he can surely offer no objection.’
‘Assuming he does not command you to accompany him,’ Frances said, dejected.
Thomas was silent for a while. Eventually he brightened. ‘I have some happier tidings.’ He walked briskly to the bureau and pulled a letter from one of the drawers. ‘My agent writes that the lands surrounding Tyringham have finally been leased – and for a higher price than I dared hope. It will not settle our debts, but it is a start, at least.’
He handed the note to Frances. ‘That is good news,’ she replied flatly.
The ground crunched underfoot as Frances picked her way through the copse that lay on the south side of Hyde Park. She had woken to discover a thick covering of frost over the palace gardens. They looked breathtakingly beautiful in the early-morning sunshine, the hedges and branches fringed with glimmering white as if suspended by some enchantment. The disappointment that she and Kate would not be able to go out riding as planned was tempered by the sheer beauty of the scene. She had been glad when her young friend had agreed to a walk instead.
‘Here, let me help you,’ she said, holding out her hand.
Kate took it gratefully as she stumbled over another tree root. ‘I am so clumsy,’ she mumbled apologetically.
‘This woodland is hardly made for walking,’ Frances replied. She wished her companion would not berate herself so often, as if fulfilling the role that her stepmother would usually inhabit. It was more than two years since the Earl of Rutland had brought his daughter to court – long enough for her to have grown in confidence, Frances reflected. But the die had already been cast and she feared that the young woman would always feel inferior to those around her, even though she exceeded them in goodness and virtue.
They had emerged onto the open grassland now, which was intersected with numerous pathways. Frances chose the one that followed the southern edge of the park. She glanced at her friend. ‘You are very quiet today, Kate. I hope it is not too cold for you. I was perhaps foolish to suggest we venture so far.’
‘No, not at all,’ Kate replied emphatically. ‘I longed to be free of the palace – that is, to enjoy some fresh air,’ she added. ‘There will be few such opportunities now that winter is approaching.’
‘Is there any other reason why you wish to escape Whitehall at present?’ Frances ventured.
Kate’s face reddened. ‘It would churlish of me to complain. Many young ladies long for a place at court and I am fortunate enough to be there by virtue of my father’s position, without any duties to perform.’
‘And yet?’ Frances prompted.
She sighed. ‘It is not much of a burden to bear, really, and you will think me the most ungrateful wretch for even mentioning it. It is just that the countess has required my presence a great deal lately. I should be honoured, of course, but I confess that I find her company more a trial than a pleasure.’
‘I can well imagine it,’ Frances replied, with feeling. ‘Lady Mary is an overbearing woman, and very fond of her own opinions.’
‘Yes!’ Kate exclaimed. ‘It is such a relief that you share my view. I have tried to remain patient, but her behaviour seems to have grown worse in recent weeks. If ever I decline her invitation to dine, she takes it as a personal affront and complains to my father.’
‘He is sympathetic, though, I’m sure.’
‘To an extent, yes,’ Kate said, ‘but he is preoccupied with other cares at present and I do not like to vex him.’
Frances slowed her pace. ‘I am sorry to hear it. I confess that I have been a neglectful friend to him of late. Do you know what troubles him?’
‘He has received many letters from Belvoir lately. Although he assures me all is well, I fear that my brother still sickens.’
‘That must worry him greatly,’ Frances said. ‘It has been a long time now since Lord Ros first fell ill.’
Kate nodded. ‘My father and stepmother have tried everything to bring him back to health. I pray daily that he might show some sign of improvement. Lady Mary has even offered to send her own apothecary to Belvoir.’
‘How kind,’ Frances observed. Like her son, the countess was not the sort of woman to do anyone a service unless it was in her own interests. ‘I will add my prayers to yours, Kate,’ she concluded.
Frances tried to focus on the beauty of