The Unruly Chaperon
Chapter One
"Uncle Roger, let me be quite certain I have understood you correctly." Lady Winter stood in
the drawing room of her uncle's house, Broughton Place, carefully drawing off her York tan
gloves, having dutifully kissed Lord Pemberton on the cheek.
"Aunt Pemberton wrote to me, asking me to come and stay with her during her approaching
confinement, but now you tell me she wishes me to act as chaperon to Milly. At some house
party." Lady Winter's tone did not suggest that she viewed this disposal of her time at all
charitably.
Tall and elegant in her rich brown, twill carriage dress, nothing in her dignified air or posture
called to mind the rather gawky and shy Miss Matilda Arnold who had married Viscount Winter
some seven years earlier. Her uncle, however, saw no difference.
"Now, see here, Miss -" Lord Pemberton began to bluster.
Lady Winter broke in. "Surely Aunt Casterfield was chaperoning Milly this past Season? What
has become of her? I should have thought that you would regard her as far more suitable than
my poor self."
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