“I don’t need you doing that. I am more than capable of watching out for myself. Plus, my parents are here.” She turned away from his all-seeing gaze and looked at the stage that had been set up for the night’s entertainment.
“Dear Lord, is that Lady Sybil’s daughter?” Ambrose groaned. “We are doomed.”
“Stick your fingers in your ears, then,” Tilly turned to hiss at him. “And don’t be rude. She will try her best, I am sure.”
If he did not feel awkward in her company, she would not be so either. In fact, arguing with him would get her through further encounters. But she would ensure never to let him kiss her again.
“I think you should be up there singing or playing, Tilly, you are a great deal better,” Violet said.
“Is she? I’ve never heard her sing or play,” Charles said.
“I have no wish to play in front of so many people. I perform for my enjoyment and that of my parents. Besides, you are my equal, Vi.”
“Hardly that,” her friend scoffed. “Ambrose is quite a good singer actually. Perhaps you could play piano and he could sing.”
“Absolutely not,” both Ambrose and Tilly said in unison.
Two rows ahead, Mr. Howard took his seat, giving her a smile before he did so.
“What was that?” Violet demanded.
“What was what?”
“That smile from Mr. Howard.”
“He has asked to take me driving.”
“Really? Well, that’s exciting,” Violet said, clapping her hands together.
“Is it?”
“Of course, but I will ask Charles what he knows about the man on your behalf, and then we will have a better idea of his character.”
“I’m right here, you could ask me now,” her husband drawled.
“Violet—”
“Do you like him?” she asked.
“Would you like to ask that question in a louder voice? I’m quite sure there is someone at the rear of the room who did not hear,” Tilly hissed, very aware of the man seated behind her who was no doubt listening to every word they spoke.
“But—”
“There is nothing to add, Vi. I don’t know how I feel about him, and I have no wish to discuss this further, so no more questions, please.”
“As if that will stop her,” Charles said, winking at his wife.
“We are not done, only for now,” Violet added.
Tilly tried to relax in her chair after those ominous words, but she could feel Ambrose behind her. The man had a presence about him, and she was always aware of where he was. It was extremely vexing.
“Stop fidgeting and watch the performance.” The deep words were drawled into her ear.
“Go to hell,” she hissed back so only he could hear.
The first performer began to the soft chuckle of laughter over her right shoulder.
“I’m sorry about what occurred at 11 Crabbett Close,” he whispered. “It will not happen again.”
