“Because I’m not sorry.”
Nor was she, not that she’d admit as much.
“If you’ll excuse me.”
“Where are you going?” His voice rose as if alarmed.
What was wrong with him today? Lord Ferrard was certainly acting strangely.
“To give these to the maid so that she might put them in water.”
“Yes.” Lord Ferrard cleared his throat. “Of course.”
It didn’t take long for Violet to give Mrs. Buckley the flowers with instructions to have them placed in her chamber. It was sweet of Dr. Talbot, and the polite thing to do, but not necessary. However, she’d still enjoy them. Further, she was rather glad that Lord Ferrard wasn’t sorry.
What had gotten into her? He was a rake, and their courtship was temporary. Yet, it did not alter the fact that when she awoke each morning, her first thoughts were of him and wondering what the afternoon would bring. He was also in her last thoughts when she drifted off to sleep.
“Good afternoon, Lord Ferrard and Lady Violet,” Lady Priscilla greeted as Violet once again stepped out on the walk. “My sisters have enjoyed chaperoning, and today I shall enjoy it as well.”
Lady Priscilla was the oldest of the three Tilson sisters.
“We are off to the tearoom,” Lady Priscilla announced.
“Piquet’s Tea Room?” Violet asked.
“Yes. Your grandmother, knowing that you would not be at home, had already arranged for Madame Piquet to prepare a box of macarons for you.”
Her mouth began watering at the mere mention of the delicacies.
“What are macarons?” Lord Ferrard asked.
“You’ve not had macarons?” Violet asked in surprise. She thought everyone had.
“No.”
“They are the most delicious French delicacy that melts in your mouth.” Without further urging, Violet turned in the direction ofPiquet’s Tea Room.
“They are like a biscuit?” he asked.
Violet frowned. “They are much better than a simple biscuit. A sweet delicacy.”
“Then that explains my ignorance.”
Violet frowned at him.
“I do not care for biscuits, or cakes, if you must know. I’m not fond of anything that is sweet.”
“Then I suppose we won’t be long inPiquet’s Tea Room.” Most of the items they sold were sweet delicacies.
“It is a Tea Room correct?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“I do like tea.”
“We can remain if you wish, Lord Ferrard.” He was the strangest gentleman this afternoon. Though, she really couldn’t judge as it isn’t as if she’d known him long.
“Is there a reason your grandmother arranged for these French biscuits today?” he asked.
