Regency Collection 2013 Part 1. Louise Allen

Regency Collection 2013 Part 1 - Louise Allen


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had a momentary vision of herself, clothed in bright pink organza, and could not control her grimace.

      Adam nodded. ‘I will leave you to it, madam, for you know best what to do. But do not think you can return home without purchases, for I am taking the carriage and the driver will not return for you for several hours.’ He looked at her servant, hanging on the back of the carriage. ‘I will leave Jem with you.’ He tossed the man a sovereign. ‘When the carriage comes back, if you can carry the purchases in one trip, she has not bought enough. Tell the driver to leave and return in another hour.’

      And her own servant, who she should have been able to trust, pocketed the coin and bowed to his new master.

      Adam looked to her again. ‘When you are home, we will discuss the ball. Do not worry yourself about it. My mother had menus and guest lists as well. I am sure they will serve, and we can pull the whole thing together with a minimum of bother.’

       Chapter Eleven

      Penny watched the carriage roll away from her. Damn the man. He knew nothing about anything if he meant to pull a ball together with the help of a woman who, she suspected, had been dead far longer than her own father. Clarissa was right: it was a disaster in the making.

      And what was she to do for the rest of the afternoon, trapped here? If she had known his intent was to abandon her, she’d have brought something to read. She stepped off the street and into the shop.

      A girl dropped the copy of Le Beau Monde that she had been paging through and sprang to her feet behind a small gold desk. She said, with a thick French accent, ‘May I be of assistance, your ladyship?’

      The girl sounded so hopeful, that Penny found it almost pleasurable to introduce herself with her new title. It made the girl’s eyes go round for a moment, and then her face fell.

      ‘Your Grace? I believe there has been a misunderstanding. You husband the duke must have been seeking my predecessor in this shop.’

      ‘There is no Madame Giselle, as it says on the door?’

      The woman laughed. ‘Unfortunately, no. Until her death, she was my employer. She had been in this location for many years.’

      ‘And before she died, you were …’

      ‘A seamstress, your Grace. Madame died suddenly. There was no family to take the shop, and many orders still to fill. It made sense to step out from the back room and become Madame Giselle, in her absence.’ The French accent had disappeared to reveal the Londoner underneath. Apparently, she’d taken more than the shop when she’d come out from the back room.

      The girl took her silence as hesitation. ‘We are not as fashionable as we once were, I’m afraid. I will understand, of course, that you prefer to go elsewhere. I can recommend several excellent modistes who are frequented by the ladies of your class.’

      If she was not careful, she’d get her chance to shop with Clarissa. Penny’s eyebrows arched in surprise. ‘No wonder you are not as busy as you should be. For when one is in trade, one should never turn down commerce, especially an order as large as the one I am likely to make.’ When she had come into the shop, she had had no intention of spending money. But suddenly, it seemed the most natural thing in the world.

      ‘A large order?’ the dressmaker repeated, dumbly.

      ‘Yes. Day dresses, travelling clothes, outerwear and ball gowns. I need everything.’

      ‘Do you wish to look at swatches?’

      She gritted her teeth. ‘It does not matter. Choose whatever you wish. And styles as well. I do not have any idea how to proceed.’ And then she prepared for the worst.

      The girl ran her through her paces, draping her in fabrics, and experimenting with laces and trims. And Penny had to admit that it was not as bad as it could have been, for the girl made no attempt to force her into gowns that did not flatter, but chose clothes that would suit her, rather than poking and pinching to get her to fit the fashion.

      The choice of shops had been most fortunate, although Adam could not have known it. Now if she could find a way around the inconvenience of dinner and dancing for a hundred or so of her husband’s friends … The man was cracked if he thought he could use his mother’s guest lists. The names on it were likely to be as dead as her modiste.

      Penny glanced down at the girl, who was crouched at her feet, setting a hem in the peach muslin gown Penny was modelling. ‘Giselle?’

      ‘My real name is Sarah, your Grace,’ she said, around a mouthful of pins. ‘Not as grand as it should be. But there is no point in hiding the truth.’

      ‘Sarah, then. Do you have family in service?’

      ‘My mother is housekeeper at Lord Broxton’s house.’

      One of her husband’s adversaries in Parliament, but closely matched in society. It would do to go on with. ‘It seems, Sarah, that I am to throw a ball. But I am no more born to be a duchess than you were born a Frenchwoman. If I had guest lists and menus from a similar party, it would help me immensely. No one need know, of course. And I would be willing to pay, handsomely.’

      Jem was summoned from the street and given a note from Sarah, and directions to the Broxtons’ kitchen door.

      He was back in a little more than an hour, with a tightly folded packet of papers containing names and addresses of the cream of London society, and the menus for a variety of events.

      Penny sat comfortably on a stool in the back room and smiled at Sarah, who was throwing a hem into another sample gown. ‘This is turning out to be a surprisingly productive trip, and not the total waste of time I had suspected. If I am careful, and can avoid any more of my husband’s outlandish plans for me, I might still manage an hour or two of work.’

      Adam would no doubt be irate when he saw the clothing that that woman was making for her. It did not in any way remind her of the dresses worn by the ladies of his circle. The colours for evening were pale, and the sprigged muslins she had chosen for day dresses hardly seemed the thing for a duchess.

      Although just what duchesses wore during the day, Penny was unsure. Whatever they liked, most likely.

      She gritted her teeth again. Or whatever their husband insisted they wear. But Sarah had seemed to know her business, despite the lack of customers. She had loaded Penny up with such things as were ready, more than enough petticoats, bonnets, and a few day dresses that had been made for samples, but fit so well they might have been tailored for her.

      She inquired of the total, not daring to imagine how much she might have spent.

      She saw the wistful look in the girl’s eye as she said, ‘The bills will be sent to your husband, of course. You needn’t worry about anything, your Grace.’

      Of course not. For nobility did not have to concern themselves with a thing so mundane as money. But she had taken much of the poor girl’s sample stock, and there would be silks to buy, and lace, and ribbon to complete the order.

      And since she was the Duchess of Bellston, it could all be had on credit while the false Madame Giselle found a way to pay her creditors with aristocratic air. Her husband, who had been so eager for this wardrobe, would send the girl some money in his own good time. She must manage as she could until then.

      Penny reached into her reticule, and removed a pack of folded bank notes, counting out a thick stack. ‘Here, my dear. This should go a fair way in covering the materials you will need. You may send the balance directly to my bank for immediate payment. Do not hesitate to contact me, should you need more. If I must do this at all, I would that it be done right and wish you to spare no expense.’

      She saw the visible sag of relief, and the broadening of the smile on the face of the modiste.

      When the carriage returned, and Jem saw the pile of boxes, he looked at her with suspicion, and gestured to an underfootman to throw them on to the carriage


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