Mattie did not share the same hopeful outlook as Lady Dallington. “I do not think that is the case.”
Lady Dallington’s smile only seemed to widen at Mattie’s skepticism. “Oh, ye of little faith,” she said. “What if Winston speaks to your father? If anyone can convince him to give you a Season, it is him.”
Melody nodded in agreement. “Winston is relentless when it comes to debating. He will surely persuade your father.”
Mattie bit her lower lip. “Do you think Winston will agree to such a thing?”
“You leave Winston to me,” Lady Dallington responded,amusement in her voice. “Who do you think taught Winston the art of debate?”
A deep chuckle came from the doorway, causing Mattie to turn her head. She knew immediately who it belonged to—Winston. His laugh was so familiar to her.
Winston walked further into the room. “I would be happy to speak to Lord Wythburn.” He turned to face her, his gaze piercing. “Assuming Miss Bawden is in agreement.”
Mattie hesitated, unsure of how to respond. On one hand, she wanted Winston’s help in convincing her father to let her have a Season this year rather than wait. But on the other hand, she feared that her stubborn father might buckle down even more.
But, then again, what did she have to lose?
Taking a deep breath, she found the courage to speak. “Yes, I would like you to speak to my father.”
“Then it is settled,” Winston said.
Mattie had a thought. “Perhaps,” she started slowly, “you could join my family for dinner and speak to my father afterwards over a glass of port.”
Winston considered her proposal before nodding once more. “Shall we do so tonight?”
Rising, Mattie replied, “Yes, that would work nicely. I should go and inform our cook at once.”
Winston put his hand up. “Wait,” he urged. “Allow me to call a carriage for you.”
“That won’t be necessary. I do not mind walking,” Mattie responded.
“I insist,” Winston said firmly.
Mattie cocked her head. “I do not understand your insistence, my lord, considering I walked here earlier.”
Winston’s expression grew solemn. “I have decided it would be best for you to err on the side of caution, especially with Isaac lurking about.”
“But Grady is already ensuring my safety,”Mattie argued.
“This is not up for debate,” Winston declared.
Mattie’s brow shot up. “I beg your pardon?” she asked. “You are not my keeper, my lord.”
In a soft voice, Lady Dallington whispered, “Oh, dear.”
Winston took a step towards her. “No, I am not your keeper, Miss Bawden. But I have made it my duty to keep you safe, and if that means you are inconvenienced for a short time, then so be it.”
Despite her annoyance at being told what to do by him, a small part of Mattie appreciated his concern for her wellbeing. However, a much larger part of her resented being ordered around.
Turning to face Lady Dallington and Melody, Mattie forced her voice to remain calm. “Thank you both for the lovely chat,” she said, curtsying before them. “But I must take my leave before I lose control of my sharp tongue.”
Mattie shifted her gaze to Winston and continued, “Thank you for your concern, but I believe I shall walk home now.”
“Miss Bawden…” Winston started.
Not wanting to hear whatever excuse or argument he had prepared, Mattie headed towards the entry hall. Just as she was about to walk out the door, Winston gently grabbed her arm and turned her around to face him.
His eyes were sparking with fury. “Did you not hear me, Mattie?” he asked. “It is not safe for you to be wandering around these fields by yourself.”
