Ruth was about to demand the gentleman’s name when the person in question strolled boldly into the room, taking her completely by surprise in much the same way as she had done to him the previous day.
‘Why, Colonel Prentiss! This is an unexpected pleasure!’
‘A pleasure, I sincerely hope, Miss Harrington. But not unexpected, I trust? Surely you didn’t imagine I would permit you to embark on your quest unaccompanied? What a very poor opinion you must hold of me if you did!’
Although nothing could have been further from the truth, Ruth could scarce own as much without seeming forward, or causing a deal of embarrassment to herself. Moreover, she wasn’t altogether sure she had understood him correctly. So she merely asked, ‘Did I understand you to say that it is your intention to accompany me to London, sir?’
A love of history, coupled with little desire to return to clerical work after raising two sons, prompted ANNE ASHLEY to attempt writing romantic fiction. When not working on a new story she can more often than not be found—weather permitting!—pottering in her cottage garden. Other interests include reading, and a real passion for live theatre. She also very much enjoys relaxing on warm summer afternoons with her husband, watching the Somerset team playing cricket.
Previous novels by the same author:
A NOBLE MAN*
LORD EXMOUTH’S INTENTIONS*
THE RELUCTANT MARCHIONESS
TAVERN WENCH
BELOVED VIRAGO
LORD HAWKRIDGE’S SECRET
BETRAYED AND BETROTHED
A LADY OF RARE QUALITY
LADY GWENDOLEN INVESTIGATES
THE TRANSFORMATION OF MISS ASHWORTH
MISS IN A MAN’S WORLD
THE VISCOUNT’S SCANDALOUS RETURN
HIS MAKESHIFT WIFE
*part of the Regency mini-series
The Steepwood Scandal
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An Ideal Companion
Anne Ashley
ISBN: 978-1-472-04391-7
AN IDEAL COMPANION
© 2014 Anne Ashley
Published in Great Britain 2014
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Contents
Chapter One
‘Oh, my dear girl, you look positively frozen! Do come over and join me by the hearth!’
After reducing the contents of the decanter containing a fine Madeira, Miss Ruth Harrington accepted the invitation. Although not inclined to imbibe so early in the day, after her walk into the market town in unusually inclement weather for the time of year, she felt the need of a little something to revive her, and so decided to join Lady Beatrice in her customary before-luncheon tipple.
As she took the chair on the opposite side of the hearth and began to sample the contents of her glass, Ruth couldn’t help reflecting, yet again, on the unusual relationship she enjoyed with the middle-aged widow seated opposite.
Seeing them together, anyone might be forgiven for imagining they were in some way related, that she was perhaps a favoured niece, or possibly some distant, much younger cousin. No one would suppose for a moment that she had come to Dunsterford Hall, almost a decade before, to take up the position of humble paid companion. Yet, not once in all the years that she had done her utmost to fulfil the duties for which she had been engaged had she felt like a servant, or, indeed, ever been treated as such.
In truth, her employer behaved to a certain extent like a thoughtful godmother, treating the girl she had rescued from a decidedly uncertain future