The compromise is a stock scene in regency romance. Maybe when two people in love are caught unawares. Perhaps an accidental encounter that is seen and misinterpreted. Or, as in the scene I’ve shared below, an evil plot by a fortune hunter and a female snake, aided and abetted by my heroine’s own mother.

Perhaps you have one you’d like to share in the comments.

Regina put up her parasol and strolled down through the garden, nodding to acquaintances. She crossed the lawn at the bottom, and strolled back up the path on the other side. She was approaching the house when a footman hurried up to her. “Miss Kingsley?”

“Yes, that is I,” she said.

“A note for you, miss.” He handed over a folded piece of paper, and hurried away before she could question him.

It was from Cordelia, her friend’s usual neat copperplate an untidy scrawl that hinted at a perturbed mind.

Regina, I don’t know what to do! It is dreadful. I need your advice, dear friend.  I am waiting in a little parlour by the front door—I cannot bear for all those horrid gossipers to see me. Please do not fail me. Cordelia.

Regina didn’t hesitate. She hurried through the house, too anxious to find her mother and let her know where she was going. To the left of the front entrance, a door stood a little ajar. Regina could see a couple of chairs and low table through the gap. This must be it.

She pushed the door wider and was three steps into the room before she realised that Cordelia was not there.

Behind her, the door slammed shut. Regina spun around.

Mr David Deffew stood there, grinning. “Hello, Miss Kingsley. How good of you to join me.”

“Please get out of my way,” Regina demanded. “I am looking for my friend.”

“I would like to be your friend,” Mr Deffew crooned. “But if you mean Miss Miller, she has, or so I understand, left town.”

“It was a trick,” Regina realised.

Mr Deffew’s smirk confirmed her suspicion.

“Get out of my way, Mr Deffew. Whatever you think you are up to, I am not interested.”

“Such fire,” Mr Deffew crooned.

At that moment, someone spoke on the other side of the door. Suddenly, Mr Deffew leapt on Regina, crushed her in his arms, tore at her dress, and pressed sloppy kisses to whatever part of her face he could reach as she struggled.

The door burst open, and people crowded into the room. Miss Wharton, exchanging triumphant glances with Mr Deffew. Regina’s mother, looking smug. Lady Beddlesnirt, one of the most notable gossips of the ton. Others, too, all expressing gleeful horror.

Regina broke free of Mr Deffew and ran to her mother. “It is not what it looks, Mama. Mr Deffew tricked me. I got this note!” She held it up and Miss Wharton snatched it out of her hand and threw it in the fire.

Mama turned to Mr Deffew. “Shame on you, sir.”

Mr Deffew bowed. “I was overcome by love, Lady Kingsley. I will make it right, of course.”

“A betrothal,” Mama announced to the room.