A muscle twitched at the corner of Mr Ravenscar’s mouth. Nothing could exceed his dislike of Miss Grantham, but he had a sense of humour, and was hard put to it not to burst out laughing. If her object were to convince Lady Mablethorpe that no price would be too high to pay to rescue her son from such a woman as herself, it would certainly succeed, for her ladyship’s face was rigid with disgust, and she could barely bring herself to answer with at least a semblance of civility.
Arabella, meanwhile, was watching Miss Grantham in the liveliest astonishment. “Good gracious, are you going to marry Adrian?” she exclaimed, with that impetuosity so much regretted by her mother. “No one said a word about it to me!”
Miss Grantham recollected Mrs Patch’s arch use of a fan, and unfurled her own, and hid behind it. “Oh, I protest, Miss Ravenscar! You must spare my blushes!”
“But are you?” asked Arabella.
“That will do, child!” said her aunt.
“Of course she is going to marry me!” Adrian declared stoutly. “Won’t you wish us happy?”
“Yes, indeed I do,” Arabella responded, with a doubtful look at Miss Grantham. “I wish you very happy!”
“Adrian!” said his parent, in majestic tones. “I should like to talk to Miss Grantham. Do you take your cousin to dance while she sits with me for half-an-hour!”
Lord Mablethorpe, hoping that the extraordinary manners which Miss Grantham had assumed upon being presented to his mother had their origin in nervousness which would wear off as the two ladies became better acquainted, readily agreed to this suggestion, and said that he would bring Miss Grantham round to the door of the box. Miss Grantham giggled, and said that it seemed absurd to be obliged to go round to the back of the booths when she was sure she could jump over the low wall in front, if only Adrian would give her his hand. Then she said that she supposed that she would have to learn to behave respectably since she was to become a Viscountess, and consented to be led round to the back of the boxes.
When she made her entrance, in the correct manner, Mr Ravenscar left the booth. He would try a fall with her himself before very long and enjoy doing it, but it was no part of his plan to join his aunt in whatever scheme she might have in mind for the discomfiture of the minx.