"He certainly could not. You'll fetch another conveyance at once!" "Yes ma'am." The driver looked sulky at being addressed thus by a woman much younger than him, whom (perhaps because of where he'd picked them up), he seemed to think was of no better station than he, just another of his master's charity cases. Which, Jenny reflected, was probably perfectly true. She settled back in her seat and folded her hands together, staring down at the soft kid leather gloves. Laurie was a generous man. From what she'd heard of him, and she had certainly made discreet inquiries when clothes shopping with the money from Henry, she'd learnt that he was full of jokes, kind to many people, but rarely serious. And he had never been known to care much for balls or parties or young women. Certainly there was no likelihood that he would be doing this for any reason other than kindness to a young man who had gone to his school and whose family had fallen on hard times. It could have nothing to do with Jenny or her charms.
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