Chapter 7
So Lady Catherine was a cripple. He considered the notion dispassionately. On the one hand, it was a terrible shame. She was a beautiful young woman, certainly the most stunning woman at the ball. But now it was no wonder that she was not surrounded by a coterie of male admirers. She was rich and beautiful – but not quite marriage material.
On the other hand, it was ridiculous. What exactly did those men who ignored her expect from a woman? A pretty face and some maidenly accomplishments, no doubt. Lady Catherine could probably paint watercolours and play the pianoforte tolerably well. Perhaps she could sing. She had a title and a fortune. What did they want that she could not provide? An heir, perhaps?
The thought interested him. He turned it over in his mind. He had seen man
