Augusta's eyes widened to their fullest extent "Why should you care?" she asked. "Your career to date would hardly lead one to suppose you fought shy of scandal." She fixed Max with a penetrating stare. "Besides, while there'll no doubt be talk, none of it will harm anyone. Quite the opposite. It'll get these girls into the limelight!"
The black frown on Max's face did not lighten.
Caroline wisely refrained from interfering between the two principal protagonists, but sat beside
Augusta, looking as innocent as she could. Max's gaze swept over her and stopped on her face. His
eyes narrowed. Caroline calmly returned his scrutiny.
There was little doubt in Max's mind that Caroline Twinning had deliberately concealed from him the truth about her sisters until he had gone too far in establishing himself as their guardian to pull back.
He felt sure some retribution was owing to one who had so manipulated him but, staring into her large grey-green eyes, was unable to decide which of the numerous and varied punishments his fertile imagination supplied would be the most suitable. Instead, he said, in the tones of one goaded beyond endurance, " 'Commonly held to be well to pass', indeed!"
Caroline smiled.
Augusta intervened. "Whatever you're thinking of, Max, it won't do! You're the girls' guardian-you
told me so yourself. You cannot simply wash your hands of them. I can see it'll be a trifle awkward for you," her eyes glazed as she thought of Lady Mortland, "but if you don't concern yourself with them, who will?"
Despite his violent response to his first sight of all four Twinning sisters, perfectly understandable in the circumstances, Max had not seriously considered giving up his guardianship of them. His behaviour over the past ten minutes had been more in the nature of an emotional rearguard action in an attempt, which his rational brain acknowledged as futile, to resist the tide of change he could see rising up to swamp his hitherto well-ordered existence. He fired his last shot. "Do you seriously imagine that someone with my reputation will be considered a suitable guardian for four…?" He paused, his eyes on Caroline, any number of highly apt descriptions revolving in his head. "Excessively attractive virgins?" he concluded savagely.
Caroline's eyes widened and her dimple appeared.
"On the contrary!" Augusta answered. "Who better than you to act as their guardian? Odds are you
know every ploy ever invented and a few more besides. And if you can't keep the wolves at bay, then
no one can. I really don't know why you're creating all this fuss."
Max did not know either. After a moment of silence, he turned abruptly and crossed to the windows giving on to the courtyard. He had known from the outset that this was one battle he was destined to
lose. Yet some part of his mind kept suggesting in panic-stricken accents that there must be some other way. He watched as the three younger girls-his wards, heaven forbid!-examined the fountain, prodding and poking in an effort to find the lever to turn it on. They were a breathtaking sight, the varied hues of their shining hair vying with the flowers, their husky laughter and the unconsciously seductive way their supple figures swayed this way and that causing him to groan inwardly. Up to the point when he had first sighted them, the three younger Twinnings had figured in his plans as largely irrelevant entities, easily swept into the background and of no possible consequence to his plans for their elder sister. One glimpse had been enough to scuttle that scenario. He was trapped-a guardian in very truth. And with what the Twinning girls had to offer he would have no choice but to play the role to the hilt. Every man in London with eyes would be after them!
Lady Benborough eyed Max's unyielding back with a frown. Then she turned to the woman beside her. She had already formed a high opinion of Miss Twinning. What was even more to the point, being considerably more than seven, Augusta had also perceived that her reprehensible nephew was far from indifferent to the luscious beauty. Meeting the grey-green eyes, her ladyship raised her brows. Caroline nodded and rose.
Max turned as Caroline laid her hand on his arm. She was watching her sisters, not him. Her voice,
when she spoke, was tactfully low. "If it would truly bother you to stand as our guardian, I'm sure we could make some other arrangement." As she finished speaking, she raised her eyes to his.
Accustomed to every feminine wile known to woman, Max nevertheless could see nothing in the lucent grey eyes to tell him whether the offer was a bluff or not. But it only took a moment to realise that if he won this particular argument, if he succeeded in withdrawing as guardian to the Twinning sisters,
Caroline Twinning would be largely removed from his orbit. Which would certainly make his seduction
of her more difficult, if not impossible. Faced with those large grey-green eyes, Max did what none of
the habitues of Gentleman Jackson's boxing salon had yet seen him do. He threw in the towel.
Having resigned himself to the inevitable, Max departed, leaving the ladies to become better acquainted. As the street door closed behind him, Lady Benborough turned a speculative glance on Caroline. Her
lips twitched. "Very well done, my dear. Clearly you need no lessons in how to manage a man."
Caroline's smile widened. "I've had some experience, I'll admit."
"Well, you'll need it all if you're going to tackle my nephew." Augusta grinned in anticipation. From
where she sat, her world looked rosy indeed. Not only did she have four rich beauties to fire off, and unlimited funds to do it with, but, glory of glories, for the first time since he had emerged from short
coats her reprehensible nephew was behaving in a less than predictable fashion. She allowed herself a
full minute to revel in the wildest of imaginings, before settling down to extract all the pertinent details
of their backgrounds and personalities from the Twinning sisters. The younger girls returned when the tea-tray arrived. By the time it was removed, Lady Benborough had satisfied herself on all points of interest and the conversation moved on to their introduction to the ton.
"I wonder whether news of your existence has leaked out yet," mused her ladyship. "Someone may
have seen you at Grillon's."
"Lady Jersey saw me yesterday with Max in his curricle," said Caroline.
"Did she?" Augusta sat up straighter. "In that case, there's no benefit in dragging our heels. If Silence already has the story, the sooner you make your appearance, the better. We'll go for a drive in the Park
tomorrow." She ran a knowledgeable eye over the sisters' dresses. "I must say, your dresses are very attractive. Are they all like that?"
Reassured on their wardrobes, she nodded. "So there's nothing to stop us wading into the fray immediately. Good!" She let her eye? wander over the four faces in front of her, all beautiful yet each with its own allure. Her gaze rested on Lizzie. "You- Lizzie, isn't it? You're eighteen?"
Lizzie nodded. "Yes, ma'am."
"If that's so, then there's no reason for us to be missish," returned her ladyship. "I assume you all wish
to find husbands?"
They all nodded decisively.
"Good! At least we're all in agreement over the objective. Now for the strategy. Although your sudden appearance all together is going to cause a riot. I rather think that's going to be the best way to begin.
At the very least, we'll be noticed."
"Oh, we're always noticed!" returned Arabella, hazel eyes twinkling.
Augusta laughed. "I dare say." From any other young lady, the comment would have earned a reproof. However, it was impossible to deny the Twinning sisters were rather more man just beautiful, and as