“There wasn’t a bloke in the gig when we hitched the horses.” Hattie did not look away from the bloke in question. Daughter of a duke and the Irish actress he loved so well that he’d made her a duchess, Nora had the kind of brashness that was allowed in those with impervious titles and scads of money. Lady Eleanora Madewell whistled, low and unladylike, at Hattie’s ear.

True, she might have been more comfortable on London’s docks than in its ballrooms, but Hattie’s impressive collection of life experience lacked anything close to a criminal element.Īnd yet, here she was, pockets full, dearest friend at her side, standing in the pitch dark on the night before her twenty-ninth birthday, about to steal away from Mayfair for an evening of best-laid plans, and. In point of fact, Henrietta Sedley would never have described such a scenario as a likelihood. With such an obscure and uncommon collection of knowledge, one might imagine that Henrietta Sedley would have known precisely what to do in the likelihood she discovered a human male bound and unconscious in her carriage. She’d been able to do that for as long as she could remember. An important addendum to that particular lesson was this: The best of allies was often the best of friends.Īnd perhaps first on the list of things she had learned in her lifetime was how to tie a Carrick bend knot.

Coachmen tended to talk a fine game when it came to keeping secrets, but they were ultimately beholden to those who paid their salaries. She’d also learned that any decent escape from her Mayfair home required the cover of darkness and a carriage driven by an ally. A woman never knew when she might require a bit of rope, or a knife to cut it. She’d learned, for example, that if a lady could not get away with wearing trousers (an unfortunate reality for the daughter of an earl, even one who had begun life without title or fortune), then she should absolutely ensure that her skirts included pockets. In twenty-eight years and three hundred and sixty-four days, Lady Henrietta Sedley liked to think that she’d learned a few things.

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