Page 31

What a splendid realization.

Still, he’d already been seen kissing her once, and even if his intentions were honorable, he’d not bring censure upon Jemmah.

Theo stepped halfway out the door and pulled her bold-colored Norwich shawl more snugly around her shoulders.

“My footman said he heard voices out here. Whatever are the two of you doing?”

“I’m trying to persuade Miss Dament to permit me to court her.”

Jules didn’t care who knew, and he needed Theo as an ally.

“And I haven’t agreed, as yet.” The warmth radiating from Jemmah’s eyes encouraged him.

She would agree. She must.

A smile wreathed Theo’s face, so exuberant, her ruby earbobs trembled.

“Well, if that isn’t the most splendid news I’ve heard in a great while.” With a swift glimpse about the courtyard, she beckoned them. “Come inside and tell me all.”

Her focus alit on the portmanteau near Jemmah’s foot, and her questioning gaze vacillated between Jules and Jemmah.

“Are you eloping?”

Jemmah gave a small, water-logged laugh and shook her head. “Nothing so romantic, I’m afraid, Aunt Theo.” She summoned a brave smile. “I’m in need of a place to stay. Indefinitely.”

“Ah.” Theo looped her arm through Jemmah’s leaving Jules to collect the beaten-about-the-edges valise. “You are welcome for as long as you want, my dear. I’m quite thrilled, actually.”

“I’m ever so grateful, Auntie.” Jemmah hugged her aunt’s arm.

Theo tossed a saucy glance over her shoulder.

“Now, tell me, what’s this business about Dandridge courting you?”