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“I contend that isn’t true.”
“It matters not, since Mr. Stewart is leaving Anmore once his report is done.”
“Perhaps you could give him a reason to stay,” her grandmother suggested.
“What are you saying?”
Her grandmother gave her a knowing look. “I have seen the way you have looked at Mr. Stewart, and it is obvious that you hold him in some regard.”
“I do,” she admitted.
“Then you mustn’t let him go without a fight.”
Daphne bit her lower lip as she hesitantly voiced her greatest fear, “What if he doesn’t feel the same?”
“Isn’t it worth the risk to find out?”
“I suppose it is.”
Her grandmother smiled. “I know it is.”
“I have never been in the uncomfortable position of wooing a man,” she admitted. “How does one go about doing so?”
“Just follow your heart.”
“That is the worst advice,” Daphne groaned.
Her grandmother started for the door. “You are a clever girl,” she said. “I have no doubt you can concoct a plan on your own.”
“I daresay you give me too much credit.”
After her grandmother left the room, Daphne dropped down onto the settee. What if they were wrong about Mr. Stewart, and he didn’t hold any affection for her? That would be rather mortifying.
But she had to agree with her grandmother on one point. She couldn’t let Mr. Stewart leave without at least trying to earn his affections.
Chapter Fifteen
“Do you oftenreceive dinner invitations from Miss Locke?” Hawthorne asked in the dimly lit coach as it traveled along the road.
“This will be the third time I have dined with them,” Guy replied.
“It was rather bold of her to send an invitation to the coaching inn.”
Guy shrugged. “The rules are a little more relaxed in the countryside. Otherwise, I might not have been able to persuade her to include you in the invitation.”
“That is true, but it must be promising to you.”
“In what way?”
Hawthorne lifted his brow. “It is evident that Miss Locke cares for you. Why else would she invite you to dinner for a third time?”
“We are merely friends.”
“Interesting, because I don’t usually dine with my friends at their home.”
“That isn’t an issue for me because I don’t have any time for friends.”
Hawthorne cocked his head. “Come to think of it, I haven’t even been to Corbyn’s townhouse.”
