He was dismissed—as if of no further interest or use to her.Being ignored by an unmarried woman, or by anyone else for that matter, was an unfamiliar feeling.Stunned, he stepped back from the group and strode away to talk with Dr.Logan, the middle-aged doctor who aided a mission in Wapping for unmarried mothers.It was a charity to which Jonathan had given funds for some time, but in which he had never taken a close interest, preferring instead to let his money do the work.He listened distractedly to the doctor but his mind was churning.
This woman, this Miss Jane Brody, the daughter of a clergyman, had challenged his very usefulness in the world and found him wanting.Anger flared in him.By what right did she feel she could do that?Did she truly believe that women were the equal of men?Obviously, she did.He looked around the crowded room.Did all these people hold the same belief?It was a sobering thought.Those present didn’t represent the peerage but did include well-respected members of London’s intellectual group.
The anger died as quickly as it rose.Why be angry at being called to account?Better to find out more about her ideas like the man of letters that he was.He would investigate her and her writings, find the flaws in her beliefs, and make sure she could never put him on the back foot again.
Her slight but womanly figure, seated at ease behind the china tea set, drew his gaze.She looked so right there; as did most ladies of his acquaintance.It was a charming and attractive sight.But she wasn’t chatting about the weather and fashions and events for the upcoming Season, like others.Instead, she and her fellow bluestockings and philanthropists were discussing ways of changing the order of things in society.
She was a disturbing phenomenon.
***
JANE SEETHED.WHILEsmiling and serving her guests, she sensed Lord Dalton’s eyes on her.He was the most annoying man.First his narrow-minded attitudes and now his steady brown-eyed gaze upon her.He was every inch the Corinthian, from his short brown hair swept upon his brow and his tall athletic body clad in the best of men’s fashion, to his shining Hessian boots.Obviously, good looks, a wonderful physique, and enormous wealth did not ensure intelligence and manners!
What a contrast to his delightful and thoughtful sister.Jane had met Lady Elizabeth a number of times at meetings of charity groups over the last few months.The last encounter had been at a ball when Lady Elizabeth had been accompanied by her aunt, Lady Lucinda Mulgrave.The aunt was a typical society matron intent on pushing her niece forward into a suitable match.It appeared the brother was the same.
Having met two examples of the family, Jane hoped these traditionalists were not pressuring Lady Elizabeth to accept the usual role for women before she was old enough to think for herself.
Jane’s sister, Charlotte, had married about a year ago at the age of twenty, despite all Jane’s counseling to wait a little longer—until she was at least of age and better knew her fiancé.Instead, Charlotte had persuaded their father to give his consent to the marriage.She was now residing near Portsmouth with her cavalry officer husband, close to his regiment’s encampment.Too far away for frequent visiting, leaving only weekly letter writing between the sisters as their means of communication.
Jane’s next sister, nineteen-year-old Anna, was also keen to find a husband.Jane sighed.She couldn’t understand the haste or the reasoning.She was glad to be unshackled by husband and children who would claim every moment of her day.Instead, she devoted her spare time to charitable work when not supervising her father’s household and organizing her three youngest siblings, who were still living at home.Anna required escorting to public events from time to time, but the younger pair of siblings still needed tutoring, which Jane shared with their father.
Eight years after his wife’s death, her father, the Reverend Brody, still had not recovered his zest for life, nor much interest in the people and events around him.He seemed to have shrunk inside his clothes; his hair had gone white, and his laughter was rare.Jane had taken over much of his charity work.
Realizing she was daydreaming, Jane focused on the conversation going on beside her between Mrs.Courtice and Lady Elizabeth.“Have you been well, Lady Elizabeth?”asked Jane.
“I’m much improved since the cloudy, foggy days have gone,” she responded.“As long as London’s sky remains clear, my cough is nonexistent.If the weather changes, I may have to retreat to the country again, like last spring.My brother keeps a close eye on me and whisks me away if my symptoms start.”
“Indeed, he is a very caring, solicitous brother from what you say,” Jane conceded.
Lady Elizabeth nodded.“I do wish I could convince him to take up your cause now he is to take his place in the House of Lords.The rights of women need to be recognized so we may have some chance of independence in these tumultuous times.”
“Yes, we need a powerful champion if we are to spread your message, Jane,” agreed Mrs.Courtice.“It is not enough for us to just perform charity work to help women who have fallen on hard luck.We need to change the way society thinks of women.We are not inferior to men.We ought to be educated to assume our rightful place beside them.”Her look pierced Jane.“You must continue to write your pamphlets about our cause, Jane.It is valuable work.”
“I won’t stop until our aim is achieved, Mrs.Courtice,” Jane agreed.“But we still need a patron—preferably a man of influence.”
“Then you must try to persuade my brother to take up our cause, Miss Brody,” Lady Elizabeth said.“If anyone can do it, it is you.He has always been complacent about social issues but now he has inherited his title, he has the ability to effect change.He needs to be shaken out of his complacency.”
“How should I go about that?He seemed quite adamant that he was against women’s rights when I spoke with him a little while ago.”
“Don’t let one failed attempt put you off!”
Mrs.Courtice nodded her encouragement.
“Call upon me tomorrow morning,” Elizabeth urged.“My brother always works in his study with his man of business before luncheon.I’ll ensure that you get the opportunity to talk with him.”
Their eager looks overrode Jane’s reluctance.Why did she feel as though she would be confronting a lion in his den when she tried to convert the handsome, yet reactionary, Lord Dalton to their cause?
