stance and expression made it clear that he was
unutterably bored by the colorful scene going on around him.
“Who is he?” Margaret asked. “And why do you say that he is the right choice for Elenora’s first dance
partner?”
“That is Lord Hathersage,” Bennett explained. “He is a wealthy man with tentacles throughout Society.
His wife died two years ago without giving him an heir, and it is understood that he is in the market for a
new bride.”
“In that case, why would he want to dance with me?” Elenora asked curiously. “I’m supposed to be
engaged.”
“Hathersage is known to be extremely particular when it comes to the ladies,” Bennet said patiently.
“Indeed, he considers himself a connoisseur. A turn on the dance floor with him will draw a good deal of
attention. Every other man in the room will be eager to discover what he sees in you. In short,
Hathersage can bring you into fashion.”
“What if it transpires that he does not want to dance with me?”
For the first time Bennett’s friendly eyes lit with secret amusement. “I do not foresee any problem in that
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direction.”
Margaret gave him a quick, searching glance. “Why do you think he will be happy to dance with
Elenora? Even from this distance, I can see that he is likely one of those gentlemen who suffer from a
surfeit of ennui.”
“Hathersage and Arthur have done business together often over the years,” Bennett said. “In addition,
Hathersage owes Arthur a great favor.”
Curious, Elenora slowly unfurled her fan. “I hesitate to ask, but I cannot resist. What sort of favor?”
“Arthur is a genius when it comes to investments. Six months ago there was a flurry of interest in a mining
venture in Yorkshire.
Arthur knew the project was likely a swindle that would end in disaster. He heard that Hathersage was
about to purchase a share in the project and sent him a note warning him that it was probably not a sound
investment. The entire scheme fell apart a short time later, and everyone involved lost their money. But
because of Arthur’s advice, Hathersage avoided the disaster.“
No doubt the mining venture of which Bennett spoke was the same one that had destroyed her
stepfather and stolen her inheritance, Elenora thought. What a great pity that Samuel Jones had not been
a friend of Arthur’s. Then again, Jones had never been one to listen to good advice.
Bennett looked at her. “I can arrange this first dance, but what happens after that will be entirely up to
you. Once you are out on the floor with Hathersage, you must try to come up with something witty in the
way of conversation. If you can amuse him, even for a moment or two, he will be pleased.”
Elenora wrinkled her nose. “You make me feel like a paid courtesan instead of a paid companion, Mr.
Fleming.”
Bennett winced. “My apologies.”
“Paid courtesan instead of a paid companion,” Margaret repeated softly. “Excellent.” She opened her
notebook.
“Never mind.” Elenora chuckled. “I will do my best to think of something entertaining to say to Lord
Hathersage.”
Bennett summoned a footman and sent him to Hathersage with a short message.
Five minutes later, Elenora found herself on the dance floor. She smiled up at her tall, gray-haired
companion. Hathersage was all that was polite, but it was clear that as far as he was concerned he was
merely repaying a favor. This close, the ennui in his expression was unmistakable. She wondered that he
had not expired long ago of his severe case of boredom.
“It is very kind of you to allow Mr. Fleming to press you into service in this manner, sir,” she said.
“Nonsense. I am delighted to be of assistance,” Hathersage said, giving no indication that he meant the
words. “It is certainly no great hardship to dance with an attractive woman.”
“Thank you,” she replied. How on earth was
unutterably bored by the colorful scene going on around him.
“Who is he?” Margaret asked. “And why do you say that he is the right choice for Elenora’s first dance
partner?”
“That is Lord Hathersage,” Bennett explained. “He is a wealthy man with tentacles throughout Society.
His wife died two years ago without giving him an heir, and it is understood that he is in the market for a
new bride.”
“In that case, why would he want to dance with me?” Elenora asked curiously. “I’m supposed to be
engaged.”
“Hathersage is known to be extremely particular when it comes to the ladies,” Bennet said patiently.
“Indeed, he considers himself a connoisseur. A turn on the dance floor with him will draw a good deal of
attention. Every other man in the room will be eager to discover what he sees in you. In short,
Hathersage can bring you into fashion.”
“What if it transpires that he does not want to dance with me?”
For the first time Bennett’s friendly eyes lit with secret amusement. “I do not foresee any problem in that
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direction.”
Margaret gave him a quick, searching glance. “Why do you think he will be happy to dance with
Elenora? Even from this distance, I can see that he is likely one of those gentlemen who suffer from a
surfeit of ennui.”
“Hathersage and Arthur have done business together often over the years,” Bennett said. “In addition,
Hathersage owes Arthur a great favor.”
Curious, Elenora slowly unfurled her fan. “I hesitate to ask, but I cannot resist. What sort of favor?”
“Arthur is a genius when it comes to investments. Six months ago there was a flurry of interest in a mining
venture in Yorkshire.
Arthur knew the project was likely a swindle that would end in disaster. He heard that Hathersage was
about to purchase a share in the project and sent him a note warning him that it was probably not a sound
investment. The entire scheme fell apart a short time later, and everyone involved lost their money. But
because of Arthur’s advice, Hathersage avoided the disaster.“
No doubt the mining venture of which Bennett spoke was the same one that had destroyed her
stepfather and stolen her inheritance, Elenora thought. What a great pity that Samuel Jones had not been
a friend of Arthur’s. Then again, Jones had never been one to listen to good advice.
Bennett looked at her. “I can arrange this first dance, but what happens after that will be entirely up to
you. Once you are out on the floor with Hathersage, you must try to come up with something witty in the
way of conversation. If you can amuse him, even for a moment or two, he will be pleased.”
Elenora wrinkled her nose. “You make me feel like a paid courtesan instead of a paid companion, Mr.
Fleming.”
Bennett winced. “My apologies.”
“Paid courtesan instead of a paid companion,” Margaret repeated softly. “Excellent.” She opened her
notebook.
“Never mind.” Elenora chuckled. “I will do my best to think of something entertaining to say to Lord
Hathersage.”
Bennett summoned a footman and sent him to Hathersage with a short message.
Five minutes later, Elenora found herself on the dance floor. She smiled up at her tall, gray-haired
companion. Hathersage was all that was polite, but it was clear that as far as he was concerned he was
merely repaying a favor. This close, the ennui in his expression was unmistakable. She wondered that he
had not expired long ago of his severe case of boredom.
“It is very kind of you to allow Mr. Fleming to press you into service in this manner, sir,” she said.
“Nonsense. I am delighted to be of assistance,” Hathersage said, giving no indication that he meant the
words. “It is certainly no great hardship to dance with an attractive woman.”
“Thank you,” she replied. How on earth was
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