Apologies, couldnt resist trying a bit of Austen pastiche!
'I am certain,' babbled Mrs Fotherington, 'Certain that the good Count would look most favourably, yes most favourably, on the proposal that you and your sister take the cottage on his lands, Miss Linstock. I propose we ask him directly!'
Miss Linstock, who, to her credit, had neither made such a proposal nor indeed any effort to engage Mrs Fotherington in conversation, smiled prettily and reached for the teapot.
'How kind, Mrs Fotherington, but there really is no-'
'Nonsense! I am set upon it my dear, quite, quite set. Indeed, I am to venture to the good Count this very day, this very day! A good man, a private man for all he is of, well, for all he is not English, but a title is a title! The country air around these parts does him good, I fancy, for his hair looks darker and his skin younger than when he came. And with this curious illness afflicting the villagers, too!'
'Perhaps, Mrs Fortherington, we might consult the object of your charity before the benefactor?'
all heads turned at these words. Miss Kington leant across to Lucy, noting her interest int he stranger as he strode in, removing his gloves by the fingertips and casting them aside intot he waiting hands of a footman.
'I see Colonel Fitzalan is returned fromt he wars; they say he has a duke for an uncle, at least two estates, and a fervent dislike of London society.'
Lucy allowed herself a sip of tea.
'And, I think, a rather haughty manner?'
Miss Kington laughed.
'he has a direct way, it is true, but i hear he is a superb dancer.'
Lucy smiled.
'Who is this Count, anyway? I go abroad with the regiment to find my home colonised by gossips, my old neighbour mysteriously absent, a curious malaise afflicting the poor folk, and a foreign Count in residence?'
Col Fitzalan gave a curt bow as Lucy stood.
'you must forgive me, Colonel. I am Lucy Linstock. Your cousin invited me and my sister to stay following our family difficulty.'
Fitzalan observed her impassively.
'My cousin has a way of collecting strays, Miss Linstock. I hope you will not be made a pet of.'