Page 2 (1/2)

“I wanted to introduce you to Mr Fellows,” Miss S her lashes, which appeared to be a nervous habit as opposed to a means of flirtation

“Mr Fellows?” He made an attempt to look interested

“My friend’s brother Do you not re you that he has recently returned from a spell in India?”

She could well have st all the talk of bonnets and bombazine “Of course,” he lied

Miss Sentleman avy black hair and ridiculous side-whiskers who, upon catching their eye, nodded to the row of chairs at the front

“Oh, there he is” In her excitement, Miss Smythe hopped about like a bird on a perch “He did say we should all sit together”

Tristan cleared his throat “I prefer to sit at the back I find one can appreciate the h the room”

Miss Sht smile faded “Oh But Mr Fellows is here alone, and it would be rude not to acco the best seats”

Tristan suppressed a smile “You and Miss Hamilton may sit with Mr Fellows I shall sit elsewhere Besides, I find Haydn can best be appreciated when there are no pretty distractions”

The lady blushed “Well, if you’re sure you don’t mind”

“Not at all” He inclined his head “And poor Mr Fellows looks as though he could do with some company Now, make haste before someone attempts to steal the seats from under his nose”

Miss Sestion “Shall we all meet for refreshments in the interval?”

“Certainly,” he said with an affected smile

Tristan watched the to the eazed over the sea of heads and stifled a yawn

Good Lord