Page 87 of When She Was a Governess
No one spoke for a moment, perhaps considering what they would do for work if they were allowed.
“Is it true your husband won a tavern in a poker game?” Lady Ridgeway asked a few seconds later, eyes sparkling.
Georgiana laughed softly. “That is indeed true. He is quite clever at cards.”
“Luckily, because it kept them from starvation before their family name was restored,” Rose said.
Mrs. Hartford’s expression had turned from skepticism to what looked like approval. “All three of you have weathered much in your young lives. I, for one, am in awe of your fortitude and courage.”
The other ladies nodded, clearly in agreement.
“We mustn’t believe most of the gossip in our circles,” Lady Ridgeway said. “It feels particularly vicious of late, does it not?”
“The Countess of Hartwell has been energetic in spreading rumors about Lady Montrose,” Mrs. Hartford said carefully, though her tone was not pointed, only thoughtful. “She has gone to a great deal of trouble to paint your family in a certain unflattering light. One wonders at her motivations.”
Charlotte seized the opening to speak directly about Constance. “Lady Montrose’s mother-in-law has never recovered from losing her daughter, Rebecca. Grief can make people behave in ways they otherwise wouldn’t. I find it quite sad.”
“Yes, it is sad,” Lady Ridgeway said. “But terribly unfair to Lady Montrose. I find it deplorable.”
“My mother told me once,” Rose said, “that the cruelest people are usually the most wounded. Though that doesn’t excuse cruelty, of course.”
“Indeed not.” Lady Pembridge bobbed her head in obvious agreement. “And to your point, Lady Ridgeway, we must be discerning about what and who we choose to believe.”
“I agree,” the Duchess of Devonshire said. “And frankly, I’m rather tired of listening to vicious gossip. Half of London seems to have forgotten basic civility.”
“As women, we must remain united,” Lady Ridgeway said. “Support one another rather than tear one another apart.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” Georgiana said.
Then Lady Pembridge set down her teacup with a decisive clink.
“That settles it, then. I think Lady Montrose has been subjected to quite enough suspicion. She’s clearly a woman of substance and sincerity. And the Ashford family has demonstrated remarkable strength of character through multiple trials.”
The conversation shifted then, becoming lighter. Ladies began asking Sophia about Montrose Manor, about Amelia’s education, about her plans for the Season.
“You’ll face more scrutiny in the coming weeks,” the Duchess of Devonshire said, not unkindly. “The best approach is to be visible but unflappable. Attend events. Be gracious. Let your character speak for itself.”
“And don’t respond to every whisper,” Mrs. Hartford added, her tone now friendly. “Dignity is its own defense. The more you ignore the gossip, the less power it has.”
“Focus on genuine connections,” Lady Westbrook suggested. “Not every social call or dinner needs to be strategic. Find thepeople and causes that genuinely interest you. Society respects authenticity.”
“I’ve always found,” Lady Ridgeway said warmly, “that charitable work helps. Not as a performance, but because it gives you purpose beyond the drawing room battles. What interests you, Lady Montrose?”
“Education,” Sophia said without hesitation. “I’d like to find ways to support education for children who wouldn’t otherwise have access.”
“That’s wonderful,” Lady Westbrook said with genuine enthusiasm. “There are several charitable schools in London that would welcome your involvement.”
“I’d be happy to introduce you,” Lady Ridgeway offered. “Perhaps we could visit one together next week?”
“I would be delighted,” Sophia said.
By the time they prepared to leave, the atmosphere in the room had transformed completely. Ladies who’d arrived with polite skepticism were now extending invitations.
“You must come to my musical next Thursday,” Lady Pembridge said, embracing Sophia warmly. “And bring Lord Montrose. I’d like to meet him properly.”
“My husband and I are hosting a small dinner on Saturday,” the Duchess of Devonshire said. “Nothing grand, just twelve couples. We’d be honored if you and Lord Montrose would join us.”
Lady Westbrook took Sophia’s hand. “I’ll call on you next week at Thornbridge House, if that’s acceptable? I can tell you more about my work with the schools.”
