The Quiet Gentleman by Georgette Heyer

mother the various families it would be proper to invite to the ball. ‘I expect he will ask her particularly to send a card to the Bolderwoods,’ she said sagely. ‘If I were you, I would not mention to her that you wish them to be invited, for it will only put up her back, if you do, and you may depend upon Martin’s good offices in that cause.’
    ‘May I ask, ma’am,’ he said, a trifle frigidly, ‘why you should suppose that I wish to invite the Bolderwoods?’
    She raised her eyes to his face, in one of her clear, enquiring looks. ‘Don’t you? I quite thought that it must have been Marianne who had put the notion of a ball into your head, since you were visiting at Whissenhurst this morning.’
    He hardly knew whether to be amused or angry. ‘Upon my word, Miss Morville! It seems that my movements are pretty closely watched!’
    ‘I expect you will have to accustom yourself to that,’ she returned. ‘Everything you do must be of interest to your people, you know. In this instance, you could not hope to keep your visit secret (though I cannot imagine why you should wish to do so!), for your coachman’s second granddaughter is employed at the Grange.’
    ‘Indeed!’
    ‘Yes, and she has given such satisfaction that they mean to take her to London with them next month, which is a very gratifying circumstance.’ She fixed her eyes on his face again, and asked disconcertingly: ‘Have you fallen in love with Miss Bolderwood?’
    ‘Certainly not!’ he replied, in a tone nicely calculated to depress pretension.
    ‘Oh! Most gentlemen do – on sight !’ she remarked. ‘One cannot wonder at it, for I am sure she must be the prettiest girl imaginable. I have often reflected that it must be very agreeable to be beautiful. Mama considers that it is of more importance to have an informed mind, but I must own that I cannot agree with her.’
    At this moment the Dowager called to Gervase to come to the card-table. He declined it, saying that he had letters which must be written, upon which Miss Morville was applied to. She went at once; and Martin, after fidgeting about the room for a few minutes, drew near to his brother, and said awkwardly: ‘You know, I didn’t mean it! That is – I beg your pardon, but – but it was you who made me fight on! And it would have been the sheerest good luck if I had pinked you!’
    Gervase was in the act of raising a pinch of snuff to one nostril, but he paused. ‘You are very frank!’ he remarked.
    ‘Frank? Oh – ! Well, of course I didn’t mean – what I meant was that it would only be by some accident, or if you were careless, or – or something of that nature!’
    ‘I see. I was evidently quite mistaken, for I formed the opinion that you had the very definite intention of running me through.’
    ‘You made me as mad as fire!’ Martin muttered, his eyes downcast, and his cheeks reddened.
    ‘Yes, I do seem to have an unhappy trick of offending you, don’t I?’ said the Earl.

Six
    Miss Bolderwood’s name was not again mentioned between the half-brothers, Martin apparently being conscious of some awkwardness in adverting to the subject of his late quarrel with Gervase, and Gervase considering himself to be under no obligation to account to his brother for his visits to Whissenhurst Grange. These were more frequent than could be expected to meet with the approval either of Martin, or of the numerous other gentlemen who paid court to the beautiful heiress; for the Earl, driving over to Whissenhurst on the day after his first encounter with Marianne to enquire politely after her well-being, after such a misadventure as had befallen her, was able to persuade her, without much difficulty, to accompany him on a drive round the neighbourhood. Informed by some chance observation that she had never yet handled a pair of high-bred horses, he conceived the happy notion of offering to instruct her in this art. It took well; Sir Thomas, having early perceived, from his