The ladies disappeared leaving the two men in the huge entry hall. “Why don’t we go to my study? Otherwise, we’ll have to listen to Sam give his two cents’ worth.”
“Sounds like a good idea. I keep forgetting about Sam and how naughty he can be.”
Lucien followed his friend down a hall to the closed door of his study. He sat down on an overstuffed dark-brown leather chair while Arthur poured them each a glass of whiskey. He accepted and took a swallow. It was smooth, better than most, but Arthur always did have a palate for remarkable whiskey and brandy.
“What was all that about in the park?” Arthur asked.
“I believe that group of young ladies who don’t seem to want your cousin and me seeing each other may be responsible. The entire incident was too planned.”
“Could be, knowing some of the young ladies by reputation.”
“It’s no wonder they haven’t found a husband,” Lucien mused.
Arthur shifted his weight and took a first drink of his whiskey. “I take it you’re wanting to call on Harriet and would like my blessing?”
“Yes.”
“Do you see this courtship developing into something more serious?”
Looking at the amber-colored liquid in his glass, Lucien swirled it about. “Yes, I do. I’ve known since I first met her that we were meant to be.”
“Then you have my blessing to court her,” Arthur replied.
“Thank you, Arthur.”
“No need to thank me. I can look at you both and tell you’re happy.”
Lucien sighed and finished off the remainder of his whiskey. “I find her amazing. I don’t understand why she didn’t become betrothed last season, but I’m glad.”
“I think a lot had to do with her mother. Her mother is overbearing when it comes to Harriet, which is why she can be painfully shy at times.”
“I believe you’re right,” Lucien said. “I’m seeing a young swan grow.”
Arthur rose from his seat and picked up Lucien’s glass. He took and refilled them both and turned to sit back down. “Do your parents know?”
“I told them I’d met someone, but that’s all. I plan on telling them and to take Harriet for dinner to meet them soon.”
Lucien’s parents had been receptive when he told them about Harriet. The idea that he’d found someone who might become his wife thrilled them. His parents knew Harriet’s through social events, which made him wonder what they thought of Harriet’s mother and her opinions. He could always hope that with Harriet’s father in attendance his wife kept a quieter profile.
“What about Harriet’s mother and father?” Lucien asked.
“They aren’t in London that I’m aware of. Last I heard they were going to the Continent, but I can’t be sure of that,” Arthur said. “I will tell you how relaxed Harriet is without being under her mother’s watchful eye.”
“Yes, she’s mentioned how demanding her mother is. How nothing pleases her.”
“That’s very true. It might be something to do with Harriet not having siblings. Her mother expects perfection out of her.”
Lucien nodded. “I can see this all having a positive influence on Harriet. She’s becoming her own person.”
“Indeed.”
“I probably should ask you, but I’m going to teach her how to ride astride. I’m sure you know why she only rides sidesaddle and hates it.”
Arthur nodded with a grin. “That’s fine. She rides well, so she’ll learn quickly.”
“That was my opinion as well. I brought an older gelding with me that I think will suit her nicely.”
“Good, just make sure you take her somewhere quiet while she gets used to the change,” Arthur said.
