His gaze moved from Lady Asquith back to herself. “Redver is a close friend of Harbury’s, so I wasn’t completely shocked to see him sitting by your side. Even so, I feel I must warn you against a closer acquaintance. With everything that’s happened, you must take special care. And when I say you,” he sent her a significant glance, “I meanallof you.” He placed his hands over hers. “Your sisters are of special concern to me.”
“Kind of you, Neville.” She tugged, but Neville held fast. “But I will remind you we are all in Lady Asquith’s capable care.”
“You know I…” He flushed. “Please give my best to Millicent.”
Three times he’d mentioned Millie!
She eyed him with increased suspicion. “I will deliver your greetings to all my younger sisters.”
Neville pursed his lips. Eliza kept her expression deliberately blank.
Though Millie was old enough to be out, mourning had delayed her presentation. As a friend of Asquith’s, Neville had spent time with the family, but his interference, however well meant, caused her discomfort.
Millie certainly did not return his affection.
Behind her, the curtain swished. Immediately, Neville released her hands.
She turned and found Redver’s grim gaze fixed on Neville.
He did not look pleased.
