Stand and Deliver!

Lady Penelope St John Stevens was bored with her husband. It had taken them all of three hours to barely leave the city and he had talked non-stop about silly hunting season and the Althorpes and their most excellent dogs and his own unequalled qualities as a man and in particular as a hunter. Boring in the extreme but it wouldn’t have been so bad if she could look forward to sitting on her own sofa in her luxurious country house near Hampstead Heath. But no, they were going to the Althorpes’ drafty pile in the North. The people were barely civilised, she thought, and hardly the sort that she should be mixing with. Her husband, Geoffrey, simply remarked that they had the best horses and hounds in the country and that she should try and at least look as though she were enjoying herself.

But the Althorpes! The lord of the manor was a barely educated beast with no manners and a somewhat reptilian look. She shuddered at the thought of his large, lolling tongue licking his lips. And that was not all. He was a sex pest. She could not dare to be alone with the fiend for wont of his hand up her skirt or his hot breath on her neck. His wife was no less grotesque – Lady Fiona, a huge, ugly, hirsute woman with the manners of a wild boar as well as the looks. Her sarcasm and bitchiness knew no bounds.

At least their daughter, Charlotte was pleasant enough company though she had met the girl only once, at afternoon tea. She was reserved but only out of formality Penelope thought, as though there was something she was hiding, some secret she dared not reveal. She had noticed the girl surreptitiously watching her husband, a smile that could be mistaken for a sneer curling the corner of her mouth. She must watch that girl – Geofrey wasn’t known for having an eye for the ladies, his gout plagued him so, but the young vixen would surely be able to make good her seductive charms on the old fool if she allowed it to happen. She wouldn’t.

The carriage continued its meandering and uncomfortably bumpy way across the meadows towards their first stop, a coaching inn near Peterborough. Another thirty minutes or so Penelope mused, and then I can enjoy a glass of wine and some food, though I don’t imagine the dining could be described as fine in these rough parts!

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