of the heir to a count, and I shall be a noblemanâs wife, so help me! No, I shanât look outside of the ton , but I will defeat my brother nonetheless.â
A look of interest sparked in Carolineâs dark gray eyes. âHow will you manage that?â
âItâs evident that Matthew will not be quiet about my arrival in London. No doubt heâs been carrying out his plans to keep me from my rightful place by spreading this foul slander at his clubs, filling the ears of all of the eligible gentlemen with warnings against me.â
âI could ask dearest Algernon if he has heard anything,â Caroline offered helpfully.
âMmm.â Charlotte twisted her borrowed handkerchief as she paced, her mind a whirl of thoughts. âThere must be someone imperious to Matthewâs evil plan. Whoâs in town, Caro? Unmarried and wealthy and titled gentlemen only, of course.â
âImpervious.â
âWho?â
âThe word is impervious , not imperious .â
Charlotte paused to glare. âNot you as well? What happened while I was in Italy? Did some sort of language plague strike everyone?â
âButââ
âDid you or did you not agree to help me?â
âYes, of course I did, butââ
âEven after my brother warned your husband about you being seen with me?â
âYes, I told you that I reassured dearest Algernon that you were blamelessââ
âThen would you kindly construe your mind to matters of importance, and not blether on about silly things such as mere words!â Charlotte shot her a penetrating glance before turning to the window to breathe in calming gulps of air.
âConstrain, not construe,â Caroline said softly.
Charlotte spun around. âWhat?â
Caroline blushed and lowered her eyes to the gloves twisted between her fingers. âNothing. What did you want to know about the gentlemen?â
âEverything. Who is in town now, who has a fortune and title, and of course, whether they will look good against me.â
âWhether they will look good against you?â Caroline blinked in surprise.
âYes, yes, will they look good against me! That is to say, will our appearances complement one another? Will we have handsome children? I must have a husband who will give me handsome children. Can you imagine having ugly children?â She shuddered. âIt wouldnât be tolerable at all. Therefore, I must select a husband who not only has the fortune and position I require, but he must also have looks that will complement my own.â
Caroline gaped at her openmouthed.
âCome along, Caro, I donât have all day, I have to make plans. Who of the gentlemen in town possesses suitable fortune, rank, and appearance to meet my needs?â
Caroline snapped her mouth shut. âIâ¦youâ¦wellâ¦thereâs Sir Everett Dillingham.â
Charlotte seated herself on the love seat and picked up an ebony-figured fan. âEverett? Is he still alive? Too old, Caro, much too old. He must be all of forty, if heâs a day! Think of someone younger.â
âWellâ¦â Caroline sucked on her lower lip in thought. âThereâs the Marquis of Chiltonâs son. Heâs cutting quite a swath in town.â
âHis eldest son? The Earl of Bramley? I thought he married Lucy Gordonstone?â
âNot his eldest son, his youngest. Lord Thomas.â
Charlotte stared at her friend in horror. âThomas? Heâs nineteen!â
âWell, you said you wanted someone younger.â
âNot infantile! Iâm three and twenty, Caro. I would like a husband of an age with me, not one who still rides ponies!â
âIâm sorry, but I canât think of anyone else.â
Charlotte snapped her fan closed. âThen think harder. Iâm not an unreasonable woman, there must be someone with the title, fortune, and appearance to satisfy