Eliza watched him with interest that made him slightly wary.
“I should like to see her again soon.”
“That may be arranged.”
“You say that as though you are still deciding whether it is wise.”
“I am.”
“She already knows about me.”
“Yes.”
“And she still married you.”
“Yes.”
Eliza’s expression softened.
“Then she must be remarkable.”
Nathaniel did not argue the point. He knew just what it meant. Eliza shifted slightly in her chair, adjusting the shawl around her shoulders.
“There is another matter,” she said.
“What matter?”
“The arrangements.”
He looked at her more closely.
“What arrangements?”
She hesitated only a moment.
“For my marriage. You told me that you wanted me to find a man eventually.”
Nathaniel leaned back slightly in his chair.
“I was not aware that you had come around to the idea.”
“I had not, but then I met a gentleman.”
“And who might that be?”
“A gentleman who has agreed to the situation that I am in. We need not question that further.”
Nathaniel’s expression remained calm, though his mind began working through the implications.
“Do you trust him?”
“I do.”
“And he understands everything?”
“Yes.”
“And he accepts it.”
