“What about the lady?”
Thomas frowned, resisting the urge to shift in his chair. “What lady?”
“Before you left for America, you mentioned a lady who had caught your interest. That she was one of the reasons you were determined to make your fortune.”
Thomas had forgotten that he’d told Alan about Frances, though he hadn’t mentioned her by name. What did he tell him now?
He still wanted to ask Frances if she’d wait for him and had almost managed it in the bookshop. In hindsight, that hadn’t been the best time or place to do so. There had been a few other chances for him to do so, yet he hadn’t. He supposed his confidence in her answer continued to waver along with his courage.
He wasn’t the only gentleman interested in her based on the attention Merriweather had paid her in the bookshop. Thomas had a long road ahead of him before he could marry her. Was it fair to ask her to wait?
But she was the reason he was determined to make his career in banking a success. Over these last few days, she’d become his reason for everything. His time with her was precious, and he was greedy for more.
He liked to think she returned his regard, but was it true? Did she feel the same way he did—that he couldn’t imagine a future without her? He ached to be with her and returning to America was the last thing he wanted to do.
“Thomas?”
He brought his focus back to his brother, realizing he was waiting for an answer. “It’s not yet resolved.”
“Have your feelings changed?”
“No. Definitely not.” Thomas tried a smile though it felt stiff. “If anything, they’ve increased. I’ve had the chance to see her several times since my return.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
Thomas sighed. “My confidence, I suppose.”
“You have never lacked self-assurance when it comes to ladies,” Alan teased. “That is another reason I admire you.”
“Yes, well, it’s different when it truly matters, isn’t it?” His heart ached with how much it mattered.
Alan nodded, his expression one of understanding. Thomas knew how much he and his wife loved one another. “It is. But if she is who you want, act. Quickly. Before someone else does.”
“You’re right. I will.” In fact, he needed to do so before the Christmas ball. The idea sent a sense of urgency spiraling through him.
Somehow, he needed to find Peter’s family and ask Frances to wait for him over the course of the next few days. Both tasks felt Herculean. But somehow, he had to find a way to prove his worthiness to Frances and her father.
Frances walked alongside Harriet after they’d left the print shop the next morning. “Thank you for accompanying me.”
They had worked quickly to have a German version of Peter’s story written along with an English one, thanks to the assistance of Harriet’s uncle. The flyers would be ready by the next morning.
“My pleasure.” Harriet smiled. “No one should have to complete an errand like this alone.”
“I offered to do it,” Frances quickly said, her face heating at the admission. She didn’t want her friend to think she’d been coerced into doing so. “After meeting Peter, I feel compelled to help him.”
“Of course, you do.” Harriet nodded. “It’s not so different from when we visited the workhouse. I think we all felt obliged after that. Putting a face to a cause changes everything.”
Relieved that her friend understood, Frances slowed her pace. Having time with Harriet was extra special after fearing she’d lost her friendship because of the mishap at the house party.
“Though it doesn’t hurt to be working with Mr. Sinclair on the task.” Harriet bumped Frances’ arm as she wiggled her brows.
Frances laughed. “True. I like to think I would do just as much to help Peter if Thomas weren’t involved, but I’m not so sure.”
“Nonsense. You are always willing to help anyone in need. I’m so impressed with how you’ve managed the planning of the ball. That was a courageous undertaking which you have navigated with ease and grace.”
Frances sent her a wry look. “Even after the way I ran out of the gathering the other day?”
“You were understandably upset.” Harriet placed a gloved hand on her arm. “A setback or two is part of the process when we attempt to change.”
