He turned his attention back to Selkirk. “Assuming you are correct, how do you suggest I proceed?”
“With patience and understanding,” a feminine voice invaded the library, and Nathaniel turned to see Selkirk’s wife standing in the doorway.
Selkirk smiled proudly at his wife, then said, “Julia, love, do come in here. I believe a female perspective may be exactly what Wolverton needs.”
“Then surely three would be most appreciated.” Lady Celia sailed into the room with the Dowager Duchess of Selkirk on her heels.
“Indeed, Wolverton.” The Dowager met his gaze. “There is nobody better suited to advise you. After all, we are women.”
Nathaniel cleared his throat and stood. “I thank you for your kindness, ladies. However, I must be going.”
Celia grinned. “I’ve just come from calling on Lady Wolverton and believe she ready to work through the problems you two are experiencing. Do go straight home.”
His pulse sped at the proclamation, and a spark of hope ignited in his soul.
The Dowager clapped her wrinkled hand over Celia’s and scolded, “Do not be vulgar! You’ve no business poking around in the affairs of a married couple.”
“But grandmother…” Celia argued.
Nathaniel left the library before he could hear Lady Celia’s defense. Getting home to his wife was far more important.
