Sprig Muslin [NOOK Book]

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Sir Gareth Ludlow knows it is his duty as a man of honour to restore so young and pretty a girl as Amanda, wandering unattended, to her family. But it is to prove no easy task for the Corinthian.

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Sprig Muslin

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Sir Gareth Ludlow knows it is his duty as a man of honour to restore so young and pretty a girl as Amanda, wandering unattended, to her family. But it is to prove no easy task for the Corinthian.

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  • ISBN-13: 9781402255502
  • Publisher: Sourcebooks, Incorporated
  • Publication date: 12/1/2011
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 304
  • Sales rank: 16,618
  • File size: 885 KB

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Georgette Heyer, who wrote over fifty novels died in 1974.

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One


Mrs Wetherby was delighted to receive a morning call from her only surviving brother, but for the first half hour of his visit she was granted no opportunity to do more than exchange a few commonplaces with him over the heads of her vociferous offspring.


Sir Gareth Ludlow had arrived in Mount Street just as the schoolroom party, comprising Miss Anna, a lively damsel within a year of her débût, Miss Elizabeth, and Master Philip, were returning from a promenade in the park under the aegis of their governess. No sooner did these delicately nurtured children catch sight of their uncle's tall, elegant figure than they threw to the winds every precept of gentility, so carefully instilled into their heads by Miss Felbridge, and, with piercing shrieks of: ‘Uncle Gary, Uncle Gary!' raced helter-skelter down the street, to engulf Sir Gareth on their doorstep. By the time Miss Felbridge, clucking but indulgent, had overtaken them, the butler was holding open the door, and Sir Gareth was being borne into the house by his enthusiastic young relatives. He was being pelted with questions and confidences, his eldest niece hanging affectionately on one arm, and his youngest nephew trying to claim his attention by tugging violently at the other, but he disengaged himself for long enough to offer his hand to Miss Felbridge, saying with the smile which never failed to set her heart fluttering in her chaste bosom: ‘How do you do? Don't scold them! It is quite my fault - though why I should have this shocking effect upon them I can't conceive! Are you quite well again? You were suffering all the discomfort of a bad attack of rheumatism when last we met.'


Miss Felbridge blushed, thanked, and disclaimed, thinking that it was just like dear Sir Gareth to remember such an unimportant thing as the governess's rheumatism. Any further interchange was cut short by the arrival on the scene of Mr Leigh Wetherby, who erupted from the library at the back of the house, exclaiming: ‘Is that Uncle Gary? Oh, by Jove, sir, I'm devilish glad to see you! There's something I particularly wish to ask you!'


The whole party then swept Sir Gareth upstairs to the drawing-room, all talking at the tops of their voices, and thus deaf to a halfhearted attempt on Miss Felbridge's part to restrain her charges from bursting in upon their mama in this very irregular fashion.


It would have been useless to have persisted, of course. The young Wetherbys, from Leigh, undergoing the rigours of coaching to enable him to embark upon a University career later in the year, to Philip, wrestling with pothooks and hangers, were unanimous in giving it as their considered opinion that nowhere was there to be found a more admirable uncle than Sir Gareth. An attempt to whisk the younger members off to the schoolroom could only have resulted in failure, or, at the best, in a fit of prolonged sulks.


In the well-chosen words of Mr Leigh Wetherby, Sir Gareth was the most bang-up fellow that ever drew breath. A noted Corinthian, he was never too high in the instep to show a nephew aspiring to dandyism how to arrange his neckcloth. Master Jack Wetherby, unconcerned with such fopperies as this, spoke warmly of his openhandedness and entire comprehension of the more urgent needs of young gentlemen enduring the privations of life at Eton College. Miss Anna, by no means out yet, knew no greater source of joy and pride than to be taken up to sit beside him in his curricle for a turn or two round the Park, the envy (she was convinced) of every other, less favoured, damsel. As for Miss Elizabeth, and Master Philip, they regarded him as a fount of such dizzy delights as visits to Astley's Amphitheatre, or a Grand Display of Fireworks, and could perceive no fault in him.


They were not singular: very few people found fault with Gareth Ludlow. Watching him, as he contrived, while displaying over and over again for the edification of little Philip the magical properties of his repeating watch, to lend an ear to the particular problem exercising Leigh's mind, Mrs Wetherby thought that you would be hard put to it to find a more attractive man, and wished, as she had done a thousand times before, that she could discover some bride for him lovely enough to drive out of his heart the memory of his dead love. Heaven knew that she had spared no pains during the seven years that had elapsed since Clarissa's death to accomplish this end. She had introduced to his notice any number of eligible females, several of them as witty as they were beautiful, but she had never been able to detect in his gray eyes so much as a flicker of the look that had warmed them when they had rested on Clarissa Lincombe.


These reflections were interrupted by the entrance of Mr Wetherby, a dependable-looking man in the early forties, who grasped his brother-in-law's hand, saying briefly: ‘Ha, Gary! Glad to see you!' and lost no time in despatching his offspring about their several businesses. This done, he told his wife that she shouldn't encourage the brats to plague their uncle.


Sir Gareth, having regained possession of his watch and his quizzing-glass, slipped the one into his pocket, and hung the other round his neck by its long black riband, and said: ‘They don't plague me. I think I had better take Leigh along with me to Crawley Heath next month. A good mill will give him something other to think of than the set of his coats. No, I know you don't approve of prize-fighting, Trixie, but you'll have the boy trying to join the dandy-set if you don't take care!'


‘Nonsense! You don't wish to burden yourself with a scrubby schoolboy!' said Warren, imperfectly concealing his gratification at the invitation.


‘Yes, I do: I like Leigh. You needn't fear I shall let him get into mischief: I won't.'


Mrs Wetherby broke in on this, giving utterance to the thought in her mind. ‘Oh, my dear Gary, if you knew how much I long to see you with a son of your own to indulge!'


He smiled at her. ‘Do you, Trixie? Well, as it chances, it is that subject which has brought me to see you today.' He saw the look of startled consternation in her face, and burst out laughing. ‘No, no, I am not about to disclose to you the existence of a lusty love-child! Merely that I believe - or rather, that I hope - I may shortly be demanding your felicitations.'


She was for a moment incredulous, and then cried eagerly: ‘Oh, Gary, is it Alice Stockwell?'


‘Alice Stockwell?' he repeated, surprised. ‘The pretty child you have been throwing in my way? My dear! No!'


‘Told you so,' remarked Mr Wetherby, with quiet satisfaction.


She could not help feeling a little disappointed, for Miss Stockwell had seemed to be of all her protégées the most eligible. She concealed this very creditably, however, and said: ‘I declare I have not the least guess, then, who it may be. Unless - oh, do, pray, tell me at once, Gary!'


‘Why, yes!' he replied, amused at her eagerness. ‘I have asked Brancaster's leave to address myself to Lady Hester.'


The effect of this announcement was somewhat disconcerting. Warren, in the act of taking a pinch of snuff, was surprised into sniffing far too violently, and fell into a fit of sneezing; and his lady, after staring at her brother as though she could not believe her ears, burst into tears, exclaiming: ‘Oh, Gary, no!'


‘Beatrix!' he said, between laughter and annoyance.


‘Gareth, are you hoaxing me? Tell me it's a take-in! Yes, of course it is! You would never offer for Hester Theale!'


‘But, Beatrix - !' he expostulated. ‘Why should you hold Lady Hester in such aversion?'


‘Aversion! Oh, no! But a girl - girl? She must be nine-and-twenty if she's a day! - a woman who has been on the shelf these nine years, and more, and never took, or had countenance, or the least degree of modishness - You must be out of your senses! You must know you have only to throw the handkerchief - Oh, dear, how could you do such a thing?'


At this point, her helpmate thought it time to intervene. Gareth was beginning to look vexed. A charming fellow, Gary, with as sweet a temper as any man alive, but it was not to be expected that he would bear with complaisance his sister's strictures on the lady whom he had chosen to be his bride. Why, from amongst all the females only too ready to receive the addresses of a handsome baronet of birth and fortune, he should have selected Hester Theale, who had retired after several unsuccessful seasons to make way for her more marriageable sisters, was certainly a baffling problem, but not one into which Warren thought it seemly to enquire. He therefore cast an admonitory look at his wife, and said: ‘Lady Hester! I am not particularly acquainted with her, but I believe her to be an unexceptionable young woman. Brancaster accepted your offer, of course.'


‘Accepted it?' said Beatrix, emerging from her handkerchief. ‘Jumped at it, you mean! I imagine he must have swooned from the shock!'


‘I wish you will be quiet!' said Warren, exasperated by this intransigent behaviour. ‘Depend upon it, Gary knows what will suit him better than you can! He is not a schoolboy, but a man of five-and-thirty. No doubt Lady Hester will make him an amiable wife.'


‘No doubt!' retorted Beatrix. ‘Amiable, and a dead bore! No, Warren, I will not hush! When I think of all the pretty and lovely girls who have done their best to attach him, and he tells me that he has offered for an insipid female who has neither fortune nor any extraordinary degree of beauty, besides being stupidly shy and dowdy, I - oh, I could go into strong hysterics!'


‘Well, if you do, Trixie, I give you fair warning that I shall empty over you the largest jug of water I can find!' responded her brother with unimpaired cordiality. ‘Now, don't be such a goose, my dear! You are putting poor Warren to the blush.'


She sprang up, and grasped the lapels of his exquisitely cut coat of blue superfine, giving him a shake, and looking up into his smiling eyes with the tears still drowning her own. ‘Gary, you do not love her, nor she you! I have never seen the least sign that she regards you even with partiality. Only tell me what she has to offer you!'


His hands came up to cover hers, removing them from his lapels, and holding them in a strong clasp. ‘I love you dearly, Trixie, but I can't permit you to crumple this coat, you know. Weston made it for me: one of his triumphs, don't you think?' He hesitated, seeing that she was not to be diverted; and then said, slightly pressing her hands: ‘Don't you understand? I had thought that you would. You have told me so many times that it is my duty to marry - and, indeed, I know it is, if the name is not to die with me, which I think would be a pity. If Arthur were alive - but since Salamanca I've known that I can't continue all my days in single bliss. So - !'


‘Yes, yes, but why this female, Gary?' she demanded. ‘She has nothing!'


‘On the contrary, she has breeding, and good manners, and, as Warren has said, an amiable disposition. I hope I have as much to offer her, and I wish that I had more. But I have not.'


The tears sprang to her eyes again, and spilled over. ‘Oh, my dearest brother, still? It is more than seven years since -'


‘Yes, more than seven years,' he interrupted. ‘Don't cry, Trixie! I assure you I don't grieve any longer, or even think of Clarissa, except now and then, when something occurs which perhaps brings her to my memory. But I have never fallen in love again. Not with any of the delightful girls you have been so obliging as to cast in my way! I believe I could never feel for another what I once felt for Clarissa, so it seems to me that to be making a bid for the sort of girl you would wish me to marry would be a shabby thing to do. I have a fortune large enough to make me an eligible suitor, and I daresay the Stockwells would give their consent, were I to offer for Miss Alice -'


‘Indeed they would! And Alice is disposed to have a tendre for you, which you must have perceived. So, why - ?'


‘Well, for that very reason, perhaps. Such a beautiful and spirited girl is worthy of so much more than I could give her. Lady Hester, on the other hand -' He broke off, the ready laughter springing into his eyes. ‘What a wretch you are, Trix! You are forcing me to say such things as must make me sound like the veriest coxcomb!'


‘What you mean,' said Beatrix ruthlessly, ‘is that Lady Hester is too insipid to like anyone!'


‘I don't mean anything of the sort. She is shy, but I don't think her insipid. Indeed, I have sometimes suspected that if she were not for ever being snubbed by her father, and her quite odious sisters, she would show that she has a lively sense of the ridiculous. Let us say, merely, that she has not a romantic disposition! And as I must surely be considered to be beyond the age of romance, I believe that with mutual liking to help us we may be tolerably comfortable together. Her situation now is unhappy, which encourages me to hope that she may look favourably upon my proposal.'


Mrs Wetherby uttered a scornful exclamation, and even her stolid spouse blinked. That he rated his very obvious attractions low was one of the things one liked in Gary, but this was coming it a trifle too strong. ‘No doubt of that,' Warren said dryly. ‘May as well wish you happy at once, Gary - which I'm sure I hope you will be. Not but what - However, it is no business of mine! You know best what will suit you.'


It was not to be expected that Mrs Wetherby could bring herself to agree with this pronouncement; but she appeared to realize the futility of further argument, and beyond prophesying disaster she said no more until she was alone with her husband. She had then a great deal to say, which he bore with great patience, entering no caveat until she said bitterly: ‘How any man who had been betrothed to Clarissa Lincombe could offer for Hester Theale is something I shall never understand - nor anyone else, I daresay!'


At this point, Warren's brow wrinkled, and he said in a dubious tone: ‘Well, I don't know.'


‘I should think not, indeed! Only consider how lovely Clarissa was, and how gay, and how spirited, and then picture to yourself Lady Hester!'


‘Yes, but that ain't what I meant,' replied Warren. ‘I'm not saying Clarissa wasn't a regular out-and-outer, because the lord knows she was, but, if you ask me, she had too much spirit!'


Beatrix stared at him. ‘I never heard you say so before!'


‘Haven't said it before. Not the sort of thing I should say when Gary was betrothed to her, and no use saying it when the poor girl was dead. But what I thought was that she was devilish headstrong, and would have led Gary a pretty dance.'


Beatrix opened her mouth to refute this heresy, and shut it again.


‘The fact is, my dear,' pursued her lord, ‘you were in such high gig because it was your brother who won her that you never could see a fault in her. Mind, I'm not saying that it wasn't a triumph, because it was. When I think of all the fellows she had dangling after her - lord, she could have been a duchess if she'd wanted! Yeovil begged her three times to marry him: told me so himself, at her funeral. Come to think of it, it was the only piece of good sense she ever showed, preferring Gary to Yeovil,' he added thoughtfully.


‘I know she was often a little wild, but so very sweet, and with such engaging ways! I am persuaded she would have learnt to mind Gary, for she did most sincerely love him!'


‘She didn't love him enough to mind him when he forbade her to drive those grays of his,' said Warren grimly. ‘Flouted him the instant his back was turned, and broke her neck into the bargain. Well, I was devilish sorry for Gary, but I don't mind owning to you, Trix, that I thought he was better out of the affair than he knew.'


Upon reflection, Mrs Wetherby was obliged to acknowledge that there might be a certain amount of justice in this severe stricture. But it in no way reconciled her to her brother's approaching nuptials to a lady as sober as the dead Clarissa had been volatile.


Seldom had a betrothal met with more general approval than that of Gareth Ludlow to Clarissa Lincombe, even the disappointed mothers of other eligible damsels thinking it a perfect match. If the lady was the most courted in town, the gentleman was Society's best liked bachelor. Indeed, he had seemed to be the child of good fortune, for he was not only endowed with a handsome competence and an impeccable lineage, but possessed as well as these essentials no common degree of good looks, a graceful, well-built frame, considerable proficiency in the realm of sport, and an open, generous temper which made it impossible for even his closest rivals to grudge him his success in winning Clarissa. Sadly Mrs Wetherby looked back to that halcyon period, before the fatal carriage accident had laid Clarissa's charm and beauty in cold earth, and Gareth's heart with them.


He was thought to have made an excellent recovery from the blow; and everyone was glad that the tragedy had not led him to indulge in any extravagance of grief, such as selling all his splendid horses, or wearing mourning weeds for the rest of his life. If, behind the smile in his eyes, there was a little sadness, he could still laugh; and if he found the world empty, that was a secret he kept always to himself. Even Beatrix, who adored him, had been encouraged to hope that he had ceased to mourn Clarissa; and she had spared no pains to bring to his notice any damsel who seemed likely to captivate him. Not the mildest flirtation had rewarded her efforts, but this had not unduly depressed her. However modest he might be, he could not but know that he was regarded as a matrimonial prize of the first rank; and she knew him too well to suppose that he would raise in any maidenly breast expectations which he had no intention of fulfilling. Until this melancholy day, she had merely thought that she had not hit upon the right female, never that the right female did not exist. Her tears, on hearing his announcement, had sprung less from disappointment than from the sudden realization that more than Clarissa's loveliness had perished in that fatal accident of seven years ago. He had spoken to her as a man might who had put his youth behind him, with all its hopes and ardours, and was looking towards a placid future, comfortable perhaps, but unenlivened by any touch of romance. Mrs Wetherby, perceiving this, and recalling a younger Gareth, who had seen life as a gay adventure, cried herself to sleep.


So, too, when the news of Sir Gareth's very flattering offer was later made known to her, did the Lady Hester Theale.

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  • Posted March 29, 2010

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    Laugh out Loud funny

    This book is hilarious! I was laughing at every turn of the page! Sir Gareth stumbles upon Amanda who appears to be roaming about the countryside alone. His life will never be the same! Amanda is an adventerous young lady with a lively imagination that will have you going "what will she think of next?" She leads Sir Gareth on a wonderful adventure to prove a point to her grandparent and guardian: Amanda always gets what she wants."

    Sir Gareth is on his way to ask Lady Hester (I think that's her name) to marry him. When he encounters Amanda, he knows he can't let a pretty young lady wander about the countryside by himself, so he takes it upon himself to act as her guardian.

    What happens in the end.. read it and find out!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 2, 2013

    Lovely example for G.H.'s work

    I have been trying to find this book for a long time as I read it many years ago. I love the understated heroine even though she has a minor part to play in all heros goings on. Most enjoyable!

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