young woman into a society. And it was a role for which he could think of no one less suitable.
After all, his contact with the ton had been severely limited by his military service and his prolonged convalescence, but the implications of being called upon to provide a proper season for George Darlington's daughter went far beyond anything he had been thinking when he began this harebrained journey.
Sentimental idiot, Sebastian would have chided. And Dare would have been the first to warn that if he ended up in his grave as a result of driving halfway across the country in a snowstorm, then there would be no one around to see to Annie Darlington's upbringing. Not, Ian admitted, that she needed much 'seeing to'.
In actuality, she was already a woman grown. Most girls her age were married and producing the requisite heirs for their husbands. Just because this one had been hidden away behind the imposing doors of Fenton School for years it didn't mean that society wouldn't consider her a woman.
"Her season?" he repeated, his mind considering with near-horror what he knew about such things.
It was little enough. He had danced with his share of debutantes, of course. That was expected of every man about town. But he had never had the responsibility of bringing one out. And it seemed that Mrs. Kemp was now suggesting that he should.
"But of course," Mrs. Kemp said. "Her mother's family was quite respectable. Her grandfather was a viscount. And I believe the Darlington name to be equally honourable. Now, Annie's father..." Mrs. Kemp paused delicately, one brow raised in question. "Was he a friend of yours, Mr. Sinclair?"
"An acquaintance," Ian said carefully.
He had determined to keep his feelings about Darlington to himself. Airing them would serve no purpose but to rebound unfavorably in his daughter, who did not deserve that stain.
"Ah..." Mrs. Kemp said softly. "I did not think the two of you..." Again she paused, her eyes meeting Ian's in perfect understanding. "He neglected Annie dreadfully. If it were not for the character of the girl herself, due to his financial neglect I should have been forced to send her away years ago."
"I understood from the solicitors that her fees had been paid," Ian said, feeling another surge of anger at Annie's father.
"Her fees, but nothing else. That poor child has been dependent on our charity for the very clothes on her back."
"I assure you, Mrs Kemp, that what is owing to you will come first out of whatever estate Darlington has left.
However, knowing his penchant for gambling and other...vices, I'm not sure of how much that consists. You will be repaid for your kindness, I assure you, even if it comes from my own pockets."
"I don't want the money, Mr Sinclair. Especially not yours. I do, however, want Annie to have the chance at the happiness she more than deserves. She's a good child, with a warm and generous spirit. I want someone to see to it that she is settled into a situation more appropriate to her birth than we can provide for her here. Will you promise me that you will do your very best to give her that chance?"
Ian had come north on a fool's errand, drawn by sentiment and by the thought of giving a lonely child a festive Christmas. Now he was being asked to make a very different commitment. He might know little about providing a season for a young woman, but he certainly knew the stated intent of such an endeavour.
Mrs. Kemp was asking him to find Annie Darlington a husband. As her guardian, Ian knew that, in reality, he could do no less for the girl and fulfil the obligations inherent in that post.
"You have my word," he said softly.
*~*~*~*
"Such a chance, Annie. An unbelievable opportunity. You must promise me, my dear, that you will do everything you can to take advantage of it," Mrs Kemp said.
"I'm afraid I don't understand. I mean... it's only a Christmas visit," Annie said doubtfully, smiling at her headmistress, who had been the closest thing to a mother she had ever known. Her own had died when Annie was four, shortly before she had been sent to Fenton School.
"Perhaps that was Mr Sinclair's intention at first, but I believe i have made him see his responsibilities to you run much deeper than that. He is, after all, your guardian. It's up to him to see you suitably settled."
Annie shook her head, still not sure what Mrs. Kemp was talking about. "Suitably settled?" she repeated. "I thought we had agreed I should have a teaching post here next term."
"Oh, my dear! That can hardly compare with what is now offered you. I find it hard to believe that your father had the foresight to choose so well. He did, however, and now you must do your part."
"My part in what?"
"To find your place in the world you are entitled to by your birth. We both know that you can sometimes be rather headstrong, my dear. I'm simply saying that you