Henry looked up to see Lady Valor hanging out a window. And looking rather irate.
“I’d better go in and smooth things over,” Lady Verity said.
“I will come tomorrow,” Henry said.
“Yes, but don’t miss the lecture at The Royal Society,” she said. “I will be quite interested to hear of it.”
“Really? The effect of magnesia on uric acid?”
“No, not really. But I should not like to interfere with your studies.” Lady Verity paused. “You do not dissect monkeys, do you?”
“No,” he said, laughing. “I do not dissect anything.”
She looked most relieved to hear it, and Henry supposed she’d picked it up from the correspondence between Carlisle and Symmons regarding the circulatory systems of slow-moving animals.
“Verity?” the duke said.
“Go away!” Lady Valor shouted at him from overhead.
Henry bowed and made his way back to the carriage. He climbed in and then waved to her as she peeked out the drawing room windows.
Lady Pegatha sat back, looking very pleased. “So you’ve done it.”
“I have done it.”
“I think you will do very well together.”
“I think so too.”
