Keswick would not be hurt when he learned that she and Moncreiffe had ended their betrothal. In fact, he would most likely feel relief, and plan for Moncreiffe to find a bride with more exalted ancestors.
He took his leave of Aunt Hermione in similar fashion, making her giggle and blush like a schoolgirl.
“I declare, you are a very lucky miss, marrying into that family.” Aunt Hermione snapped open her fan and plied it vigorously.
Well, someone would eventually marry into Keswick’s family, but it wouldn’t be her. She had other plans. She couldn’t resist teasing her aunt, though. “Thinking of marrying into it yourself?”
“Oh my, oh dear, no.” She let loose another lilting sound that could only be called a giggle, continuing to fan herself. “No, I’m much too old and set in my ways for such
