Winston lifted his brow, taken aback by Miss Emma’s insensitivity. “Surely she has every right to mourn their loss,” he pointed out gently.
Miss Emma blinked, as if the thought hadn’t occurred toher. “Well, yes, of course. I just meant that I don’t know how to help her. And I want to,” she rushed out. “I even suggested going on a walk later today to help ease her pain.”
Mattie turned towards her sister. “You did?”
“Yes, and Franny was receptive to the idea,” Miss Emma said. “You are welcome to join us, my lord.” She batted her eyelashes at him.
Winston was many things, but he was not a fool. He could see through Miss Emma’s façade, knowing she cared more for herself than others. It was a common theme amongst women in high Society. It was one of the reasons why he avoided social events in London.
But Mattie was not like that. He could see it in her expressions, hear it in her voice, how deeply she cared about others. She was not like any young woman he had ever met. Even when they were at odds, she couldn’t hide her caring nature.
Knowing that Miss Emma was still waiting for a response, he replied, “You are most kind to invite me along, but I’m afraid I have work that I must see to this afternoon.”
Miss Emma’s disappointment was evident in the frown that appeared on her lips. “Perhaps some other time then,” she muttered.
Taking a moment to observe Miss Emma, Winston noted that he had little doubt she would stand out in the marriage mart when she debuted. With her blonde hair, blue eyes, and fair complexion, she fit the mold of what was considered beautiful by theton. Yet, he was more partial to red hair.
Sitting next to him in the carriage, Elodie started swatting in the air. “Good heavens, did you see that?” she asked. “A bug nearly attacked me.”
He chuckled at his sister’s exaggeration. “I did not see such a thing.”
“The bug was huge, probably the biggest I have ever seen, and it was going straight for my mouth,” his sister declared with a shiver of disgust.
“And why would it do that?” he asked.
Elodie shrugged. “Perhaps the bug had a death wish,” she retorted. “I cannot explain the thoughts of an enormous bug.”
“Or maybe it was looking for some shade from this relentless sun?” Winston teased.
“In my mouth?!” Elodie asked. “If that is the case, it is not the smartest bug and most likely won’t last much longer.”
Winston smirked. “I do not think bugs are particularly intelligent. Not like you, Sister.”
Elodie shook her head. “You may jest, but wait until you swallow a bug,” she said. “Then you will change your tune.”
“Some people consider eating bugs a delicacy,” Winston pointed out.
Miss Emma spoke up. “That is rather a disgusting thought,” she stated. “I would never eat a bug. Frankly, I would rather die first.”
Winston exchanged a glance with Mattie and he could see the amusement in her eyes. “That is a shame because our cook was going to prepare a plate full of bugs for supper tonight,” Mattie joked.
“That is hardly funny,” Miss Emma declared, her chin jutting in the air.
If Winston needed further proof that Miss Emma would fit well into high Society, her pretentious attitude confirmed it.
Elodie swatted at the air again. “Good heavens, the bugs are everywhere,” she exclaimed. “This wouldn’t have been an issue if we had taken the coach, as I suggested.”
Winston nudged her shoulder playfully. “Yes, but then we wouldn’t have been able to admire the beautiful countryside.”
“It is beautiful,” Mattie remarked as she turned her gaze back to the rolling green hills. The sound of sheep bleating could be heard in the distance, adding to the picturesque scene. “May I ask where your sheep farm is located?”
He pointed towards the horizon, a smile spreadingacross his face. “In the next county over,” he replied. “It isn’t too far away from Brockhall Manor by coach.”
“When do I get to see your sheep farm?” Elodie asked eagerly.
“Whenever you would like,” Winston replied. “I should note that there is a small cottage on the property, but it leaks when it rains.”
Elodie smiled. “Sounds charming.”
