“It is, isn’t it? Papa has many books on Athens and the Greeks in his library. That awakened Jeremy’s interest in archeology.”
He turned to gaze at her. “But it failed to capture your interest?”
“The way Papa spoke of Greece made it sound fascinating.”
Nicholas plucked a leaf from Carrie’s hair. “You should wear your hat. You don’t wish to spoil so perfect a complexion.”
Foolishly pleased by his compliment, although so casually delivered, she settled her bonnet back on her head. At least he didn’t laugh at her dreams of traveling to exotic climes.
Her arm in his, he drew her along a path leading into the trees. How tall he was; she had to adjust to his long stride. Being so close made her slightly breathless. “Here we are. The lime walk.”
Bordered by flowering hedges, a stone path led through two rows of beautifully shaped lime trees. At their feet, a mat of white flowers spilled over the ground, filling the air with a sweet scent.
“Oh. How perfect it is.” She forgot her uneasiness and turned to smile at him, then blushed when she found him watching her.
She swallowed, and her heart raced. “The gardens are wonderful.”
“I am fortunate to have an excellent team of gardeners. Shall we go on?” He took her arm, and they continued toward the house.
At Leeming, the gardeners were always about and greeted her when she came across them. “I haven’t seen one of your gardeners during our walk.”
“They are discreet.”
“A pity,” she said before she could stop herself.
He stopped to look at her. “Is it? Why?”
“I should like to compliment them.”
A ghost of a smile touched his lips. He led her off the path, and they crossed the lawns. The thump of a spade in the earth reached her as they rounded a hedge.
A man bent over his spade as he turned the earth in a flower bed. He straightened hurriedly and whipped off his hat. “Milord?”
“Good day, Jenkins. Miss Leeming wishes to compliment you and the undergardener on the beauty of the spring gardens.”
Carrie beamed at him. “They are magnificent, Mr. Jenkins. Your color selection is perfectly delightful.”
Jenkins flushed and bent over in a rusty bow. “Thank yea, milady.”
They walked on.
“Jenkins appears contented in his work,” Carrie said as they neared the house.
“And so he is,” Nicholas said. “He has a good life here, as do all my staff.”
She thought of his housekeeper, cast out into the cold. “But is that enough?” she entreated.
He cocked an eyebrow. “What more should I do? Grab a spade and assist him?”
She looked skeptical and removed her hand from his arm. “To have his work appreciated, of course, and not have to hide behind hedges.”
“Was he hiding?”
She frowned at him.
Nicholas’s eyes twinkled. “I see I have been remiss. Thank you for calling it to mind.”
Carrie playfully narrowed her eyes at him. “You did not seem entirely sure of his name. And I see no need for levity.”
