More Than a Mistress by Ann Lethbridge

broke into a smile. ‘They would love it. And it would be a terrible shame to waste all the work of harnessing the team.’
    Her obvious pleasure put warmth back in a day that had grown cool after their kiss. He walked the horses across towards the small group. One girl came running when she saw the horses approach. The thin sallow-faced one hung back.
    He doffed his hat and bowed. ‘Ladies.’
    The round-faced one giggled as she had this morning. She covered her mouth with her hand when she saw him looking at her.
    He grinned.
    Merry threw off the blanket and jumped down. No waiting for help for Miss Draycott; it didn’t surprise him in the least.
    ‘Clydesdales,’ the giggly girl said, stroking the off-side horse’s nose. ‘They are beauties.’
    The horse nuzzled at her hip. ‘I don’t have anything for you,’ she said with obvious dismay.
    ‘I do,’ Merry said and pulled a lump of sugar from her pocket.
    The girl’s face lit up, making her look terribly young. No more than eighteen, Charlie was sure. Too fresh-faced for the kind of life she’d fallen into. The freshness would fade all too quickly in her line of work.
    The other woman stayed well clear, obviously unused to such large animals.
    ‘Lord Tonbridge offered to take the girls for a drive,’ Merry said to Mrs Falkner.
    Mrs Falkner eyed him a little askance.
    ‘I won’t take them out of sight of the house,’ Charlie hastened to assure her. ‘A couple of spins around the lawn.’
    The girl petting the horse turned a hopeful expression in Mrs Falkner’s direction.
    ‘Of course,’ she said. ‘Thank you, Lord Tonbridge.’
    ‘Don’t thank me, it is Miss Draycott’s rig.’
    ‘Let me introduce you to the girls,’ Merry said. She pointed to the giggly one. ‘Ladies, this is Lord Tonbridge. This is Beth and that is Jane.’
    Jane lifted her chin as if daring him to say anything about their earlier meeting.
    ‘What about the lad?’ Charlie asked. ‘Would he like to go, too?’
    ‘That is Thomas,’ Merry said. ‘Mrs Falkner’s son.’
    Charlie touched his hat. The boy bowed with a grace many men would envy.
    An anxious expression crossed Mrs Falkner’s face.
    ‘Please, Mama,’ the boy said.
    ‘Tonbridge is a very good driver,’ Merry said. ‘I can assure you, Tommy will be perfectly safe.’
    The boy looked pleadingly at his mother.
    ‘Very well,’ Mrs Falkner said. ‘Stay close to Beth, Thomas.’
    Charlie jumped down to help the ladies aboard, handing Beth up first into the back seat. An eager Thomas waited his turn.
    ‘You can sit next to me,’ Charlie said and lifted the boy up into the front seat, ignoring Mrs Falkner’s frown. The boy’s happy smile clearly prevented her from remonstrating. He pretended to notice nothing amiss and held out a hand for Jane.
    She shook her head with an ingratiating smile. ‘Not me, thank you very kindly, my lord. I need a good walk after being shut up in t’house for days, if it’s all right with you, missus?’
    Mrs Falkner nodded. ‘When you return, come to the day parlour. I will ask Gribble to send up hot chocolate. I doubt his lordship will be long.’
    A warning to Charlie. The woman was a proper mother hen. He hid the urge to grin.
    Jane nodded and trudged along the tracks left by the sleigh, heading for the gates. Mrs Falkner watched her go with a frown.
    Merry released the horses’ heads and stood back. Not that the team really needed holding—Charlie had never driven more placid obliging beasts.
    He flicked his whip over their heads, jingled the bridles and they lumbered forward. He glanced down at the bright-eyed boy beside him. ‘Would you like to hold the reins?’
    The boy stared up at him. ‘Will you teach me how to do that thing with the whip?’
    ‘Get used to guiding these beasts first,’ he said. He turned and looked over his shoulder. ‘Everything all right, Beth?’
    ‘Oh, yes,’ she breathed, her eyes shining.
    The sleigh glided off.

    Merry stood beside