Several characters in the third and final installment of my regency series The
Ladies Most Unlikely will already be familiar to readers of the first two
books. Some of them you'll be pleased to see again - others not so much. But
every story has to have its villain and every story has to have its voice of
reason.
Well, Lady
Bramley would like to think she's the latter. She's certainly not the former,
but she can be a bit of a trial at times for the young people she attempts to
guard and guide through life. Lady Bramley is the sort of woman who knows
everything - specifically the "proper way" to get anything done. As
she likes to say, "Of course, I'm right. I always am."
She can sometimes be stuck in her ways, but she loves a good
challenge and is beginning to see that change is not necessarily a bad thing. By
the end of this third book, I like to think she is a showing her softer side
more often, but she is still intrinsically that same Lady Bramley of whom there
can be no other and no equal.
I cannot imagine the busy lady being willing to sit still long enough for a portrait and I think she would consider it a foolish vanity at her age, so the portrait I chose to represent her here is of a younger woman. I can see her, in her youth, obliging her beloved husband by curbing that restlessness just long enough to pose for a painting. From the look in her eye and the set of her lips she's at the end of her patience, don't you think?
When Lady Bramley encountered our "Ladies Most Unlikely" in the first book, her
ladyship had been a widow for some years, was often ignored by her two sons, frustrated
by an anti-social nephew, and had turned her energies into gardening. Lady
Bramley is an expert grower of vegetables, gourds and melons. And there is not
a person left in London who is ignorant of the fact. She's made certain of it.
* * * *
"I
grow prize-winning marrows, Captain Hathaway. Did your sister not tell
you?"
"I'm
afraid Georgiana neglected to mention it, madam. I cannot think why for she
knows how fond I am of marrow."
Lady
Bramley waved her lorgnette. "My glasshouse produces the biggest gourds and
best fruit in Mayfair. My marrows are notorious, although I must say my melons
are also magnificent this year."
Emma felt
it incumbent upon her to interject, "Melons are not of the gourd family,
of course, but botanically of the berry genus." And then she blushed hotly
again as all eyes turned to observe her.
The lady
continued as if Emma had never spoken. "Everybody remarks upon the size of
my melons whenever they are exhibited. My melons have, in fact, received a
mention in The Gentleman's Weekly."
"I
see," the Captain muttered, looking down and pressing his lips hard
together as if he had a pain somewhere. "You must have your hands full,
madam."
"Indeed.
Lady Fortescue-Rumputney is lime green with envy over my success. She, of
course, leaves the tending of her melons to the hands of her gardener, which
is, in my opinion, a mistake."
And for
Georgiana, Melinda and Emma, it all turns out very well.
By the end
of The Bounce in the Captain's Boots,
that decision to play Ovid's "Pygmalion" with these three young
ladies has not only been a good deed. It has also given Lady Bramley the nearest
thing she has to daughters. She might even love them more than her gourds and
melons.
In her words, "They are, like most young girls, despicably riotous and needlessly excitable on occasion, but they have promise. I like to find pearls in my oysters and to see pretty things grow to their full potential."
In the final book of the series, Lady Bramley gets to see her fledglings take flight into the world and you will get to find out what happens to all the characters you've come to know.
The Bounce in the
Captain's Boots will be available on September 13th.
Happy reading!
Portrait above is of Mrs. Davies Davenport 1782-1784, by George Romney.
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