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two to the altar. Dizzy just cringed at how embarrassing it would be.
                  The object of her scrutiny was concluding his conversation with Gideon. Tall and with an athletic frame he would have garnered attention but classical good looks meant that many people of all ages were sending appreciative glances his way. Hair the colour of rich mahogany was swept into the latest style and was both thick and glossy with a slight curl. Prominent eyebrows the exact same shade spanned expressive warm, brown eyes. A patrician nose, well defined cheekbones and generous mouth completed the picture and taken together created a face that would also attract attention and admiration. He carried himself well with an innate confidence, portraying a man who was comfortable with his responsibilities and sure of his position in the world.
    “Don’t try and bamboozle me, my girl. You would have to be blind not to recognise that he is built like a Greek god. What are you waiting for?” The dowager was still prodding her.
    “Grandmamma, I am not going over there to garner an introduction so you can stop your prodding. He would know and the whole situation would be terribly embarrassing.” Then on seeing Gideon moving away, she continued. “It is too late anyway as Gideon is going now to dance with Octavia Carstairs and I am off to find Mr Peterson as he has asked me to accompany him into supper.” She rose then and moved towards the room set aside for card games before her grandmother could object.

                                                    Chapter Two
     
                  Dizzy was enjoying a solitary breakfast the next morning, leisurely reading The Times whilst savouring her second cup of coffee, when Gideon strolled into the room, having been out for an early morning ride.
    “Hello there, baby sister. Would you mind if I joined you or would you rather I go and change? It is just that I am famished and that bacon smells delicious.”
    “No. Don’t worry about your clothes just come and sit down. Did anything interesting happen whilst you were out?” Dizzy asked him whilst he helped hi mself to a generous helping of bacon and eggs.
    “It was fairly quiet actually. Even some of the regulars were absent this morning. Mind you, the weather may have put some people off as it was raining quite heavily first thing but had stopped by the time I was ready to head out. I don’t know why you don’t go riding with me, you would really enjoy it.”
    “You do know why! I cannot keep my balance on a side-saddle. It is all very well me riding astride at home on our own land amongst our own people, on the saddle that Georgiana designed for me but it would cause an absolute scandal here in London,” Dizzy replied.
    “In the early morning , when there is hardly anyone about, I am sure no-one would notice; not if we avoid getting too close to any other people who might be around. Goodness knows it is a big enough park,” Gideon assured her.
    “I must admit I would relish a good ride. I miss the exercise and fresh air,” Dizzy sighed.
    “I cannot guarantee fresh air; not like at home at any rate, but I can promise a brisk gallop whilst the fashionable world sleep off their excesses from the night before. Come with me tomorrow. We could even go a little earlier if you like, say seven o’clock?”
    “I will think about it ,” she said but Gideon pushed for more.
    “You promise?”
    Dizzy nodded. “Yes, I promise and will let you know later.”
    Pouring herself another half cup of coffee, she studied the delicate, bone china cup which had been especially made for the family by Josiah Wedgwood.
    “Well, I hope it stays dry for the rest of the day . Rain has a tendency to make everything dreary, even if you are inside.”
    “What are your plans for today? Is it to be more shopping or are you visiting the good and the worthy?” Gideon enquired with a