Elizabeth Bailey – Kitty (страница 13)

On this occasion the Countess, as he immediately divined, was disposed to be lenient. She was attired in the grand manner, in an open robe of white muslin spotted in her favourite blue, with a draped sash trained to the floor at the back, epaulettes to her sleeves and a turban headdress from which rose three tall plumes. But there was approbation in the strongly aristocratic countenance, with the high wide brow, the straight nose—the only feature bequeathed to Claud who otherwise favoured his sire’s pleasant looks—and the thin-lipped mouth, which in Claud’s memory was usually pinched in disapproval. Lady Blakemere actually smiled as she reached him.

‘Well, children?’ The perfectly modulated voice was the epitome of good breeding. ‘I am glad to see you enjoying one another’s company. I hope you have saved a dance for your cousin, my dear Katherine?’

This last did not fail to fan Claud’s irritation. Alone of their elders, the Countess refused to use the pet names that served to distinguish her niece and her own eldest daughter. Lady Blakemere instead addressed her child as Lady Katherine in public, just as she spoke of her sister as Lady Silvia, raising her over the despised Rothley, mercifully deceased, who had been ‘a mere baron’.

Claud watched Kate curtsy as she answered, ‘I believe we are engaged for a country dance later in the evening.’

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