Page 27 of A Question of Character

Mr. Gardiner found himself in animated discussion with two gentlemen concerning imported porcelain. Elizabeth overheard one asking whether a particular pattern might still be obtained from Canton.

Mr. Gardiner smiled.

“I believe I can assist you.”

Darcy caught Elizabeth’s eye from across the room.

“You see?” he murmured a few minutes later when he joined her near the refreshment table. “They may speak loftily of ancient families, but they become astonishingly practical when they wish to furnish a drawing room.”

She accepted a glass of ratafia from a passing servant.

“You were right.”

“I generally hope to be.”

“No.” She shook her head gently. “Not about that.”

He waited.

“You were right about my uncle.”

A warmth entered his expression unlike the amusement she had grown accustomed to seeing.

“There was never any question.”

“He will gain business from tonight.”

“I believe he will.”

“And that pleased you before it pleased him.”

“It should.”

She studied him for a moment.

“You are a very loyal friend.”

“I try to be.”

“I think you succeed.”

A servant passing behind them stumbled as another guest stepped unexpectedly into his path. One of the dessert plates tilted dangerously.

Darcy reached out instinctively, steadying the tray before it could spill.

“There now,” he said to the flustered footman. “No disaster.”

The young man flushed crimson.

“Thank you, sir.”

“You have escaped with your dignity intact.”

“And Lady Matlock’s carpet,” Elizabeth added.

The servant’s anxious face relaxed into a grin before he hurried away.

“You do that often,” Elizabeth observed.