“Yes, I shall have to make up a name for myself. I hadn’t thought of that. My real name is Penelope Creed. Who are you?”
“I,” said Sir Richard, “am Richard Wyndham, wholly at your service.”
“Beau Wyndham?” asked Miss Creed knowledgeably.
“Beau Wyndham,” bowed Sir Richard. “Is it possible that we can have met before?”
“Oh no, but of course I have heard of you. My cousin tries to tie his cravat in a Wyndham Fall. At least, that is what he says it is, but it looks like a muddle to me.”
“Then it is not a Wyndham Fall,” said Sir Richard firmly.
“No, that’s what I thought. My cousin tries to be a dandy, but he has a face like a fish. They want me to marry him.”
“What a horrible thought!” said Sir Richard, shuddering.
“I told you you would feel for my plight!” said Miss Creed. “So would you now set me on my way to Holborn?”
“No,” replied Sir Richard.