"I.
dare say it was one of these that caused our wheel to break. And I expect you"d better start unloading the carriage. "
"Aye, mum."
Halting by Agatha"s side, Lucinda bent to look down at her.
"What is it and how bad?"
Lips compressed, Agatha opened iron-grey eyes and squinted up at her.
"It"s just my ankle--it"ll be better directly."
"Indeed," Lucinda remarked, getting down on her knees to examine the injured limb.
"That"s no doubt why you"re white as a sheet."
"Nonsense--oooh!" Agatha sucked in a quick breath and closed her eyes.
"Stop fussing and let me bind it." Lucinda bade Amy tear strips from her petticoat, then proceeded to bind Agatha"s ankle, ignoring the maid"s grumbles. All the while, Agatha shot suspicious glances past her.
"You"d best stay by me, mistress. And keep the young miss by you.
That gentleman may be a gentleman, but he"s a one to watch, I don"t doubt. "
Lucinda didn"t doubt either but she refused to hide behind her maid"s skirts.
"Nonsense. He rescued us in a positively gentlemanly manner--I"ll thank him appropriately. Stop fussing."
"Fussing? Agatha hissed as Lucinda drew her skirts down to her ankles.
"You didn"t see him move."
"Move?" Frowning, Lucinda stood and dusted her hands, then her gown.
She turned to discover Heather hurrying up, hazel eyes bright with excitement, clearly none the worse for their ordeal.
Behind her came their rescuer. All six feet and more of him, with a lean and graceful stride that conjured the immediate image of a hunting cat.
A big, powerful predator.
Agatha"s,comment was instantly explained. Lucinda concentrated on resisting the urge to flee. He reached for her hand--she must have extended it--and bowed elegantly.
"Permit me to introduce myself, ma"am. Harry Lester-- at your service."
He straightened, a polite smile softening his features. Fascinated, Lucinda noted how his lips curved upwards just at the ends. Then her eyes met his.
She blinked and glanced away.
"I most sincerely thank you, Mr Lester, for your a.s.sistance--yours and your groom"s." She beamed a grateful smile at his groom, unhitching the horses from the coach with Sim"s help.
"It was immensely lucky you happened by."
Harry frowned, the memory of the footpads lurking in the trees beyond the curve intruding. He shook the thought aside.
"I beg you"ll permit me to drive you and your..."
Brows lifting, he glanced from the younger girl"s bright face to that of his siren"s. She smiled.
"Allow me to introduce my stepdaughter, Miss Heather Babbacombe."
Heather bobbed a quick curtsy; Harry responded with a slight bow.
"As I was saying, Mrs Babbacombe." Smoothly Harry turned back and captured the lady"s wide gaze with his.
Her eyes were a soft blue, partly grey--a misty colour. Her carriage gown of lavender blue served to emphasise the shade.
"I hope you"ll permit me to drive you to your destination.
You were headed for. "
"Newmarket," Lucinda supplied.
"Thank you--but I must make arrangements for my people."
Harry wasn"t sure which statement more surprised him.
"Naturally," he conceded, wondering how many other ladies of his acquaintance, in like circ.u.mstances, would so concern themselves over their servants.
"But my groom can handle the details for you. He"s familiar with these parts."
"He is? How fortunate."
Before he could blink, the soft blue gaze had left him for Dawlish--his siren followed, descending upon his servit or like a galleon in full sail.
Intrigued, Harry followed. She summoned her coachman with an imperious gesture. By the time Harry joined them, she was busily issuing the orders he had thought to give.
Dawlish shot him a startled, distinctly reproachful glance.
"Will that be any trouble, do you think?" Lucinda asked, sensing the groom"s distraction.
"Oh--no, ma"am." Dawlish bobbed his head respectfully.
"No trouble at all. I knows the folks at the Barbican right well. We"ll get all seen to."
"Good." Harry made a determined bid to regain control of the situation.
"If that"s settled, I suspect we should get on, Mrs Babbacombe." At the back of his mind lurked a vision of five frieze-coated men. He offered her his arm; an intent little frown wrinkling her brows, she placed her hand upon it.
"I do hope Agatha will be all right."