Page 64 of The Duke's Jilted Bride

As they settled at a table near the window, Matthew appeared more relaxed than Selina had ever seen him, his usual nervous manner diminishing with each moment away from his mother’s watchful eye.

“This feels rather daring,” Matthew said with a small laugh. “Mother will surely quiz me about every word spoken here.”

“Then we must give you something worthwhile to report,” Georgiana replied, signaling the serving girl. “Tell us about your current prospects. Is there anyone who has caught your eye?”

Matthew’s cheeks colored slightly. “There is a Miss Pemberton. She’s the daughter of Sir John Pemberton, newly arrived from Bath.”

“Ah, I’ve seen her at the Merriweathers’ musicale,” Georgiana said. “Pretty creature with dark hair and a lovely singing voice.”

“Yes,” Matthew agreed eagerly. “She was quite kind when we spoke, though I fear I made a poor impression. I couldn’t think of anything clever to say.”

“Cleverness is overrated,” Selina advised, though her thoughts drifted to Rowan’s sharp wit during their early correspondence. “Sincerity means far more to most ladies.”

“But how does one approach her without appearing presumptuous?” Matthew asked. “Mother insists I should wait for a formal introduction at a ball.”

Georgiana poured the tea that had just arrived, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Your mother’s advice would have been sound thirty years ago. These days, a chance encounter in Hyde Park or at a exhibition provides perfectly acceptable opportunities for conversation.”

“Truly?” Matthew looked hopeful. “But what would I say?”

“Comment on something genuine,” Selina suggested, remembering how starved she’d been for authentic conversation during her first marriage. “Perhaps mention a book you’ve both read, or ask her opinion on a painting if you meet at a gallery.”

“And for heaven’s sake, don’t let your mother hover nearby,” Georgiana added. “Nothing frightens away a potential bride faster than an overprotective mother-in-law.”

Matthew groaned. “She means well, but she has rather firm opinions about what makes up a suitable match.”

“Most mothers do,” Selina said diplomatically. “But you must remember that you’ll be the one married to this lady, not your mother.”

“Listen to whatever advice she offers,” Georgiana suggested, stirring sugar into her tea. “Then do precisely what feels right to you. A little independence will serve you well.”

“You make it sound so simple,” Matthew sighed. “Yet whenever I attempt to assert myself, she reminds me of all the times I’ve made poor decisions.”

“We all make poor decisions,” Selina said, thinking of her own rushed acceptance of the elderly Earl of Galerton’s proposal. “It’s how we learn.”

“Exactly,” Georgiana agreed. “And regarding Miss Pemberton specifically, I happen to know she enjoys morning rides in Hyde Park. Her groom mentioned it to my footman.”

Matthew’s face brightened. “I’m an accomplished rider. Perhaps a chance encounter…”

“Would be perfectly natural,” Selina finished. “Just don’t make it obvious that you’re lying in wait for her.”

As they continued discussing strategy, Selina found herself wondering what it would be like if Rowan had courted her properly.

Would he have sought her out for morning rides? Engaged her in discussions about books and art? The thought sent an unexpected pang through her chest.

“Your Grace?” Matthew’s voice drew her from her reverie. “Are you quite well?”

“Yes, forgive me.” Selina forced a smile. “I was merely thinking how fortunate Miss Pemberton would be to gain such a thoughtful suitor.”

“You’re very kind,” Matthew said, his cheeks flushing. “Though I fear I’m not nearly as dashing as some gentlemen. Lord Huntley, for instance…”

“Nonsense,” Georgiana interrupted. “Lord Huntley may have a handsome face, but I’ve heard he’s dreadfully boring in conversation. All he discusses is his hounds and hunting.”

“Whereas you,” Selina added, “well, you might be equally fond of Lord Biscuit and Sir Waffles, but at least you’re capable of discussing other matters as well. That makes you far more appealing to a lady of intelligence.”

Matthew sat slightly straighter, bolstered by their encouragement. “I do enjoy reading. And I’ve recently begun studying astronomy.”

“Perfect topics for conversation,” Georgiana declared. “Ladies appreciate a man with intellectual pursuits.”

“Though perhaps avoid overwhelming her with technical details,” Selina advised with a smile. “At least not during your first conversation.”

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