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Authors: M.C. Beaton

Enlightening Delilah

M. C. Beaton
is the author of the hugely successful Agatha Raisin and Hamish Macbeth series, as well as a quartet of Edwardian murder mysteries featuring heroine Lady Rose Summer, the Travelling Matchmaker and Six Sisters Regency romance series, and a stand-alone murder mystery,
The Skeleton in the Closet
– all published by Constable & Robinson. She left a full-time career in journalism to turn to writing, and now divides her time between the Cotswolds and Paris. Visit
for more.

Praise for the School for Manners series:

‘[Beaton] displays a fine touch in creating an amusing set of calamities in her latest piece of frivolous fiction.’


‘The Tribbles, with their salty exchanges and impossible schemes, provide delightful entertainment.’

Publishers Weekly

‘[M. C. Beaton] again charms and delights; a bonbon for those partial to Regency romances.’


‘The Tribbles are charmers . . . Very highly recommended.’

Library Journal

Titles by M. C. Beaton

The School for Manners

Refining Felicity

Perfecting Fiona

Enlightening Delilah

Animating Maria

Finessing Clarissa

Marrying Harriet

The Six Sisters


The Taming of Annabelle

Deirdre and Desire


Diana the Huntress

Frederica in Fashion

The Edwardian Murder Mystery series

Snobbery with Violence

Hasty Death

Sick of Shadows

Our Lady of Pain

The Travelling Matchmaker series

Emily Goes to Exeter

Belinda Goes to Bath

Penelope Goes to Portsmouth

Beatrice Goes to Brighton

Deborah Goes to Dover

Yvonne Goes to York

The Agatha Raisin series

Agatha Raisin and the Quiche of Death

Agatha Raisin and the Vicious Vet

Agatha Raisin and the Potted Gardener

Agatha Raisin and the Walkers of Dembley

Agatha Raisin and the Murderous Marriage

Agatha Raisin and the Terrible Tourist

Agatha Raisin and the Wellspring of Death

Agatha Raisin and the Wizard of Evesham

Agatha Raisin and the Witch of Wyckhadden

Agatha Raisin and the Fairies of Fryfam

Agatha Raisin and the Love from Hell

Agatha Raisin and the Day the Floods Came

Agatha Raisin and the Curious Curate

Agatha Raisin and the Haunted House

Agatha Raisin and the Deadly Dance

Agatha Raisin and the Perfect Paragon

Agatha Raisin and Love, Lies and Liquor

Agatha Raisin and Kissing Christmas Goodbye

Agatha Raisin and a Spoonful of Poison

Agatha Raisin: There Goes the Bride

Agatha Raisin and the Busy Body

Agatha Raisin: As the Pig Turns

The Hamish Macbeth series

Death of a Gossip

Death of a Cad

Death of an Outsider

Death of a Perfect Wife

Death of a Hussy

Death of a Snob

Death of a Prankster

Death of a Glutton

Death of a Travelling Man

Death of a Charming Man

Death of a Nag

Death of a Macho Man

Death of a Dentist

Death of a Scriptwriter

Death of an Addict

A Highland Christmas

Death of a Dustman

Death of a Celebrity

Death of a Village

Death of a Poison Pen

Death of a Bore

Death of a Dreamer

Death of a Maid

Death of a Gentle Lady

Death of a Witch

Death of a Valentine

Death of a Sweep

Death of a Kingfisher

The Skeleton in the Closet

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First published in the US by St Martin’s Press, 1989

This paperback edition published by Canvas,
an imprint of Constable & Robinson Ltd, 2012

Copyright © M. C. Beaton, 1989

The right of M. C. Beaton to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

All rights reserved. This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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ISBN: 978-1-78033-314-4 (paperback)
ISBN: 978-1-78033-469-1 (ebook)

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There is great happiness in the country, but it requires a visit to London every year to reassure yourself of this truth.

Sydney Smith

‘Going up to town, m’dear,’ said Squire Simon Wraxall.

His daughter, Delilah, looked at him, startled. ‘But you never go to London, Papa. You hate it.’

‘Pressing business,’ mumbled the squire, picking up his newspaper and barricading himself behind it.

The couple were seated over breakfast in their comfortable country mansion. Early autumn sunshine shone through the diamond-shaped panes of the latticed windows and sparkled on the silver on the table. The coffee urn on the sideboard hissed like a cat. A fire crackled in the hearth.

‘Is it something to do with that letter from London you have just received?’ asked Delilah.

‘Eh, what?’ said the squire. ‘Yes, yes. That’s it.’

‘And who was the letter from?’

‘Fellow about phosphates. That lower field down by the river is in bad heart.’

‘Put down that newspaper,’ commanded his daughter imperiously.

The squire reluctantly lowered the newspaper. He looked shifty. Delilah studied him for some moments, and then said, ‘I don’t mind, you know. Mama has been dead for some time. I suppose it was only to be expected.’

‘Don’t know what you’re talking about,’ said the squire, looking puzzled.

‘Do not tease me, Papa. That letter was addressed in a very feminine hand. Moreover, it smelled of scent. If you have a lady in London in whom you are interested, then I quite understand.’

‘I am not interested in any woman,’ howled the squire. ‘Mind your own business, Delilah. That’s the trouble with women, always gossiping and poking their noses into things that don’t concern them.’

‘Pooh! I am like a clam compared to you. You are a terrible old gossip. Still, if you wish to keep your guilty secret to yourself, then so be it.’

She looked at her father hopefully, but he merely said, ‘Good,’ and raised his newspaper again.

A small frown marred the alabaster white of Delilah’s brow. She rose and helped herself to another cup of coffee and sat down and began to wonder how she would feel with a stepmother. It took her very little time to decide she would not like it at all.

Despite her startling beauty, Delilah Wraxall was twenty-three and still unwed. It was not through lack of opportunity. She had received many proposals of marriage and had turned them all down. She assumed herself to be content with her life. She ran her father’s home efficiently. He was very rich and so she could command the latest fashions from London and every trinket her heart desired.

Her father put down the newspaper and got to his feet. ‘Better be off,’ he said.

‘Won’t you tell me who she is?’ asked Delilah.

‘Now stop that nonsense,’ he growled, dropping a kiss on the top of her head. ‘Only be away a few days.’ He strode out of the room and Delilah heard him calling for his man, John, to bring down the luggage.

The squire really did not think about women other than his daughter very much. Most women made him feel desperately shy. He had been devoted to his late wife, about whom his only complaint had been that she had insisted on calling their daughter Delilah. With a name like that, the squire often thought, one could only expect trouble. For Delilah Wraxall was a hardened flirt. Even at the great age of twenty-three, she was still stunningly beautiful with a white skin, jet black hair, and large hazel eyes fringed with silky lashes.

There was a rumbling of wheels as the squire’s travelling carriage was brought round to the front of the house. Delilah went out onto the step and watched her father as he gave orders to the coachman.

At the age of fifty, he was still a well-set-up man, six feet in height, and with a rather battered handsome face. His hair was snow-white but so thick and glossy that people often assumed it was a spun-glass wig. His eyes were very blue, wide and childlike.

After he had driven off, Delilah went back indoors to put on a warm cloak. She would go for a walk and try to think what she was going to do should her father bring home a bride.

As his carriage jolted along the road to London, the squire took out that letter and read it again. The Misses Tribble, twin sisters who claimed to be able to bring ‘difficult girls’ out at the Season and to find them husbands, had written to say they would grant him an interview. He had appealed to them in desperation after Delilah had turned down her last beau. It was not natural for such a beautiful girl as Delilah to remain unwed. The squire thought his neighbours blamed
for her unmarried state, believing him to be keeping her unmarried so as to have an unpaid housekeeper. He would have been very upset had he known that his neighbours all considered Delilah a terrible flirt, a minx, and pitied him accordingly.