A Wedding In Springtime(29)

“Matchmaking mamas? But I thought Mr. Grant was not considered a respectable man.”

“Respectable? Oh yes, he is certainly respectable. The trouble with Mr. Grant is that he is not safe.”

“I am not sure I understand. I thought he was a rake.”

“Yes, he is but not the bad kind.”

Genie sipped her lemonade, trying to make sense of this. “There are good kinds and bad?”

“Certainly. The bad kind will seduce young innocents and leave them ruined without caring two figs about them. Those kind are not invited to parties such as these nor would they be inclined to come. There are some men in society who believe women are only there to serve their needs, and if a girl is to give them attention, they feel no compunction in enjoying it at the moment and then disregarding the girl. They seduce the innocent, then have the audacity to blame the girl, even if she is frightfully young and he is much older and experienced, and he still won’t offer her his name because he is a vile, hateful creature.” Penelope spoke with such venom that Genie blinked.

Penelope gulped down her lemonade in a single swig. “Just for an example.”

“Yes, an example,” agreed Genie, not believing a word of it. At some point, Penelope must have come across the bad sort of rake. “But you said there was a good kind of rake?”

“Yes, yes, where was I? The good sort does not seduce young innocents. They avoid debutantes as a general course in life and instead associate with women of a different nature. I am speaking of professional courtesans and married women in society who feel free to have additional relationships beyond their husband.”

Genie almost dropped her lemonade. In a few short sentences, Penelope had shared more of the world than she had ever gotten from her mother or brothers. She had thought herself quite wise for having two elder brothers, but none had ever spoken of such things so blatantly.

“Forgive me, I have shocked you,” said Penelope in her direct manner.

“No, well, yes, a little.”

“Now you can see why I remain unmarried. I have a dreadful habit of speaking plainly when I should speak in euphemisms or better yet not speak at all. Yet, I think if a woman is going to enter the married state, she would do well to go into it with her eyes open and choose wisely.”

“Yes, I agree. Though I doubt I shall have to sort through the offers. But please explain to me why the good sort of rake is better than the bad sort.”

“The good sort would not intentionally ruin a girl. A mother can feel safe in that. The risk is more that the girl should become unwisely attached to him only to have her heart broken when an offer of marriage was not forthcoming. You must be wary of sending a girl into a decline. Yet the good sort of rake is also well established in society with pleasing manners and a healthy income. If such a man could be made to come to the altar, any mama would happily marry their daughter to him.”

“So Mr. Grant is the good sort of rake?”

“The best kind. His manners are pleasant, his actions kind, his wallet plump, and he is handsome too. He would make a very nice sort of husband, if he could ever be made to come up to scratch.”

“What would it take to do that?”

Penelope’s brow scrunched into a look of concern. “Please tell me you are not developing a tendre for Mr. Grant. We wish to help you be married, but you must understand, Mr. Grant is not the sort who is going to offer.”

“Yes, of course,” said Genie airily, as if it was of no concern. “I am still just trying to understand London society. It is quite different from home.”

Penelope’s face relaxed. “I completely understand. When my sisters and I first arrived in London, I was sure we had traveled to a foreign country. It took a while before I understood the rules and how to break them. Now let’s see if we can make some introductions for you to some eligible men.”

Penelope led Genie to where the Dowager Duchess of Marchford was playing whist with Lady Bremerton and some other friends. The game concluded with the dowager the winner. Flush with her victory, the dowager turned her considerable powers toward introducing Genie to the eligible males at the ball. Penelope somehow managed to wrangle the men to visit the dowager, who then made the introductions. Penelope and the duchess must have been working with the elusive Madame X, since they kept her busy introducing her to eligible bachelors, one after the next.

“Miss Talbot, may I present Mr. Blakely,” said the Dowager Duchess of Marchford.