Curricle & Chaise (37 page)

‘Well, so much for not placing me under any obligation,’ scolded Lydia. ‘What could I have done, meeting up with you every day around Foxwell, bumping in to you in Brighton? You would have swept me off my feet in an instant. But how ever can I thank you for everything you’ve done? I couldn’t have asked for anything more.’

Henry gave a laugh and helped her onto her feet, stealing another kiss and straightening her bonnet as he did so. He picked up his coat and shook the grass from it, eyeing it critically before satisfying himself that it was safe to put on.

‘Your pleasure is thanks enough,’ he assured her, leading her back towards the path. ‘I am only glad that I have been able to do so. And now I think it is time to put your aunt out of her suspense – she must be in agonies by now, wondering what on earth has become of us. Shall we walk along this way Lydia – or should you prefer to race me down the hill?’

Lydia shook her head with a giggle.

‘Indeed I should not,’ she retorted, playing on her dignity. ‘You know how unseemly it is for a young lady to tumble down hills. Why, anything might happen should she have the mischance to stumble, and should a gentleman come along and happen to help her up...’