Elizabeth regarded him through lowered lashes. “It was a very long few days.”
“But it’s over.”
“Yes, it’s over and I need to hear all the details, and then I’ll tell you about all the particulars of our upcoming event.”
Collin frowned. “Event? Why does that sound ominous?”
“Because you’re clearly fatigued from your journey, no other rational reason,” Joan said.
“Maybe I should have stated the question differently. What event?”
Elizabeth shared a look with him, one that said she was both excited and terrified. Neither of which made him feel better about the question.
“A ball.”
“A ball,” Collin repeated.
“Yes. Was I too quiet?”
“No, I don’t think that’s ever been an issue for you.”
“There’s a first time for everything,” Joan quipped. “Yes, a ball.”
“In the autumn?”
“Why not?”
“Haven’t most people left for the country already?”
“Yes, but that won’t stop us from having a party. It just might not be as well attended. Are you offended by that?”
“Heavens no.”
“That’s what I thought. In fact I rather anticipated you’d appreciate it.”
“I do.”
“I don’t see the problem.”
Collin blinked. “There isn’t one. I am just surprised.”
Joan regarded him. “Oh, I was expecting more of a fight. Well, no matter. I have it scheduled for this weekend. Now, tell me what happened in Cambridge.”
“Wait a moment. You didn’t communicate that the ball is to be so soon,” Collin replied, spearing Elizabeth’s amused expression with a disgruntled one of his own.
“I figured you’d be back by today or tomorrow. How else did you think we ran out when you arrived? I’ve had servants watching for you.”
“You are terrifying.”
“Delightfully terrifying,” Rowles replied, giving his wife an enticing smile.
“Not now.” Collin gave a shudder.
“If you could have seen yourself on the steps earlier, you’d have little to say about passionate displays, my friend. I merely said something, and your expression could have burned down my house.”
“It’s made of stone.”
“You get the point.”
