supposed. He had learned to stand on his own feet even if he was still not as firm on them as he hoped to be. And he had learned to filter through everything he had been taught by a loving mother and five sisters, and by a host of strict guardians, to decide what was important and what was to be permanently rejected.

They had let him down badly five years ago, those guardiansa"not to mention his mother. But basically, he had come to realize, they had given him a sound upbringing. It was time to stop feeling sorry for himself and punis.h.i.+ng himself as well as thema"it was time to become the person he wanted to be. No one else could do that but him after all.

It had felt enormously satisfying to put himself finally in charge of his own life.

Of course, he had promised to spend a month at Hareford House with Raycroft after the Season was over, and he would honor that promise, he had decided, and go home afterward. But the closeness of the Raycroft family, the warmth of their dealings with one another and with their friends and neighbors, had only strengthened his resolve and his yearning finally to be master of his own home. And so he had decided to cut short his visit and go home to Sidley Park after only two weeks. It was already late August and the harvest would be ready soon. He longed to be home for it this year and to stay home.

Now his motheras letter had put a dent in his dreams. It appalled him that she appeared to have been so little affected by the events of five years ago. Or perhaps she was merely trying to make amends in the only way she knew how. It was her dream to see him settled in life with a wife and a few children in the nursery.

They were interrupted before he could reply to Raycroftas invitation by the arrival in the breakfast parlor of Miss Rosamond Raycroft, Johnas young sister, who was looking rosy-cheeked and bright-eyed and remarkably pretty after an hour spent out in the garden gathering flowers with her mama. Peter looked at her with affectionate appreciation as she kissed her brotheras cheek and then turned a deliberately pouting face toward him. He stood to draw back a chair for her.

aI am quite out of charity with you,a she said as she took the seat. aYou might have agreed to stay a little longer.a aYou break my heart,a Peter said, resuming his own place. aBut I am not at all out of charity with you. I have something to beg of you, in fact, since you are dazzling my eyes with your beauty and would have robbed me of appet.i.te if I had not already eaten. I humbly beg you, Miss Raycroft, to reserve the opening set at the coming a.s.sembly for me.a The mock pout disappeared, to be replaced with a look of youthful eagerness. aYou are staying after all?a she asked him. aFor the a.s.sembly?a aHow can I resist?a He set his right hand over his heart and regarded her soulfully. aYou ought not to have gone out into the suns.h.i.+ne and fresh air this morning and improved upon your already perfect complexion. You ought to have appeared here pale and wan and dressed in your oldest rags. Ah, but even then I fear I would have found the sight of you irresistible.a She laughed.

aOh, you are staying,a she said. aAnd I am dressed in my oldest rags, silly. You are staying. Oh, I knew you were just teasing when you insisted that you must leave tomorrow. I shall dance with youa"of course I shall. You would not know how very few young gentlemen ever attend the a.s.semblies, Lord Whitleaf. And even many of the ones who do attend play cards all evening or merely stand about watching as if it would kill them to dance.a aIt probably would, Ros,a her brother said. aIt is a strenuous thing, dancing.a aThe Calverts will positively expire of envy when they know that I have already been engaged for the opening set, and by no less a person than Viscount Whitleaf,a Miss Raycroft continued, clapping her hands together. aI shall tell them this morning. I promised to go over there so that we can all go out walking together. You really ought to ask Gertrude for the opening set, John. You know Mama and Mrs. Calvert will expect it even if you are betrothed to Alice Hickmore. And Gertrude will be relieved. If she has promised to dance it with you, she will not be able to dance it with Mr. Finn, who was born with two left feet, both of them overlarge, the poor gentleman.a Peter grinned.

aIall come with you and ask her now,a John said cheerfully. aFinn is a farmer and a dashed good one too, Ros. And he could shoot a wren between the eyes at a hundred paces. One cannot expect him to be an accomplished dancer too.a aShoot a wren?a Miss Raycroft paused with her hand stretched toward the toast rack and looked stricken. aWhat a horrid idea. I certainly hope he does not ask me to dance.a aIt was merely a figurative way of speaking,a her brother told her. aWhat would be the use of shooting wrens? n.o.body would eat them anyway.a an.o.body would shoot a wren for any reason at all,a Peter a.s.sured the girl as he got to his feet. aThey are gentle, beautiful birds. I shall accompany you on the walk too, if I may, Miss Raycroft. The weather and the countryside alone would tempt me, but even if it were raining and cold and blowing a gale, the company would be quite irresistible.a She acknowledged the blatant flattery with a bright smile and eyes that still twinkled. She was seventeen years old, not yet officially aout,a and she knew as well as anyone that he was not seriously smitten with her charmsa"or with anyone elseas of her acquaintance for that matter. He would not have dared flatter and flirt with her if there were any likelihood that she might misunderstanda"her brother was his closest friend and he was staying in their parentsa home.

aI shall go up and change my clothes and wash my hands and face,a she said, getting to her feet again, the toast forgotten. aI shall be ready in fifteen minutes.a aMake it ten, Ros,a her brother said with a sigh. aYou look perfectly decent to me as you are.a Peter, meeting her pained glance, winked at her.

aGo and improve further upon perfection if it is possible,a he said. aWe will wait for you even if you take twenty minutes.a It seemed, he thought ruefully, that his decision had been made. He was not going home after all. Not yet, anyway.

An hour later Viscount Whitleaf was reflecting upon the singular handicap of possessing only two arms when three or four would have been far more convenient. He had Miss Raycroft on his right arm and the eldest Miss Calvert on his left, while Miss Jane Calvert and Miss Mary Calvert flittered and twittered about them like dainty, colorful birds, chattering and laughing, and John Raycroft walked nearby, swinging his arms and lifting his face to the sun and the sky when he was not beaming genially about him at the late summer countryside and remarking that the harvest was sure to be an excellent one this year.

Peter certainly hoped it would be good on his own farms at Sidley Park too. Having once thought about it, he ached to be there for the harvest, to be able to tramp the fields in old breeches and top boots, to be with his laborers, to shed his coat and roll up his s.h.i.+rtsleeves and work alongside them, to feel the sweat of honest labor along his back. To do all those things, in fact, that he had not been allowed to do as a boy and had done only one glorious year when he was twenty and looking forward with such eagerness to reaching his majority.

Dash it all, why had he let his mother know that he intended coming this year? Why had he not simply turned up there unannounced?

He sighed, but almost instantly recovered his spirits when he brought his attention back to the present.

Miss Calvert was a handsome young lady even if she did not have the enticing dimples of her younger sister, Miss Jane Calvert, or the very blue eyes of her youngest sister, Miss Mary Calvert. All three sisters were, in fact, renowned in the neighborhood for their beauty. They would turn heads in a place like London tooa"and would probably make decent matches even without dowries.

aYou simply must consider staying for two more weeks, Lord Whitleaf,a Miss Mary Calvert urged, turning to look at him and taking little backward running steps in order to keep ahead of him and the two ladies on his arms. aThere is to be a dance at the a.s.sembly roomsa"did you know?a"and we so much want you to be there.a The blue ribbons under her chin and those beneath her bosoma"they exactly matched the color of her eyesa"fluttered to her movements, and her fair curls bobbed beneath the brim of her bonnet. Trim ankles were visible beneath the swaying hem of her cotton dress. She looked very pretty indeed.

aMust I?a he said with an exaggerated sigh. He smiled at each of the ladies in turn and thought how very pleasant a morning this was and how fortunate a fellow he was to have such company with which to share ita"even if he would have preferred to be getting ready to go home tomorrow. aThe temptation is well nigh irresistible, I must say.a But Miss Raycroft was not to be deprived of making the grand announcement herself.

aViscount Whitleaf decided this very morning that he will stay,a she cried. aAnd he has reserved the first set of dances with me.a aNo coercion was necessary, you see,a Peter a.s.sured them all as the Misses Jane and Mary Calvert clapped their hands and the eldest Miss Calvertas hand tightened about his arm. All three of them beamed happily at him. aHow could I possibly not stay when there are four such lovely ladies with whom it will be my pleasure to dancea"if, that is, they can be persuaded to dance with me?a But though he was flirtinga"and they all knew it very wella"he spoke the truth too. He had seen a great deal of Raycroftas neighbors during the past two weeks, and he genuinely liked them all, especially the young ladies.

A chorus of amused laughter greeted his final words.

aPerhaps Miss Calvert will honor me by reserving the second set for me,a he said, aand Miss Jane Calvert the third and Miss Mary Calvert the fourth. If, that is, I am not too late and every set has not already been spoken for by all the gentlemen hereabouts. It would not surprise me in the least if that were the case.a Another burst of merriment greeted his words and then an a.s.surance from all three sisters that the relevant sets would indeed be reserved and not forgotten.

aAs if that would be possible,a Miss Mary Calvert added ingenuously.

aYou had better dance the opening set with me, Gertrude,a John Raycroft said cheerfully and without any tactful gallantry whatsoever. aI understand that the alternative is Finn, and Ros a.s.sures me that that would be a fate akin to death.a The ladies all laughed again.

aThat is very obliging of you, John,a Miss Calvert said. aThank you. Mr. Finn is kind and earnest and I like him exceedingly well. But I must confess that he is no dancer.a It had been obvious to Peter that she did indeed like Finn and that Finn had every intention of working up his nerve within the next year or ten to make her an offer.

aI have it on excellent authority,a he said, smiling down at her, athat Finn is a good farmer. And I have had more than one conversation with him myself on the subject of crops and livestock and drainage and such and have found him a most knowledgeable fellow.a She beamed happily back at him.

They proceeded on their way between green fields just beginning to turn to gold and thick hedgerows in which wildflowers were entangled, their collective perfumes lying heavy on the air, all the ladies chattering merrily about the coming a.s.sembly.

Before the subject had been exhausted they approached a fork in the lane and John interrupted, pointing with his cane to the branch on the right and explaining to Peter that it would take them back to the village by another route whereas the one on the left led to Barclay Court, to which the Earl and Countess of Edgecombe had still not returned. But even as he spoke, Miss Calvert exclaimed with pleased surprise, and her sisters turned their heads to look and then went skipping off to meet two ladies who were proceeding toward them on foot from the latter direction.

aIt is the countess,a Miss Calvert explained. aThey are back home, John. How delightful!a Peter recognized the Countess of Edgecombea"the earl was an acquaintance of his. He had always admired the lady, who was tall and dark and strikingly beautifula"and who had the most lovely soprano voice he had ever heard. She enjoyed considerable fame in the musical world and traveled all over Europe performing before large audiences.

aSo it would seem,a John Raycroft said cheerfully. aFamous!a But Peteras eyes had come to rest upon the countessas companion. She was a young woman, small and shapely. Beneath her green bonnet, which was a shade darker than her dress, he could see that her hair was a bright and interesting shade of auburn. She had a smiling, pretty face that did the hair full justice.

She was, in fact, a notable beauty, and he gazed at her with considerable admiration.

But even as he looked a strange thought verbalized itself with crystal clarity in his mind.

There she is, he thought.

What his mind meant by those three innocent-sounding but somehow ominous words he did not pause to ponder. He was always admiring the pretty young ladies he met. He was always eager to make their acquaintance. He was always preparing to be obliging and charming. He was always preparing to flirt. But his heart was well guarded against any deeper feelinga"had been for five years.

It was an unguarded thought he had just had, though.

There she is.

As if she were some long-misplaced part of his soul, for G.o.das sake.

He might have felt a little foolisha"not to mention uneasya"at the almost theatrical extravagance of his reaction to the unknown beauty had he been at leisure to ponder it.

But he was not.

There was a flurry of exuberant greetings as the two parties came together at the fork in the lane. Everyone, it seemed, had an acquaintance with everyone else except for Peter and the lady whose name, he soon learned, was Miss...o...b..urne. He waited for someone to make the introductions. She had sea green eyes, he could see now that he stood within a few feet of her. They formed a marvelous combination with her hair. Her clothes had been well chosen to complement her coloring.

Lord, but she was a beauty. Why had he not met her before? Who the devil was she, apart from Miss...o...b..urne?

aLord Whitleaf,a the countess said, amay I present my friend, Miss...o...b..urne? She teaches at Miss Martinas School for Girls in Bath, where I was also a teacher before I married Lucius. This is Viscount Whitleaf, Susanna.a Susanna Osbourne. The name suited her. And her eyes were large and long-lashed and surely her finest feature, though in truth he could not discern the smallest imperfection in any of the others.

She curtsied. Unenc.u.mbered by Miss Raycroft and Miss Calvert, who had released their hold on his arms while greeting the ladies from Barclay Court, he made her an elegant bow and fixed upon her his warmest, most charming smile.

aMiss...o...b..urne,a he said. aAn already glorious summer day suddenly seems even warmer and brighter.a His female entourage laughed with collective merriment at the outrageous compliment. Miss...o...b..urne did not. And the warm smile she had been wearing since her eyes alighted upon his party cooled considerably as she looked back at him withawith what in her eyes? Dislike? Contempt? It was one or the other.

aMy lord,a she murmured in acknowledgment of the introduction before looking away to smile more warmly again at everyone else.

aBut how lovely that we have met some of our friends so soon after leaving Barclay Court,a the countess said. aLucius and I arrived home yesterday, bringing Susanna with us from Bath for a couple of weeks before school resumes for the autumn term, and now we are on our way to pay our respects to some of our neighbors. We were going to Hareford House first, in fact. Mr. Raycroft, we were hoping to persuade you to walk back with us to visit Lucius, who is shut up with his estate manager this morning. Are you staying at Hareford House, Lord Whitleaf? You must come too if you will. Lucius will be pleased.a aLord Whitleaf is to stay until after the village a.s.sembly the week after next,a Miss Mary Calvert announced brightly and triumphantly. aHe is to dance with each of us, though I am not even speaking to Rosamond since she has the advantage over us of living at Hareford House and is thus to dance the opening set with him while I have to wait for the fourth set since Gertrude and Jane are older than I. Yet Rosamond is two weeks younger. It is all most provoking, Lady Edgecombe.a But she laughed as she spoke to indicate that she was not seriously chagrined and took advantage of the moment by skipping up to Peteras side and taking his right arm. She smiled up at him while Miss Jane Calvert appropriated his left arm.

aWill you and Lord Edgecombe and Miss...o...b..urne be there?a Miss Calvert asked the countess.

aAt the a.s.sembly? This is the first I have heard of it. But we almost certainly will be,a the countess a.s.sured her. aIt will be delightful. Ah, thank you, Mr. Raycroft.a John was offering one arm to the countess and the other to Miss...o...b..urne, who took it with a warm smile.

Peter proceeded after them down the lane with the four remaining ladies, who were all more animated than ever by the addition to their numbers and called out frequent comments and questions when they were not twittering among themselves or chattering to him.

So Miss Susanna Osbourne was a schoolteacher, was she? In Bath. It was no wonder he had not met her before.

What a sad waste of youth and dazzling beauty.

She was probably intelligent and bookish too.

Certainly she was not susceptible to male charm and flatterya"not to his particular brand, anyway. He ought to have taken more notice of the countessas introduction and avoided flatteries altogether. He ought to have chosen instead to dazzle them both with his intelligence and erudition by rattling off the names of all the wildflowers growing in the hedgerowsa"preferably the Latin names.

Perhaps that would have impressed her.

Of course, he did not know any Latin flower names.

Miss Martinas School for Girls. He allowed himself a mental grimace even as he laughed at some witticism Miss Jane Calvert had just uttered.

It sounded formidable. And she taught there.

Like the quintessential lady schoolteacher, her character was totally devoid of humor.

But no, that was unfair. What the devil was it he had said to her? Something about the summer day seeming warmer and brighter for her presence in it? He winced inwardly. Good Lord, could he not have done better than that? Had he really expected her to simper all over him with grat.i.tude at being so complimented?

Sometimes he embarra.s.sed himself.

He focused his attention on the two ladies on his arms and the other two in his...o...b..t and flirted good-naturedly with them for the rest of the outing.

Raycroft and the ladies from Barclay Court appeared to be holding a sensible conversation, he noticed, except when interrupted by a comment or question from behind.

Peter felt faintly envious. He almost never held sensible conversations with females. He flirted with them instead, and flirting had become a habit. It had not always been the case, had it? He remembered talking endlessly and earnestly to Bertha about all the subjects that had fascinated him at university and about religion and politics and philosophya"until, that was, he had recognized the glazed look in her eyes as one of unutterable boredom.

2.

Susanna Osbourne had thought she was not going to be able to come to Barclay Court and had been disappointed, even though she had tried to tell herself that it did not really matter.

She had remained at the school in Bath all summer with Claudia Martin to care for the charity pupils, who had nowhere else to go during the holiday. Anne Jewell, the other resident teacher, had gone to Wales for a month with her son, David, at the invitation of the Marquess of Hallmere, an old acquaintance of hers.

But while Anne was still away, Frances Marshall, Countess of Edgecombe, a former teacher at the school herself, had stopped off in Bath with the earl, her husband, on the way back to their home, Barclay Court in Somerset. They had been away for a few months in Austria and other European countries, where Frances had been engaged to sing. They had come to invite Claudia or Anne or Susanna to go home with them for two weeks. The three of them were still Francesas dearest female friends, even though she had been married for two years.

Claudia had urged Susanna to go. She could manage the girls perfectly well alone, she had said, and there were always the nonresident teachers to appeal to if necessary. Besides, Anne would surely be back any day. But Susanna had a loyal heart. Claudia Martin had given her employment five years before when she had still been a charity pupil at the school herself, and she would not easily forget her grat.i.tude or the obligation she felt to set duty before personal inclination.

She had told Frances without any hesitation at all that no, she would not go this time. And of course, Frances had not argued. She had understood. But then, just the day before Frances and the earl were to leave, Anne had come home and there had been no further necessity for Susanna to stay too.

And so here she was in Somerset during a particularly sunny and warm spell in late August. It was not the first time she had been here, but the wonder of such visits would never pall, she had been sure. Barclay Court was stately and s.p.a.cious and lovely. Frances was as dear as ever, and the earl was exceedingly kind. The neighbors, she remembered, were amiable. She knew that Frances would go out of her way to entertain her royally. Not that any effort was necessary. Just the rare enjoyment of being on holiday was entertainment enough, especially when the setting was so luxurious.

She and Frances were out for a visit to the Raycrofts, whom Susanna had particularly liked when she first met them. They had decided to walk rather than take a carriage since the weather was lovely and they had been traveling all of yesterday. When they were scarcely half a mile on their way, they had heard cheerful, laughing, youthful voices and had seen that the younger Raycrofts and Calverts were out walking too.

Susanna had felt her heart lift with gladness. Life had seemed very good indeed.

Until it no longer did.

Frances and Mr. Raycroft were talking about Vienna. Frances had been there very recently, and Mr. Raycroftas betrothed, Miss Hickmore, had just gone there with her parents to spend the autumn and winter months.

Mr. Raycroft, tall, loose-limbed, sandy-haired, his face good-humored more than it was handsome, had always been particularly amiable. Frances had once suggested, only half in jest, that Susanna set her cap at him. But he had shown no romantic partiality for hera"and she had felt none for him. She felt no pang of regret to learn now of his betrothal, only a hope that Miss Hickmore was worthy of him.

He was gentleman enough to draw Susanna into the conversation, explaining that he was as ignorant as she of what such places as Vienna were really like, having never set foot outside the British Isles himself.