along with lessons in manners, but Lavinia had escaped as often as possible to roam the fields, ride her pony or find mischief with Duncan. It was little wonder she had grown up knowing more of the ways of little boys than young ladies. The only time she saw her mother was when she was sent for to be punished for these misdemeanours and that usually meant being confined to the schoolroom and more isolation. It was almost as if her mother could not bear the sight of her.
‘I suppose it was Little Mama’s idea.’ James’s name for his stepmother had been coined when Frances first came to their home in Essex as his father’s bride, when he was seven years old and she was seventeen. It had stuck even after his father’s death and her subsequent marriage to the Duke.
‘No, it was mine. There was a company of touring players who came to Risley earlier this year. They put up a huge tent and everyone went to see them, so I thought, why not do something like it ourselves? I would have done it at Loscoe Court, but I realised it would not attract a large enough audience, and, as we were coming to London, I decided to have it here. We are going to convert the ballroom into a theatre for one night.’
‘Who is “we”?’
‘Oh, anyone who is interested. You can take part, if you wish.’
‘Can I, now? What makes you think I have any talent as an actor?’
‘We won’t know until we hear you try, will we? And if you are quite, quite hopeless, as I suspect you may be, why, then you may help us behind the scenes…’
‘Shifting the scenery,’ he said, nodding towards the painting.
‘If you like.’
‘And if I don’t choose to do it?’
‘It is of no consequence. There are others who are willing.’
‘Who?’
‘Duncan. Perhaps Benedict Willoughby.’
‘You cannot rely on those two. Your brother is a sloth and young Willoughby is wild and unreliable.’
‘Duncan can rouse himself when he wants to. I thought it might divert him.’
‘From falling into more scrapes? You will only do that if you manage to separate him from Willoughby.’
‘I do not think you should belittle him, James.’ She defended her eighteen-year-old brother out of habit, not because James was not right. ‘I collect you were always in scrapes when you were young. Now you are grown old and staid, you have forgotten what it was like.’
‘Old and staid!’ He laughed. ‘Is that what being seven and twenty is? And I thought I was only now reaching my prime.’
‘You know what I mean.’
‘Do you propose to act in this little entertainment yourself?’
‘Yes, if I am good enough.’
‘Who else?’
‘Lancelot Greatorex.’
‘Lancelot Greatorex? Who is he?’
‘The manager of the Thespian Players and a very fine actor.’
‘That accounts for the preposterous name. I assume it is a pseudonym?’
‘I do not know, do I? I never asked him. The players have other engagements round the country for the next few weeks, but he has promised to come to London at the end of the summer with some of his company to direct us.’
‘Good Lord! Do you mean to say the Duke has countenanced you associating with play actors?’
‘Why should he not?’
‘Oh, Lavinia,’ he sighed. ‘Have you even asked him?’
‘Not yet, but I will.’
He laughed. ‘Then I wish you luck, but forgive me if I am not present when you do. I have no fancy to be at the receiving end of his temper, nor even to witness it.’
‘Papa doesn’t have a temper—not a bad one, that is. He is always prepared to listen.’ And that had come about since he married Frances. Before that he had been a remote and unreachable figure, seen only occasionally, someone who inspired awe rather than love. Not until her mother died and he had brought her to London did she even begin to know him. And that had been a revelation. He was far from the ogre she had always supposed him to be.
‘And having listened, will pronounce judgement and that will be the end of it. His Grace, the Duke of Loscoe, is a benevolent papa who puts up with a great deal more from his daughter than many men would, but that does not mean he will allow you to do as you please.’
‘We shall see,’ she said blithely.
‘Five guineas says he will not hear of it.’
‘Done,’ she said promptly. ‘I will get Stepmama on my side. He can never refuse her anything.’
‘And if he does agree, who do you hope will come to witness the performance?’
‘Everyone. All our friends and no doubt some who are not truly our friends, but I do not care why they attend, so long as they pay for their tickets.’
‘And you think your papa will allow that? And in his ballroom, too.’
‘I don’t see why not. Don’t you remember that ball Stepmama arranged at Corringham House three years ago for that first orphanage in Maiden Lane? The most unlikely people came, some not haut monde at all, and she did not turn anyone away who was prepared to pay the entrance price.’
‘That was before she married your father and it was not the same thing at all. A ball is not a play.’ He paused, watching as she picked up another brush and dipped it in paint to put the finishing touches to a spotted snake shedding its skin. There was no doubt she was a very talented artist, a talent which had been nurtured by their mutual stepmother, herself a highly acclaimed painter.
‘Am I to suppose from that, that you will not be favouring us with your presence?’
‘Oh, I shall come, if only to watch.’
‘And laugh when things go awry, I shouldn’t wonder.’
‘Oh, Vinny, I would never do that.’ He watched her deft strokes, hating to act the devil’s advocate, but he could see her riding for a fall and wanted to prevent it if he could. ‘And there’s another thing that might divert the ton away from your play: the King’s efforts to rid himself of his wife.’
Caroline, after living abroad for the last six years and making herself the subject of notorious gossip, had, on the succession of her husband to the throne, suddenly decided to return to London, expecting to be acknowledged as Queen. Her furious husband ignored her, but she enjoyed the plaudits of a fickle populace, who cheered her to the echo whenever she went out.
‘I know that, but I do believe that will help our cause rather than hinder it. Anyone who is anyone has come to town this summer, either to attend the coronation or view the procession from some vantage point and the Season will go on much longer, considering it is not to be until the first of August. It is why we are here. Nothing would have kept Stepmama away from Loscoe Court and little Freddie unless Papa was obliged to attend.’
‘If there is a coronation. The whole thing is like to turn into a huge farce and make the King look more ridiculous than ever.’
‘So Papa said, but it will make for a very interesting Season, don’t you think?’ she said, with a mischievous smile. ‘Just think of all those people who have not been to town for years and years, all bringing wives and daughters, who will doubtless wish to be amused.’
‘You think they will come to see your play?’
‘I do not see why not. You never know, you might find yourself a bride among them—’
‘Heaven forbid!’
‘Why