“Do you really think I have to go?” Lord Tramondeley asked.
Valor laughed. “My aunt has got you the voucher and tickets, I rather think you do have to. Or if you do not, I would suggest hiding from her for a very long time. She is a very determined lady.”
“I had not taken that into consideration. I suppose I will go, then.”
“Come, love,” Mrs. Right said, “let us get you inside. Sir Galahad will wonder where you are.”
Valor nodded and then bobbed a curtsy to Lord Tramondeley. They left him standing on the pavement.
Once inside, she threw off her pelisse and peeked out the drawing room windows. Lord Tramondeley stood there for a half a minute looking pensive and then turned and walked back through the square.
He really was very handsome. It was too bad he liked to chase French boats in the dark. If only he would think about collecting rare books or snuff boxes instead!
