“I was looking for our carriage, and a boy called to me.”
Joseph was looking from Milly to the opening and back again. The boys would be long gone by now, and she had no wish for him to chase them and get hurt.
“They have gone now.”
“What did he say to you?
“That his mother was hurt, and would I help her.”
“Firstly, what possessed you to go looking for your carriage, and secondly, tell me you did not actually do as the boy asked?” His tone was curt, anger snapping on each word.
“I am quite capable of collecting my own carriage, and no, contrary to what you believe of my intelligence, I was not about to do what the boy asked. I said I would get help, and th-they grabbed me.”
“Had you stayed with your aunt, this would not have happened.”
“I am no longer a woman who takes orders from you, nor some meek and mild miss, Lord Ellsworth. Therefore, I suggest if you wish for one, you go and see your fiancée!”
Milly walked around him then, and back to where her aunt waited. She said nothing about the incident, not wishing to upset her. But it unsettled her. Why had that boy called to her, of all people?
