The Governess Heiress. Elizabeth Beacon

‘I’m not a very interesting topic,’ she replied warily.

      ‘Now there you are quite wrong, Miss Court. Mr Moss finds you as much of a mystery as we Selfords do. All the time we were talking about farmers and cows and fields at least half his attention was fixed on you.’

      ‘No, it wasn’t. He thinks me an antidote and was very happy to talk to you this morning instead of me, so please don’t start imagining otherwise, Georgiana. Your matchmaking efforts are unwelcome at the best of times and Mr Moss would laugh himself hoarse if he could hear you now.’

      ‘Which would be very ungentlemanly of him, don’t you think? Although I doubt he would; he seems a kind man under that teasing manner of his.’

      ‘I don’t think we know him well enough to say if he is kindly or not yet, Georgiana, and if I did want more to do with the gentleman than I have to because we work for the same employer he’d be horrified. I doubt I ever came across a gentleman less likely to be in search of a wife than that one and I’m certainly not the woman to make him change his mind.’