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Daphne abruptly rose from her seat. “I do not like to talk about such things,” she said, hoping to change the subject.
“I know, but there will come a time when I am no longer around.”
“I do not want to think about that time.”
Rising, her grandmother stepped over and embraced her. She stepped back, then said, “I know it is hard, but you will have to carry on without me.”
“How is that possible?” Daphne asked. “You are all I have left.”
“You’ll still have Phineas.”
Daphne gave her a disbelieving look. “The only time we see Phineas is when we go into Town to shop, which isn’t very often,” she remarked. “It has been nearly six years since he has traveled out here to visit with you.”
“Has it been that long?”
“It has,” Daphne replied. “Although, I do suspect he will be visiting shortly once he learns about you modifying the will.”
“I imagine that will be the case.”
A knock came at the door, interrupting their conversation.
“Enter,” her grandmother ordered.
The door opened and a maid stepped into the room. “The carriage has been brought around front, milady.”
“Thank you,” her grandmother replied as she retrieved her gloves from the dressing table. “We shall be down shortly.”
Daphne remained rooted in place. “I can’t believe how my future just changed,” she admitted.
“Money will not solve all your problems, but it is nice to have,” her grandmother shared. “I want you to be mindful of all the fortune hunters and rakes who will attempt to woo you to gain access to your fortune.”
“I am not easily fooled.”
“I know, my dear,” her grandmother said. “I trust you will make a wise choice when it comes to picking a suitor.”
“If I pick a suitor.”
“If?”
Daphne nodded. “I do not know if I will be as fortunate as you to find love, and I will not settle for anything less, especially since I will now have my own fortune.”
“I would expect nothing less for you.” Her grandmother slipped a green reticule around her wrist. “We’d better hurry if we want to arrive before the bride.”
“I forgot howdeucedly uncomfortable it was to dress like a gentleman,” Guy grumbled as he tugged on his white cravat.
Corbyn gave him an amused look. “Surely it is not so bad,” he said from his seat on the other side of the coach.
“I contend that it is.”
“Regardless, you need to look the part of a gentleman, and I believe we succeeded in that regard.”
Guy glanced down at his blue jacket and maroon waistcoat. “I look like a dandy.”
“No, you don’t,” Corbyn replied. “You are fashionably dressed. I am pleased that few alterations had to be done on the clothing for them to fit you.”
“Why couldn’t I come up with my own cover as to why I was in Anmore?” Guy asked.
Corbyn glanced over at the window, then said, “I couldn’t risk you blowing the mission.”
