“Yes, but even so…” He coughed back a laugh.
“I say, I think we got enough greenery to decorate St. James’s Palace,” laughed Ambrose, cheeks ruddy from the cold. “Did I see the girls going upstairs?”
“Congratulations, Sir Ambrose,” said Harriet, dropping him a small curtsey. “Yes, the Tisdale ladies have taken to a new family of kittens and promised to see them well-housed.”
He sighed. “Ah well. You know…” he glanced around then moved closer to Harriet. “I wouldn’t be averse to them staying up there for a bit. A man can get exhausted by their company now and again.”
Harriet simply dipped her head. “I am sure the ladies will enjoy an afternoon with the new additions. I shall see that they have what they need.”
“You really are a sport, Mrs. Harry.” Ambrose eyed her again, with a greater degree of interest. “You sure you’re happy with old Paul over there?”
She drew herself upright. “Completely, Sir Ambrose.”
“Ah well.” He took himself off.
“Time to decorate, I believe.” Paul had returned to her side.
“Give me a holly branch.” Harriet glared at the retreating back of Sir Ambrose. “I know just where to put it.”
